Tricky at the Ventura Theatre, August 13, 1998 - This show had the potential to be great, and from the beginning seemed to be headed that way. Amy, Lael, Rachel and yours truly, The Donist loaded in the car and headed down to
Now I know you're thinking, "C'mon, Donist, we already know that you claim to have seen Scar-Jo outside of the bowling alley sipping a Coors Tall Boy, and that Shaq is a 5' 10" white guy who lives across the way in a one-bedroom condo, so why should we believe that Tricky was just walking around the streets of Ventura in the light of day?" Well, jackass, let me tell you. When I nearly ran into him, I thought I had stumbled into a kid, and then I looked down at the guy and no doubt about it, it was him. Just look at the cover of Angels With Dirty Faces
and you will understand what I mean. That and the guy was seriously about 5'1" tall. A group of displaced-looking characters including a very attractive woman who I thought was Martina Topley-Bird, but I'm not totally sure about that, loomed behind the man and continued on their way past us.The four of us were pumped after our chance encounter with the musician and could barely calm down enough to eat dinner or shop, but we did and practically ran back to the theatre to watch the show. The place was semi-full and the curtains pulled back to reveal a large band including a giantess of a fair-skinned blond woman in an all-white jumper playing guitar. We were psyched. When Tricky and (possibly) Martina Topley-Bird took the stage, the crowd went wild. The performers walked to the center of the stage and turned their backs to the audience while the music kicked in--they remained that way for most of the set.
Seriously. Seriously! What the fuck is that about? Is that a schtick of some sort? No idea, but we were all put off by the display and with each song we foolishly believed that they would turn and acknowledge the crowd to some degree, but nope. Perhaps they did at the end, but we (and many, many others) would never know as we piled out of the theatre before the show ended. The only positive I can say about the show was that the backup band was ultra-groovy and impressive. If only they had been the only ones performing. This was one of the worst shows of all time.
Built to Spill at the Yucatan, Wednesday April 7, 1999 - I did not want to go to this damn show. I had heard Amy playing the various Built to Spill albums around the house and they just didn't grab me. They were fine I suppose, but nothing I wanted to spend money on, but begrudgingly I agreed and thank god I did! This concert was out of control with exploding energy and amazing sound from a band that you would be tempted to toss a quarter to if you came across them on the street. With none of the fancy-pants glamour of a majority of the bands from this time, Built to Spill blew me away. Although indifferent at first, I now count Keep It Like A Secret
as one of my favorite albums. A wonderful show. The Go-Go's with Terri Nunn (Berlin) at the Santa Barbara County Bowl, July 9, 1999 - I was interested in seeing this concert, but had to be talked into going because of the steep ticket price. Luckily, I pinched the pennies and I'm happy that I did. The ever-sexy and fine Terri Nunn took the stage to perform newer material and plenty of her classics from her days in the group Berlin. Her band kicked the adrenaline up a bit for each song, whipping the crowd into a frenzy and when she disappeared for a moment only to reappear atop the 10' tall amp to sing "Metro," Amy and I could have called it a night and been happy as clams.
The Go-Go's
then kicked off their portion of the show--after a painfully long stage setup--and they destroyed. For the life of me I can't remember the album that they were touring, or if there even was a new album, but they played a few new songs and, more importantly, all of their classics with "Vacation" and "How Much More?" among my favorites. In between songs, they were charming, funny and just damn entertaining. I would gladly see them again, even though it's eleven years later.Kool Keith at the UCSB UCEN, February 24, 2000 - Okay, I am torn as to whether or not this was the worst concert that I have ever attended or if the honor goes to Tricky, but giving the rudeness and my anticipation of Tricky's show...yeah, Tricky definitely gets the crown. *sigh* Okay, the problem with Kool Keith's show is that I was halfway hoping for some mental Dr. Octagon
material and I believe he only played one song from that album and chose to focus on his newer material and go back to his rap roots as opposed to maintaining the Dr. Octagonecologist vibe or the Black Elvis/Lost In Space
style for the album that he was supposedly supporting. The show started dreadfully late, was packed with hot, sweaty frat guys (possibly a plus for some readers, which is fine) and Kool Keith barely performed any of his songs, opting to let the multitude of guys--I knew not a single one of them--on stage and they performed all of the songs. For the most part, Kool Keith just sort of bobbed his head and smiled in the background. At the end, one of the unknowns thanked the audience for coming, thanked god or some shit and wished us good night. We hung around for a while half hoping that what we just witnessed was the opening act, but no such luck. Damn disappointing.That's it for now...
- Written by Warren Ellis and illustrated by John Cassaday, published by Wildstorm (R.I.P.), a DC Comics imprint. Okay, what the hell is wrong with me? Seriously. What is wrong with me. I bought this TPB the day it was released--a month ago--and I did not put this on Friday Slice of Heaven? I must have been ill. After the first volume of the extraordinary Planetary series, I bought the floppies and then bought the TPBs of the floppies. I have been waiting for this fourth volume for quite a while. Come to think of it, I waited for the final issue, #27, of this series for...um...for...a long time, but I honestly thought issue #26 was the final issue and was shocked to the core to find out that there was one final installment remaining in the series that I hold near and dear to my heart. 
- Written by Jonathan Hickman and illustrated by Stefano Caselli, published by Marvel Comics. Before I talk about this volume I should give a little back story on the first two volumes. The book centers on superspy Nick Fury's band of unknown super-powered young heroes, who Fury has gathered to combat the various forces of evil, primarily Hydra. They are what Fury refers to as his "caterpillars" and they will be the ones to further his agenda. Over the past two volumes crucial forces have...have...okay, I don't really remember what happened prior to Wake the Beast, but I know that I loved each book and the levels of interweaving storylines are intricate and engaging and begging for multiple readings, which I need to do.
album was really beginning to take off. She was still the tiny powerhouse who appeared to be loving every second of every song that she performed and everyone left the show charged with excitement and joy. Oregon girl and I were charged with hunger, and went to a nearby Cajun restaurant to talk about how devastatingly amazing Ani Di Franco's performance was. Fun times.
album and they put on a really good show, but I was in la-la land thinking about Amy and wishing I was back in town with her. Here I was with Super Crush and her beautiful and kind friend, eating Mexican food, seeing a great show and returning to Santa Barbara for a quick drink and I did not care. After a drink or two, the evening came spiraling headfirst to a halt when I said that my girlfriend was coming to pick me up. I kind of got an odd reaction from Super Crush and her friend, but again, a story for another time.
album. Okay, what can I tell you about this concert. Let's see. The air conditioner was down and it was hot. Correction. It was you have been a bad boy now burn in an eternal firey hell that you paid to put yourself through. Dear god it was hot. That and Mazzy took the stage very late and Amy and I bailed after a couple of songs. At least I lost a couple pounds in water weight, but you know how that goes, it always comes back.
and 
followed by the vastly dark 
with Nicole Blackman. Lori Carson's songs for Golden Palominos are at times haunting, others driving but always beautiful, so I had no reservations about picking up her solo album 
, which is more her style as opposed to that of Golden Palomino's frontman Anton Fier. 
for which she was doing a small tour. 
, 
and 
are the three comics that I look the most forward to reading every month. "What?" you say. "Not one superhero book?" Yup, that's the truth, although Heroes for Hire has hooked me pretty good though.
- Written by Brian K. Vaughan and illustrated by Tony Harris, published by Wildstorm Comics, a DC Comics imprint. Ex Machina finally comes to a close with the tenth volume, and the series ends in a wholly unexpected manner. New York Mayor Mitchell Hundred has a full plate. Not only must he attempt to set up a smooth transition for Wylie to hopefully take up the position of mayor, but he must also save the city from his newly empowered evil ex-girlfriend and journalist (trust me, read it) by once again taking up the mantle of the Great Machine. The end result is uplifting and ultimately--not giving anything away--deeply tragic, yet after much thought expected. 
and 
- Written by Warren Ellis and illustrated by Paul Duffield, published by Avatar Press. I have known of this series for a while now, but have never taken the plunge up until this week when my wife and I received the first volume from her comic book inclined cousin. I am completely hooked. ![Freakangels, Volume 1 [FREAKANGELS V01]](http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&ID=AsinImage&WS=1&Format=_SL160_&ASIN=B001TKLRAW&tag=doniworl-20)
