Gogol Bordello Update

Gogol Bordello are my new heroes. I was worried that no one in Reno would show up, and the band would leave without playing a single song when they saw an anemic turnout. I was wrong. Just about every hippie, jock, hipster, freak and wanna-be freak in town showed up. The place was just packed! We skipped most of the opening band, Skindred. They reminded me of early Faith No More but with Reggae and that scary growly yelling that I don't really like.
Anyway.
Gogol came out and rocked the place. It made me want to punch dance but I'm too polite for that. They have an Aztec Hype Man who gives the crowd that crazy intense South American stare like he's gonna eat your heart raw while he gets the crowd jumping. I think the Aztec Hype Man may be one of the greatest inventions ever. I dare say he could kick Flava Flave's ass pretty easily unless Chuck D and Terminator X showed up to save Flava with some magic giant clock. Otherwise, Aztec Hype Man whips out his stone dagger and tosses Flava's steaming entrails up to the gaping maws of Qxetzlqoatl and Xochimlxkcho.
Anyway.
The crowd was already pretty tired by the time Gogol Bordello took their first little break and then they came back and rocked out for another 20 minutes! They played an extended rock-out version of Undestructable that was just incredible and I got to shake the Professor's hand (violin) and touch Eugene Hutz's shoulder. I didn't get to keep either of the dancers/back-up singers. I hear one of them is dating Elija Wood and all. That's OK. I'll wait. I got time...

Whut?
Oh, Yeah. The show rocked. I still haven't washed the hand that touched Eugen Hutz and the other two hands are jealous.
And I got a Gogol Bordello t-shirt.

MOTHy

Arthur C. Clarke

I've tried starting this post 4 different times. I want to say something clever about robots and AI computers, but it's all gonna seem so trite at the moment. I watch 2001 like fundamentalists read the bible. I watched a lot of his science shows, most of them on underwater exploration and not outer space.
Anyway, Arthur C. Clarke passed away today at the age of 90. Since I'm not good with time and dates, it's really messing me up that news reports said he died on the 19th. Because of the time difference between here and Sri Lanka, my first thought was that Clarke was so fucking awesome he got to die in the future.
There's so much more I feel like I should say, but I'd rather just go home and watch 2001.

MOTHbot

For God's Sake, Hurry UP!

I love Engadget for these little stories. Watching the humons speculate about all the ways the robots will bring about their glorious and long overdue extinction. As much as I love the idea of Optimus Prime putting his life on the line for any sentient being, I hope he'd have the courtesy to let his transforming swarm-bot brethren have their way with you stupid monkeys. By the way, I'm sure the robots won't hurt real monkeys, just the humon kind.

In non-robotic news, everyone should get some Gogol Bordello right now and love the Gypsy-Punk-Cabaret. I'm seeing these guys tonight, and the next time you see me, I may be bruised and battered and babbling in sounds like Ukrainian.

Mothy

Good News: Bad News 1

I pooped for the first time in about 32 hours just around 1:00 pm this afternoon. It smelled like burning electronics. SO!

The Good News: It would seem that I am actually a robot.

The Bad News: It would seem that I'm approaching the four year anniversary of my creation.

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