So I’ve noticed that the past few days have been rather beat-heavy over here at the weapon, and I thought it only appropriate that since I’m awake when I shouldn’t be (job interview in the morning), and I made this observation while I should’ve been sleeping, I should also remedy it during the same forbidden time frame. So here’s the deal: I’ll admit that I googled myself a few minutes ago, and found that fantastic weapon is *kind of* indexed on elbo.ws already, but hype machine is still ignoring us. Anyway, the search results of said googling lead me to a post about Pierced Arrows (Fred and Toody of Dead Moon, plus a drummer who totally looks like Keith Richards circa 1968. His name’s Kelly.) on WFMU’s Beware of the Blog, so I thought it only appropriate to impart to you, imagined reader base, my experience at the second Pierced Arrows show in L.A., back in October (I think). I used to have two really stellar roommates, before I had to move cause I’m totally broke, and I shared with one of them a pretty massive obsession with Portland’s Dead Moon. So obviously we were totally stoked when we found out that their new band was coming out here, and ended up drunk as shit, front and center at the show. What’s more: they played one of our favorite Dead Moon songs, and this roommate I spoke of a second ago picked me up (I’m kinda small), spun me around, drinks in hand–we ended up tripping over something (probably ourselves) and smashing a glass with my back. I DIDN’T EVEN BLEED!!! That, dear readers, is because I am a stupid hero. I shit you not. Thanks for humoring me, AND GOODNIGHT!
Pierced Arrows - In My Brain
Dead Moon - It’s OK
