march 15, 2003:
the poor c-hills van barely made it to shingle springs before the inclined roads took their toll. five hours later, the c-hills finally rolled in to tahoe for a weekend of winter merriment. pepito hit the slopes of heavenly with his dad. meanwhile, elbert, christine, the skyflakes, and the rest of the gang shacked up in a cozy condo with much wine and lots of food. extreme sledding transpired down a deadly hill of home made banks and back breaking jumps. however, thanks to christine's penchant for "surprise snowballs" aimed directly at the naked ears of unsuspecting victims, a guerilla snowball fight commenced. after peace was restored, nights were spent high rollin' at the casino, followed by ruthless games of competitive team pictionary until 5am.
a weekend later, the c-hills threw a small DIY assembly party for their new record. wine and snacks were consumed, pinball was played, and 80s music poured forth. a little after 2 a.m., seven hundred cds were fastidiously assembled. they can now be procured for cheap at all c-hills shows (trades for zines and records encouraged!), through S.P.A.M. records, or found in the bins at amoeba, rasputin, and mod lang in berkeley.
elbert is busy working his magic touch on the new four new c-hills songs that will be appearing on the upcoming comic book / record split with komisches buch #3
. also, elbert's operation: "find a job" is in full swing. polishing his dress shoes and padding his resume, elbert is very close to kissing academia goodbye.
pepito is busy embroiling himself in some hilarious internet drama. this rather insipid email satiricizing www.ready.gov has been circulating like mad. the original version of it actually appeared here. the ideas were swiftly ripped off by this motherfucker. an intense internal discussion ensued. followed by a personal phone call. pepito was absurdly threatened with legal action. finally, pepito opened his own store.
christine is busy planting pecks on the cheeks of giddy fans who have written songs about her.
a quasi-religious experience manifested at 924 gilman
last night. the kids flocked in droves for one last taste of fleshies until summer time. it was all, blood, sweat, spit, and euphoric smiles. morgan drifted back into town, so sharp knife could do their punk rock brand of screaming and acrobatic wrestling. the rock n roll adventure kids fucking tore it up fried chicken style (rumor has it, the rnr adventure kids will soon be pitching cars for kia on tv. crazy.) seth took a break from gravy train!!!!
to strut his stuff for panty raid. and finally, what do you get when you cross 3 jews, 2 japanese girls, DIY yarmulkes, dozens of bagels and strips of raw bacon? jewdriver, the greatest most ironic skrewdriver cover band ever.
readyville (nicky darger and eoin) recently crooned the saddest love songs the world has ever heard to a small living room of kids on a couch. across town, the skyflakes totally waxed up their mohawks opening for atom and his package at gilman. primitivo played a tearful "goodbye" show some weeks ago to a packed stork club of co-op hipsters. leaders of the fun 'n' dum revolution, blanche devereaux, made a chaotic appearence too. the locust, erase errata, milemarker and the blood brothers came together for one of the most utterly boring shows in recent memory. noisepop fest take note: authenticity and genuine spectacle will never happen at venues like the great american music hall.
some minor griping: everyone is all up on gravy train!!!! these days. where the fuck was everyone two years ago? and what's up with nataa importing two unheard of bands from los angeles to play this year's SF asian-american film fest's
indie showcase? bunk.
