All Alone

On Friday, Jfer and Magda took off on a three-night trip to Forth Worth and Wichita Falls which meant that I'de have the weekend to my lonesome self -- for the first time in a very long time. Actually, not all to myself -- Homer kept me company and I also got to take care of the O'Reilly dogs, so I guess Sammy and Gracy had to substitute for my girls.

I took advantage of being foot loose and fancy free to see a Tim's band, The Bad Rackets, play at the Headhunters. I was running late (after a nice dinner with Doug and Luca) but luckily (and not unexpectedly) their show was delayed. Nobody warned me about the uniforms, though, so I failed miserably to blend in with the regulars, seeing that I was not wearing anything black, let alone black leather, let alone black leather with metally spiky things. Add to that a shirt with a collar (gasp!) and a total lack of piercings and tatoos and you know I was not one of the hip ones. Thank God Johnny was there and his preppiness overshadowed my uneclectic attire.

As far as the show goes, it was actually pretty cool, especially considering that punk rock is not my coup of tea, and I know next to nothing about it. But they were pretty tight and had a good time on the stage. And while it's always weird to see people outside the context you usually know them in, Tim looked like a natural behind his drumset. So I'd go see them again -- in a bigger venue and staying farther away from the speakers. And maybe Tim'll convince them to give the vocals a chance and turn down the damn guitars a bit.