Topher Cyll

Tara and I went to see a Japanther show on Monday. It was awesome.

Show Me The Pink opened with a sort of performance-art-synth-punk. I'd like to see these guys again, maybe a show with Here Comes a Big Black Cloud (who are sort of the same genre). The middle band, This Bike is a Pipe Bomb was mediocre.

Japanther was great, and the crowd went absolultely crazy. I missed them the last time they were in town. They played a basement show and Troy tells me it was so packed that at one point he was hanging from the ceiling to avoid getting crushed.

At first I was a touch worried about Tara, but I'm happy to report she can take care of her self just fine, thank you. In fact I'm pretty sure I saw her throw a couple of punches in when the pit tried to invade our personal space. Rock on. (I'm, uh, mostly lying).

Which brings me another topical subject. I am now fufilling my life long(?) dream of dating a Portland barista. Tara's taken a job serving coffee which I happen to think is pretty awesome. Of course, as she says "I've gone from being someone unusual by virtue of working in politics, to just another Portlander serving coffee. Sigh."

Yeah... but you're a *barista*! Don't try to tell me that's not awesome.

posted on: 08/24/2006 | path: /life