I flashed my horseshoe leather cuff at Timtam subsequently and said of course I looked tremendously gay, but I assimilated myself well amongst the high desert cowboy angel riffraff. She nodded campily. Below is a not-staged assemblage of Kitchens' trinkets in his office where we were before the show that i thought might be worthwhile from a genealogical perspective (note the gopher paw reaching for the toothbrush).

Meanwhile at the show (which was fairly average, great venue though and we had fun) Kitchens and I argue over the significance of Frank Zappa, for whatever reason. Argument ends as the lyrics he quotes from Zappa are pure juvenilia, but I resign myself to the fact that in the context of a good art rock band, provided the Mothers are good (I am guessing they sort of are), silly lyrics are fine. I don't love all of Beefheart's arrangements, but the goofy lyrics are mostly brilliant. After that, we argued over what is a jamband. I was being a little shirty and I threw out the Talking Heads (we were pretty trashed). Kitchens said no way. But then I said James Brown and he still argued. I have yet to look for any Talking Heads jams, but they went Afrikkan at one point.
Girl that was out with Kitchens and I turned to me at one point and said, "you look like a NASCAR driver!" I was like huh? And she said okay, how about a will ferrell movie about NASCAR.
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