PUKKA

Last night’s Phosphates show was… well, we missed the whole thing. Apparently Ken missed most of it, too! There was some drinking at various St. Marks Place eateries and drinkeries. Lots of laughs, most of which came when a belligerently drunken Mark walked into Dojo and without missing a beat asked Ilya for some Brawny paper towels due to the fact that Ilya was dressed like the dude on the paper towel packaging.

Afterwards Nat and I drove back to Ilya’s and read some of Mein Kampf aloud while critiquing Hitler’s sentence structure. Potential comedy sketches were tossed about, the most genius of which will be a Jew living with an Armenian (who reads Mein Kampf) who wants to exterminate him. So, the roommate starts to leave little hints around the apartment, like putting the Jew’s keys/cell phones in the oven, “just because there’s a lot of empty space in there.” Then I went home and slept for a while. Now I’m writing this here thing with Z.

If you like some of that old fashioned rock and roll (you know, loud and noisy, with a side of analog delay, you should stop on by tonight. There is going to be a lot of it at the house, and all the local punk rock legends are going to stop by (and one prog rock legend, too). You have to bring your own booze this time cause I’m fresh out. Something about inviting over the Irishman two weeks in a row cleaned out the fridge.

Wake up, Zoya. <3