347 Augusta

A few of us went over to The Earl last night to see Thomas Function and The Reigning Sound. Personally, The Reigning Sound has some good records, but my dollar was spent on Thomas Function, who I adore. Formed from the ashes of the great Alabama Jihad, who I also adored, I have been keeping up with this collective group’s efforts for as long as I can remember in my blurred hindsight. As usual they did not disappoint, at the same time, as usual they did not play Relentless Machines. Its cool though, I have been yelling out that song title for a while now and if they ever play it for me, I will consider it a gift. Again, personally my night could have been called the moment the tune Peanut Butter and Paranoia Jam was over, so I was a little bias on the headliner. Still, bias as I may have been, not one person in attendance last night could have prepared me for the mind numbingly boring set that The Reigning Sound then slept walked through. About halfway through someone bumped into me and jarred me awake. Victoria and I then made our way through the crowd of prep school graduate, punk rock indoor kids and hit the fucking door. At home, Vicki went to bed and I listened to Camarillo Brillo three hundred times to wash off the stench of unexcitement.