Rock & Roll Farm

Friday! Jun 13 2003 // 12:48 pm //

It can’t be June already.

Went to The Treatment and autumn-waking show last night at the endlessly charming Mutiny. You know, the place where they don’t charge cover, and the bands are paid in pitchers of beer? The place where you can paint a ceiling tile (my favorite is the tribute to Weird Al)? The place where the stage is split in two by the walkway to the back door? You know…

The Treatment was great, I want to congratulate them on a killer first show. I got to see a lot of people I hadn’t seen in a while, the common refrain being “oh, hadn’t you heard? I’ve been living with a family of wolves on the Mexican border, biding my time. Just biding my time.” People seemed happy to see me, and I was ecstatic to see them as well.

On the way to the Mutiny, we were behind a car with novelty plates that said JUNG. They were moving very slowly amidst the hectic thursday night traffic, and it was making the driving a bit stressful. Jaime was driving, and she finally gave in to her road rage and said, “It’s time to get in tune with your subconcious and then both of you can push the gas pedal at the same time.” Or something like that. I was laughing too hard to commit it to memory with any accuracy.

The knitting club is expanding rapidly. We recruited three new knitters last night. If anyone else wants to join (I’m looking at you, Miss Carolyn), we meet on Wednesdays. email me at renee@tenseforms.com.

Tomorrow is Midsommarfest in my neighborhood. Andersonville is home to many Swedish businesses and distractions, like Wikstroms and The Swedish-American Museum. I am very excited about Midsommarfest. However, this excitement is not without a small amount of trepidation. The first year I attended the festival, I was butted by a goat. The second time I went, a little kid tripped me. This year, I’m wearing protective gear. I’m not going to let anything stand between me and some good Swedish fun. In case you want to find me, Saturday at 1:30 I may be watching Al Rose, proprieter of Kopi Cafe (and my former boss) playing his guitar at Clark and Balmoral. On Sunday, meet me at Clark and Summerdale at 2:00 for The Dog Scene canine CPR demonstration.

sr Friday! Jun 13 2003 // 3:26 pm oh, wow. i totally forgot that a kid is a goat. my apologies. what i should have said is that the second year i went, it was a small human child that tripped me. although, he could have been part goat because it takes a demon child to trip someone and everyone knows demons are made of goats.