wow...someone named j mascis posted that his hearing loss in the left ear was negative 55.
i wonder why j never plays nine thirty, and only black cat when his love transmissions shine down upon our city. maybe it's that homeless gentleman that yells, "black cat! . . .black cat!" all night long out front of the club. i love that guy. i make sure to give him a fiver when ever i see a show their. i wonder if he's still there; it's ben awhile since i ventured to 14th and s. maybe j likes "twin peaks", because the tile work in black cat is sort of similiar, with patterns leading you to the feeling that this club is gritty and big city catty, where girls with lisa lobe glasses and colours of dying hair sprouts, like to hang around on their tofu and bacon burritos.
j mascis is the musical representative of the hugging saint. yeah, baby! people from amhearst are nice. artsy, but nice. imagine a town comprised of nothing but corcoran school of art student named Voo, driving alfalfa romeos.