Halloween

Here's a picture of Dawn and I at our friends Kristi & Jeff's Halloween party last night. Dawn was a rockin' Magenta and I was a sort of ok Riff Raff of Rocky Horror Picture Show fame. Dawn found a great resource for Rocky Horror makeup and costumes. The other adults were mostly all vampires - lots of gratuitous fake blood :-) The younger generation was styled out as Ninja Turtles, Ron Weasly & Hermione from the Harry Potter series, a grim reaper, a fairytopia, and a brother & sister pair of Aniken Skywalkers. It was a good time, with sangria and dancing to Goth music in the back yard with strobe light and fog machine. Yay!

Manifesto

Hey! I've been thinking for several days about what my first blog entry should say. Now it's 10:30 p.m. after a very long, ridiculous day, and needless to say, I've forgotten all my clever formulations. But, I'll take a stab anyway.

This blog is about the impossibility and necessity of living the rock & roll lifestyle at the age of 46, married, with children, responsible corporate job, and the whole - as they say - catastrophe. I have lots of things I should probably be doing besides writing a blog at 10:30 p.m. on a work night (I get up at 4:15 a.m.) but I feel compelled/inspired to express myself.

I guess I'll just explain the girlbandgeek thing, at least. I got that phrase from an article about the Donnas I read many years ago. The band member, I don't know which one, described one segment of their following as kind of geeky [losers?] who had a fetish for girl bands. At the time I just thought it was funny, but then I began to realize that I was a girl band geek! Over time, I came to realize that I was just such a fan of "women who rock". I began to fully accept the fact that fem-centric rock & roll provided some essential release, joy, expression of my soul, and it was a good thing.

My favorite band of the last 8 years is the incomparably sublime and senses shattering power trio Sleater Kinney. Thanks to a review by Johnny Angel in the Bay Guardian some time in 1997, I bought SK's third album, Dig Me Out. I bought it at Aquarius Records on Valencia St. in San Francisco. I brought it home and put it on. My wife, pregnant with our first child, had an immediate and visceral negative reaction and took refuge in the far end of our apartment. I loved it. I listened to it every day, at work, or in the car for the next year. Sleater Kinney has been a source of inspiration, oblivion, awe and sheer joy until the present day. That's enough for now...

Extensible!

Opening the Field

Hey, this is my first post. Girlbandgeek is definitely in "alpha" mode. I'll add some actual content later. Come back in a week or two.