Steph and I headed down to B'ham for the night to see Frank Black in concert...
we also made a little detour to visit Michael and Jason on Sunday...

It was Steph's first time to the Alabama campus, and she got to hear all kinds of delightful stories centering on The Machine and all it's benevolnet machinations. Mike informed me that only 20% of the campus is greek, and yet the greek system controls pretty much everything. Kinda strange that one...

I also heard that one of the best pizzaria's down there was driven out of business because the son of the owner ran for SGA president. Being that he was independant, this had to be stopped... so the fraternaties started a boycott and drove the best pizza chain in town OUT OF BUSINESS... pretty wacky stuff down here in dixie.

Anyway, we had a blast goofing around with Mike and Jason, then we sat around and watched movies till dawn. It's funny... you don't really have to do anything special with friends... sometimes all it takes is some quiet time watching a movie for you to remember the people you care about. The next day, Mike's roomie came home and had her sweet girl model the latest in "I won't poop in the rain"-wear...

After Pepitos and a few margaritas, we hit the road to Birminham to catch the show.

We had gotten some floor space from my old roommate, Phillip and his cousin Braden.

The show opened up with the former Pixies Drummer, David Lovering doing some nifty-keen science tricks for us.

Here he is blowing huge smoke ring projectiles out of a drum.

And here's the old Electric Pickle bit I learned from Penn and Teller.

Throwing in a few good pot jokes and making the stage pop with tiny charges, he was a good opener for The Man(TM)

SING IT, BRUTHA! SING IT!

I always love seeing shows in small places... it just feel so much more real.

We even got to hear a few good pixies tunes... Mr Greeves, Where is My Mind?, Gouge Away, and Caribou...

Always orbit around a static pole... it keeps people from trying to hog your spot...
Forming an anti-squasher commune is always a good idea.

And they say he's mentally disabled... go figya...

I do wish the show hadn't ended by 11:30, though... I was in for an all-nighter.

That's me, and FRANK FUCKING BLACK!

"Caribooooooooooooooou!"

"No more music for you... one year!"

The crowd hovers around Mr Lovering...

Greetings, Ms Cole!!!

New friends from the bowels of Black.

It's four am, we're tanked, and sitting in an all-night gay bar with about 12 other people...