The Gris Gris Live @ the Echo

dear greg ashley of the gris gris,

never did i think the term "post-punk psychedelic" would translate to anything good. not until i heard your first album and then i crumbled into a mass of springs and bolts and rose again phoenix-like to become a shining superhuman fueled by the power of rock.

as i am now a transcendent being, i must keep my spirit cleansed and armed for attack by the ordinary world. this is best done by bathing in your angelic dischord. last night's show was a perfect rejuvenation. my heart is the kick-drum you don't use. my blood is the bass you only use half the time. my brain is the distorted vocals and my skin is your creeping rising sledghammer of sound. thank you for kicking so much ass that i turn into sunlight.

i'll see you again soon my dear, on august 20th at the f### yeah fest in echo park to be exact.