Big weekend coming up.

Saturday morning: Dead Sea Scrolls. We'll see if this is less a letdown than the DaVinci Codex.

Saturday night: Elton John. I've never been shy about my feelings for Elton John. Ugh, is what I've said, with a cringe followed by a boring rant against...I don't know..."Candle in the Wind." Only a "Chocolholic Bitch from Hell" keychain could get me ranting more than Elton. No fan. But C. is and I love C. And she suffered through one of the most gruesome shows ever because of me (but I swear--the Residents shows I'd see before that had been awesome!) so I've always felt like I owe her. But now I've even managed to get myself excited about Sir Elton. I guess I've matured a bit, gotten away from blabbing so much against the Fleetwood MacDonaldization of mu-sick. I've instead forused on the Elton songs I do like (there are a few actually) and I've let him into my heart. Read his allmusic bio if you want to be impressed. His new album is really good! And I think the last time I saw an arena show was the Hello Nasty tour with Dup and Kris. Right? Ampitheater shows don't count. So think of me Croc Rockin' Saturday night. But don't worry too much--before the concert we're stopping by Easy Street so I can pick up the new Wolf Eyes.

Sunday night: Music Club of Zanzibar. It's these guys first show in the States. I tried to see them when I was in Zanzibar but there was a cholera outbreak. Hopefully spinach won't manage to fuck this up.

Monday night: Brightblack Morning Light. Remember that RADD commecial when Iggy Pop was in the hottub saying, "I don't get stoned anymore, but I still think stoned thoughts?" That's me listening to Brightblack. Oh man, they move me someplace hazy. With organs! They're opening for Mojave 3 whom I dunno at all.

Come Tuesday will I be able to report that "I'm still standin'?" Stay tuned.