I'm just now starting to get rested from my hectic weekend. It's been a jam packed one. Since Killoggs seems pretty picture heavy right now, I'll try to keep the images small and sparse, but I'll post more on the responses page. On Friday, my friends Mike & Randy and I went to Houston to see the Japanese psychedelic rock group Acid Mother's Temple And The Floating Paraiso U.F.O.. This is true outer space music, heavy, raw & swirling. If you have a predisposition not to like "psyche", well, you still might not like them, but AMT might change your mind- it's the real deal. They seemed like nice people even though we didn't speak the same language, and two of them were wearing WWF t-shirts, so you can't beat that. It was a long drive there & back (I drove there and back up to Lafayette) but we all decided it was well worth it. Mike recorded the show on his mini disc and it sounded really good. Hopefully he'll get around to making a CD of it soon. Here's a picture of Kawabata Makoto, the leader of AMT. He's rocking out.


I woke up late on Saturday and cleaned the house a little before I passed out again. Talice had been in Kansas City at a ceramics convention for most of the week and was returning that day. I was groggy but awake when she got here..

After we hugged and smootched and all that we got all gussied up for our big Anniversary Dinner! Yes, that's right- We've now been together for six years as of sat, March 16th. Feel free to send us money and gifts in appreciation of our relationship. We spent our evening in a pretty low key fashion, just going out to Kamado's for sushi, which I guess is our favorite restaurant here in BR. We got a bunch of rolls, and even splurged on one of the big ones (Green Dragon, you can see it to the right there)

We also got some seaweed salad, I had a big Sapporo and we topped it all of by sharing some green tea ice cream. It was a nice dinner and we had fun chatting and just being with each other again. I think it was almost nicer to have our anniversary right after we hadn't seen each other for a little while. It would have been good no matter what, but it was like an extra treat I guess. Once we were done eating I had to hurry home to gather CDs for my radio show. It starts at 10pm now, and I'm greatful for the chance to play my weird shit to an earlier audience, but I'm still not used to the window of preperation time I need to have to get there so early. Anyhow, I was still really tired from the night before and even more tired from gorging on sushi, but I did the show like a trooper because I'm so damn awesome. Ha ha. It was fun. Then I passed out, more or less.

On Sunday.. We went looking for cheap shoes at Marshalls to no avail, got confused about our timeline for the day, and eventually went over to New Orleans to see Chicks on Speed with Mr. Quintron at the Howlin Wolf. It was a good night. The opening act was this guy named Louie Austen , an older gentleman who was singing lounge style over techno-dub/pounding system type stuff and smiling all the while. He was great. Then there was some shitty local girl band called Hazard County Girls, who I assume were only on the bill because they were female ("dude, you know: Chicks?? It'll be great!"). Actually, Talice made that comment, so send all cries of misogyny her way. It must have been something other than the quality of their music, because they were totally time warped from circa 1993. One of the girls looked and sounded like early Courtney Love, another looked just like the White Zombie girl, and the drummer (who literally took 30 minutes to set up her drums!) just looked like she should be hanging out in a sports bar. And they were horrible grunge rock. Enough about them, I'll spend more time talking about the shittiest band and then say "they were great" for the ones that truly deserve commentary. Isn't that always the way? THere were terribly long waits inbetween the acts and although Ms. Pussycat's puppet show was entertaining, none of the music was really making up for it. Quintron was pretty good, but he wasn't really in great form that night. Talice decided she thought his songs were too long. I couldn't argue with her. At some point long after it should have happened, Chicks On Speed came out. I wasn't really prepared for how much I'd enjoy their show!

They have a great stage presence with video projected on and behind them, handmade outfits, arm waving, running around the place, etc. , all the while keeping up their disaffected monotone style of singing. Their vocals remind me of that kind of Le Tigre/ Cobra Killer style of ranting/chanting, crossed with an early 80's pop approach to singing. They were surprisingly loud, pumping beats and raw noise from their samplers and powerbooks. At one point the one in the middle of the picture above was swinging around a Sherman Filterbank like it was a guitar, and they later played their belts like thrashing axes. It's amazing how much more "punk" they were than any of the bands that play "punk music" these days. Random crackling noise was triggered by various midi controllers, day glow make up was applied on stage, and a good time was had by all.