heeeeey, so glad you could make it

Oh my...Courtney Love, who I inadvertently was last Halloween (oh to have had a digital camera back then,) is playing at Bowery Ballroom next Thursday. Her new album is supposed to be "depressingly repulsive," but I'm sure the inevitable trainwreck would be amusing. I wonder if she will top Cat Power's escapade at the Knitting Factory in which Chan Marshall ended up in the middle of the audience, in the fetal position, on my feet, still singing, before running out the back door. I would totally go see Courtney just for kicks if it weren't $25. It would probably be more worth the money to just be like her by getting wasted on vodka and gatorade and taking some of my leftover vicodin.