Well, my apologies to the Her Jazz Noise Collective - fond as I am of them, I just couldn't make it to the Cobalt for Fake Jazz Wednesday last night. What can I say? I was home, warm, and comfy; I gotta work tomorrow; and I didn't have enough cash on hand for a bus trip home, so I woulda had to have walked. There's more of a chance I'll go see the Rebel Spell on Friday, with Chris Walter reading; I haven't seen them play since my Razorcake thing on them came out (now on the stands at, like, Chapters and shit - it's in the one with a Bev Davies pic of the Tranzmitors on the cover, with, by pleasing coincidence, a Chris Walter interview with them).
Now the BIG question on my mind is if I want to go see the New York Dolls on Saturday. It's one of those dangerous gigs, where the questions of "how lame could it be" and "how great could it be" equally provide compelling arguments for staying or going...
