"The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated."
— Mark Twain
I know I've been exceptionally busy lately, but I didn't realize I'd gone two weeks without posting anything here. Here's what's been happening:
Last week was mostly spent cleaning and getting my house in order. The Gravetones, a Chicago-based quartet reminiscent of old-school Misfits, were coming to town. Some folks I know in the Chicago area took this as an opportunity to visit, and I agreed to let them stay at my house.
Now, I'm a bachelor with a 65-pound dog. While I don't let my home get anywhere near disgusting, I have a bad habit of collecting and dropping clutter everywhere. Plus, it's summer, and while Buster's not much of a shedder, hair does accumulate over time.
Fortunately, I'd just finished painting the guest bedroom two weeks prior, so other than getting some curtains and artwork hung, there wasn't much to do there. I never did get around to cleaning my office, but it came down to the wire, and I just kept the door closed. Once I started isolating rooms and working from one end of the house to the other, the cleaning went quickly, and my need-space attitude enabled me to throw a bunch of stuff away that I might've otherwise kept.
The concert itself was excellent. The Gravetones are very energetic, and the lead singer, Scary Larry, knows how to work a room. Although there wasn't much of a crowd, the people who were there got into the music and were very appreciative.
If horror-themed punk rock is your cup of tea, I can't recommend their CD, Dig It!, enough.
