First, the news: The Argument Machine, which began as the forum off of the long-inactive local music Web zine The Zone, then grew a life of its own as, basically, a scenester message board that involved more general humor and beef than discussion of music, is NO MORE. Its working moderator, a local musician, killed it today, putting up in its place a message citing personal drama as being the reason why he took down the site. What a fitting end to a local forum that had become characterized by hostility, incivility and rampant exhibitionism.
We may have to start a music forum on the Pitch's site -- one that would fight the b.s. or die trying.
[Since making that "fight the b.s." statement, I've been told by knowledgable people that I don't know what I'm talking about. They're probably right. -- Me Today (Monday)]
Now, if you're strapped for things to do this weekend, here are some goings-on you might consider haunting in a badass or just plain bad costume.
There's quite a party scheduled to go down at the loft of one John Bersuch (one-half of Bacon Shoe) in the West Bottoms at 1524 St. Louis. Equipped with a new hypeman (alas, 'Toine went to Korea and had to be replaced, but I hear the new guy is the tits), the Shoe will throw down later in the night, preceded by a band called Ewok Grinder. The whole loft will be done up like a haunted house maze. It starts around 9:30 and goes 'til probably three. It costs $5 to get in and a buck buys you a Boulevard beer. There will be nacking and mortification. It will be sick. "Don't come if John Bersuch hates you," says John Bersuch.
Over at the Record Bar, a group of local musicians -- I dunno who all -- are performing "the hits" with Be/Non. The event is called ROCKStar and it's sponsored by PBR, which means it might be worth going to score some schweet schwag. I've been lusting after a Pabst toque since I first saw them giving 'em out at Mike's last winter.
Get in free to the Brick tonight by wearing any sort of costume, and see tribute bands Rat Salad (Black Sabbath) and Funhouse (the Stooges).
The Brick's going even bigger tonight with its annual Pirate Party, featuring the Architects, the All Sorts and the Corpses -- and you dresssed as a pirate.
Elsewhere, it might finally be time to check out that new club on Main and Westport, the Embassy (which used to be Slam-Erz, and before that, Muddy's), because tonight, fabulous turntables-computers-projections DJ troupe Nomathmatics. The event is called "ROBOT DEATH GO 2 HELL," and there's cheap drinks, and "sweatbands and robots" get in for free. Shit, I'm sold -- my best friend is a sweatband named Ted, and they usually charge him extra at the door (OK, so maybe I like to put on athletic wear, pop a couple pills and pretend like my clothes are talking to me -- fuck off).
Skipping ahead to Tuesday the 31...
Boozeday Tuesday at the Brick (starting at 9 this time for parents with young trick-or-treaters), features Crazytalk, the Golden-Hearted Whores and a costume contest judged by the gals of Sad Dog (still alive despite the AM's demise), Kandi Kanabi and someone dressed up like Jason Harper. 2 for 1 drinks and .75 tacos, too.
Whatever happens this weekend, one thing I'm sure of is that it'll be more fun than dying and being reincarnated as a jellyfish .
Actually, that's kind of a tall order.