Last night, Amber and I went to see Jonathan Richman and the Haints at Harlow's. KLJ would have been jealous, 'cause he loves Jonathan even better than Amber and I (who just discovered him last year). Jonathan did a lot of zany dancing and sang beautiful songs about New York in the spring, Vincent Van Gogh, the smell of diesel gas and Mumia Abu-Jamal. He didn't sing about dancing in a lesbian bar, much to Amber's disappointment.
A little bit of trivia - St. Simon 3, the band that will be playing with us in San Francisco in February, also has a song about dancing in a lesbian bar. It's completely different, but lovely nonetheless. Perhaps they'll play it when YOU come to our shows.
In other news, I got a new haircut that makes me look like an actress on the WB or Friends. Also, I'm riding my bike to Sid's this afternoon where the world-famous Lizard Boy (who always lets us stay in his Hollywood apartment when we play LA) will be conducting a show-and-tell reptile show. Cockroaches, skinks, snakes and everything but iguanas! If you ever meet Lizard Boy, he will show you the big bite scar on his cheek and explain that iguanas are not good pets. Now you know.