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Holy Fuck, Where is Everybody?

The older you get, the harder it is to convince your friends to go to a show on a weekday night.  Maybe if the concert was AC/DC or some other arena rock show, people would jump to the ocassion.  But, when the band is Holy Fuck, the excuses begin to fly out of the woodwork.

Too bad, this Canadian quartet tore the roof off the Rock and Roll hotel last night in front of a modest crowd.  The stage was set with a drum set, a bas guitar and then enough electronic gadgets and keyboards that would have Keith Emerson creaming in his pants.  From start to finish Holy Fuck pounded on buttons, turned dials, and fiddled with something that looked like a cord from my old dot matrix printer.  When playing fan favorites Lovely Allen, Super Inuit, and Tonebank Jungle, the audience went nuts. In return shouts of the band’s name were chanted over and over until the house music came on.

While flying solo to concerts is not what I typically do, I had to make the exception.  I certainly don’t regret the decision.  These guys put on quite a show and would certainly recommend checking them out.

-CVS

Civet Cat Coffee

On holiday here in the Philippines. In particular, I am visiting the in laws in Baguio City. This is my third trip to Baguio and I noticed the air quality is exponentially worse each time I return. Could it be the arrival of the Shoe Mart Mall (SM)? Not sure, but I recommend bringing some Oxy pads to wipe the carbon emissions off your face at the end of the day.

Anyhow, my post was not to carry on about air quality of Baguio City, rather it is to discuss a fine coffee that comes from the feces of a cat. Drinking civet cat coffee is supposedly one of the better coffee experiences in the world. It can sometimes cost as much as $50.00 a cup and is extremely hard to find in western countries. However, you can get here in Baguio City, I think. Read more »

So what is the Blue Oyster?

Long ago, a city’s mayor expanded the police academy class by lowering its acceptance standards.  This spurred a class of unlikely cadets that some thought were not fit to serve and protect in the municipal police force.  In particular, the chief of police and the lieutenant of the academy were highly skeptical of the incoming class’ competency.  The lieutenant wanting to appear favorably to the chief attempted a power play by  weeding out those he perceived to be lacking the necessary traits of becoming a police officer. Read more »