Pardon my lameness in responding to emails and failure to show up to many places over the weekend, but I spent three fun-filled days and two nights with the mutha of all back spasms. Bleeach! AND I missed APE (Alternative Press Expo). But Desmond was kind enough to drop by just now and bring me a Post Apocalyptic Funhouse shirt and he let me copy a copy of a compilation of copies of biker soundtrack music from 1966-1971 called EAT MY ANGEL DUST! It’s got hits from Wild Angels, Naked Angels, Hell’s Belles, Satan’s Sadists, and many more! But no Psychomania…good thing I already have that soundtrack. If anyone needs me, I’ll be occupied by my Girl on a Motorcycle fantasy.

I was able to borrow some Vicodin and therefore get out on Sunday night for The Flakes/The Stalkers/Time Flys show at the Parkside. In my Hydrocodone haze, I took a few pictures of those Flakes and friends:

Russell Quan!


Peepin John goes ape shit.


Carlos of The Mothballs and Brett. The Mothballs have a record out not on CAR-HOLE records!! CAR HOLE! CAR HOLE!!! CAR HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!


My fink.


Mmmm…Hydrocodone. That reminds me…House is on! Gotta go! I love House, but it might just be for his drugs.

Oh, two more things:

This week’s Maggie photo:


AND
ODESSA LIL will MC this upcoming event!
SMOK'D -- 35mm World Premiere Sneak Preview
A Frederic M. Banting Film

Friday, April 29, 8:00pm (please get there early as it’s expected to fill up fast!)
Phone: 415.260.1487 (to reserve a free ticket)

FREE!

Victoria Theatre
2961 16th Street
San Francisco,CA

Pre-show entertainment includes live music and the short film DAMAGE.

Advisory warning!!! No one under 17 years of age will be admitted to the show under any circumstances.

The doors close at 8pm, so please arrive at the theatre at least 45 minutes before the show starts. Limited parking is available at 16th street and Hoff. All moviegoers, however, are strongly advised to take BART to the 16th street station.

Yeay! Everybody look at Bombshell Betty's site! Take her burlesquercise classes too!

Also, for those of you on MySpace who like to look at vintage naughty postcards...join the Naughty Flappers group!
It's an extension of my Naughty Flappers site. I'm hoping people will share their collections.

So now that I have a digital camera, you will all be forced to look at pictures of my cat!
Nah...but here are some from Friday's Bardot A Go Go!

Me and Troy and his nice friend. I could totally beat them up if I wanted to.


Biff Bang Pow, etc. Actually, we never did find "bang," did we?


Brett's solo album.


OK...and here's Maggie! (I couldn't resist.)


And here's something else I couldn't resist:
MY EXES: THE SET LISTS
by HENRY ALFORD
From The New Yorker, Issue of 2005-04-04

GEORGE
- “That Shirt Looks a Little Gay on You”
- “Can We Not Talk About That, Please?”
- “My Wintry Charm” (a cappella)
- “There Aren’t Many People Like Me”
- “I Am Reading a Book by Georges Bataille”
- “While I Search Listlessly for Adjunct Teaching Jobs at the M.L.A., I Will Be Manning the Marxist-Studies Cash Bar”
- “That Cabbie Had a Lot of Really Interesting Arguments”
- “Although I Have a Great Big Novel Inside Me, I Am Still Able to Enjoy Reading Your Little Articles”
- “Despite Never Having Had a Job, I Have Penetrating Insights on Corporate Malfeasance”
- “Oh, Has Another One of Your Friends Published Something of Yours?”
- “Defensive?!! What the Hell Does That Mean?” (dance mix)
- “Things Will Be Different When I Move to Vermont”

Joel Stein of the LA Times Pits Camp Against Art, Susan Sontag Against Roky Roulette:
"Why Fear Drives Us to Pogo-Stick Stripping"

So instead of stripping at a genuinely sleazy
club and exposing your sexuality for judgment, you do retro burlesque with Carmen Electra's Pussycat Dolls. Instead of mounting a real play, you stage the '80s movie "St. Elmo's Fire."

But the rest of the country sees through this. They want to see people — talented or not — who really try on "American Idol." Because if beauty really is truth, then trying to create art while pretending you don't mean it is inherently flawed.

Maybe I'm just mad because they stopped at the pasties.

And is it fear that makes a man end an article in a campy joke? What other choice is there?

Just when you thought life couldn’t get more boring:

A joke:
http://boringboring.org/

For reals, dude:
Bakersfield

Yeay:
Tonight is Bardot A Go Go!