Merry Cutemas and a Cute New Year

I woke up late and decided to go downtown to watch OdESSA play at the Bristol instead of being a Pikey Mikey. I haven’t seen them play live for a while, and although a friend of mine who ought to know has described them as having “gotten their groove back” it was hard to tell with all the amps turned up to 11, producing a flat wall of noise with no variation whatsoever. In fact, after the ominous digital countdown projected over their heads turned over, I went upstairs and played pool, where they sounded much better… except of course then I couldn’t see the mighty Pender dance. I had the misfortune beforehand to watch the band get chewed out by the bar manager for going on stage 20 minutes late. What a dumb thing to do to someone about to perform. The words “top dollar” were shouted (by the manager) and no-one escaped with much dignity.