Friday night abortion

There's nothing more ineffectual and depressing then the premature death of a Friday night -- Went out to the John Spencer Blues Explosion concert tonight with my friend Noah from Stanford -- the openning act, Liars was really cool and a sort of The Hives/White Stripes kinda feel to them, very entertaining. Next up was the Ya Ya's who had this really sensuous lead singer who drank, and poured alcohol on herself as well as the crowd during the show. John Spencer Blues Explosion was really good but all and all not too impressive. Both Noah and I reflected back on the film Ghost World and Blueshammer -- it almost seemed like Blueshammer was a caricature of how plastic John Spencer seemed, don't get me wrong -- their sound was marvelously executed -- it's just that well, it wasn't too interesting. So now, here I sit in my room -- at 1AM with nothing left to do with all the energy I had saved up for my Friday night -- I was maybe going to hang out with my friend Lori tonight after the show, but she isn't answering her cell -- thus, I performed the Friday night abortion -- my energy a dying fetus as the night continues onward.