November is serious business.

After applying a liberal layer of Neosporin to the broken parts of my face I hit the bricks West Bank bound. Chastity Brown was supporting Toshi Reagon at The Cedar. Chas was without band and in top form. More on that later. Short recess at The Triple Rock to say what's up to Drew and Norman before hitting the Benefit Show for the Kate Kibby legal defense fund at The Bedlam Theatre. Tonight's bill included Myrrh (Jackie and Andy formerly in Harlequin and Hex) a sick violin and drums duo. Our friends Poor Weather Club (ex Blackthorns and Woodcat members). Chikadee Mountain Martyrs, who we recently missed at the Hexagon and have been trying to catch up with for a few months. Unfortunately the last train out of dodge came before Children of Euler hit the stage. Fortunately for the three of us waiting a freshly dumpster dived Little Cesars arrived before 1:24. Was it really taken from the dumpster? It had multiple kinds of pizza in the same box but I didn't want to ask. One sausage please & thank you. Being sober on the drunk train is always a kick in the pants. Why yes, I think I'll hail a cab at Lake & Hiawatha. 4 shows in 3 nights. 6:30am always finds me waking up to the same piercing alarm.