Movin on up

I've been sleeping on the roof the past few nights it's been nice. I suppose it's a last ditch effort to do something vaguely outdoorsey before the cold settles in. Went to Angel's Katrina benifit last nite at the always-about-to-close-and-never-reopen-ever-ever-again-we-mean-it-this-time bowling alley-cum hipster watering hole. The turnout was a little slight, considering the number of bands on the bill and the fact it was only five frigging bucks. Bobby performed a few new songs without the Gypsies. He's venturing into some Brian Ferry territory which isn't as bad as it may sound. Brahm from the WPP also played, but I got there too late.
I'm working with the CKC again this week and it's good to see the crew again. They moved into this swanky new office complex with their own loading dock and shop and costume storage.
"Fish don't fry in the kitchen..."