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Monday, 2008.03.31, at the Showbox

The oblique axis
Axe-man crossing Showboxettes
Submissive to wink

Reverse Dotty and the Candy Cane Shivs

Thursday, 2008.02.21, at The Comet

A bit of a "second show curse" with this band, I really dug them last year and this time, meh.  When I don't have much to say about a show I have to get obtuse and meta to crap out a haiku.  I'm not even sure what this means.  I bet you five bucks it's about my sciatic nerve.

Cigarettes, silos
Red, painting by calculus
Blunt, hedging the band

Seattle's Got a Boner: Replacements tribute night

I fell of the wagon again.  And then I resolved again.  It's my only creative writing, such as it is.  So I have to keep at it, such as I am.

Tuesday, 2008.01.29 at The Comet

Orient Em'rald
Ripped up like Middle Mecca
Flannel for its sake

The Cops, The Hands

Saturday, 2007.01.13 at the Tractor

Hands, cupping our ears,
Tucking our whiskey away
Before Cops arrive.

James Mercer, Eric Bachmann, Joel R.L. Phelps

Saturday, 2007.01.06, at Neumos

Worn of doctored bands,
Taut behind our bloodshot eye
Medicinal end.

Lllama, The Tripwires

I fell off the wagon on this.  But since it's the only poetry-ish writing I ever do, I thought I might climb back on for the hell of it.  So I've resolved to memorialize every show with a haiku in 2007.  The inauspicious debut is a one-word modification of the only haiku my date had ever written.  How fitting.

Friday, 2007.01.05, at the Tractor.

Rusty Willoughby
Kat knows Rusty Willoughby
Rusty Willoughby

[Adapted from the original by Katherine D.]

Third Grade Teacher

Friday, 2006.06.02, at DiPiazza in Long Beach, CA

This is show business.
Although underattended,
Overphotographed.

Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter

Thursday, 2006.06.08, at Neumos

New material -
Unwrapped, unsoaked, unfaded -
Wasted, comes undone.

Robbie Fulks and Danny Barnes

Monday, 2006.05.15, at the Tractor

Monday and its wants,
We shell out money for gas,
Wit, and Bad Livers.

Mark Olson and Gary Louris

Friday, 2006.05.12, at the Showbox

So Midwest, serving
Our collective elegy
Like it's apple pie