Happy V-Day weekend, fellow debauchitarians! I know a bunch of you fuckers will be engaging in sickeningly warm & fuzzy dinners, couch canoodlin’ and/or deep dickin’ with your nearest & dearest, but for the rest o’ us single (we. are. not. pathetic.) folk there’s good shit going down on both Friday and Saturday nights at several o’ our fav local imbibin’ stations. Not to mention, apparently Valentine’s Day is one o’ the easiest holidays upon which to get laid, for all o’ the obvious reasons.—-
Tonight Northside Tavern hosts Pearlene and on Saturday the J. Dorsey Blues Band, The Sundresses and The Prohibitionists. Translation: Get sweaty and shake your fucking ass off! Mustaches strongly encouraged. No cover. To lovingly regurgitate words ripped from Pearlene’s web site: “Free your ass and your mind will follow.” Also, old friends Paper Airplane hail from Columbus to bring their melodic mind popcorn to The Comet tonight. ‘Tis good stuffesez and free as well. That is, of course, if you’re not already catching The Pretenders at the Taft tonight. Sweet! And, perfectly themed with the looming heart(break) holiday, Fists of Love and Fairmount Girls ride The Comet on Saturday night too.
If just dancing your face off is your intention (and ‘tis mine!) C&D welcomes back our favorite aural Arab, Yusef Quotah for Robot Love Music. Some o’ my cohorts have recently invented newfangled dance maneuvers involving the black and white squares on the floor. ‘Tis moderately moronic but fun to participate in and/or mock. Yupz. Also tonight, Gerald Shell & Hilly Kenkel are DJin’ at Grammer’s for the Roller Girl Golden Get-down … which upon first mention to me conjured up a barrage o’ twisted imagery involving golden showers (QUIT JUDGING ME!) but apparently actually entails 40 Rollergirls playing full contact musical chairs on rollerskates! I like the sound o’ it! Tomorrow night The G. Slut (Gypsy Hut) hosts its monthly Alchemize dance night.
Love is Pain, my friends. Drink up! I just plan to continue having unprotected texts. All o’ the embarrassment sans all the heartache. I suggest you do the same.
HIV hasn’t been linked to cell phone relations. Yet.