Tonight we head down to Downey to play another show at the Anarchy Library, with so much swirling around my head it seems to make sense to take a short break from it all and play a show.
This week itself has been subdued, filled with early to bed ethics that cover a way over-extended weekend. Friday night Amy and I chilled with Devin and Dylan and Myles in the the Romain Towers. Fun times. Amy and I ended the night with a long walk through West Hollywood, Dipping far down below Melrose and then up Larrabee To Sunset, Finally returning home to over sleep.
Saturday Devin had to make a real racket in order to wake us up for rehearsal at Satellite. Rehearsal itself was excellent. We played a few tunes we all know, like Mondo di Corpo, Slut Buffet and dichotomy, but for the most part we spent our time chasing down new ideas. We worked "No Safe Words" a great deal, touched on many ideas that have no names, brushed against a new song that might be called "Idiot Light", and reworked "Nutragen" a bit also.
Saturday night we spent hanging with Roy and keeping things chill. It was nice to fall deeply asleep at 3 a.m. with no chemicals in the blood to fight.
Sunday morning was charming, waking lazy, finally around noon getting up the nerve to go to new favorite Joey's Cafe. Devin and Dylan joined us for a nice slow paced brunch. Sunday afternoon we spent drinking Mimosas and recording a nice demo of "No Safe Words". I was really surprised at how well it fell together. There will be some touch up done to the track and the hope is that we can do it and a version of Altered Images' "Happy Birthday" as a limited edition single sold only at "Folsom Street Fair".
Sunday night Myles Matisse came through in a big way, taking the entire Sg crew, minus Wild plus Marc Loren out to a fab dinner at Falcon. Scoring the reservation itself was a minor miracle considering it was the rather triumphant return of Fuse promoted lesbian night. Our table of too many boys tucked in our little corner did well to keep our waiter busy.
Sunday night ended at around 7pm on Monday, after Amy and I and the boys spent way too much time at the "Oldcoast". I have vague memories of trying to watch an old movie through heavy eyelids at a new friends apartment, followed by fat burger in the park and deep rewarding sleep.
As stated above this week has been sedated. I've enjoyed doing a lot of resting and recovering, while putting some things back in order. Last night I spent several frustrating hours on "Happy Birthday", finally scrapping any hopes I had of coming up with a new part in favor being very true to the original. Sort of.
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