So I started out the evening checking out Ockham's Razor at the Garage, which was interesting. Despite living minutes away from the place, I've never been inside, so it was a first. Basically, the joint is small and cramped, like nearly all venues tend to be. I think the bands got backed up a bit, 'cause OR didn't go on until about fifteen minutes after they were supposed to, but that's nothing new. The sound was a bit off, also, so this gig wasn't as good as the one at Zen, though I think there were more people. Regardless, they were great. I gotta remember one of these days to make sure I actually have the cash to buy the damn CD...

Anyway, after that it was The Kitty. I was a little late, but I got there, shot the shit, and did a few songs. Tried "Clocks" again and it was ok, but I'm not happy with it. Someone had the nerve to do "Baby One More Time" and pretty much shit all over the stage; that didn't bother me so much, though I'm getting tired of people going up there with the intention of sounding like shit. I was kind of pissed at RJ, though, 'cause I was planning on doing "The Scientist" as my next song and he went and did it; my fault for not telling Hawk in advance, I know, but damn him anyway. So, I pulled "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain, which I haven't done in fucking ages. It sounded like garbage, really. I have to admit, between my limited range, my limited taste, and the limited selection, it's getting more and more difficult to keep doing this. Something's gotta change.

So, I bailed early to go to a club. There was no cover and I figured I'd get some dancing in for an hour before the city shut down; it was pretty good, for the most part and I'm definitely glad I went. I'll definitely have to go back at some point.

And damnit, one of these days, I'm gonna buy a hotdog from one of those guys with the carts that hang out outside the club. They smell fuckin' incredible...