Been awhile since we bit into these fuckers for a night. Last night we listened to the whole Jesus Lizard discography. Grating. Biting. Ferocious. Awesome. The better part of our early twenties was spent digging these beasts.

“A working band.” Indeed.

I remember seeing them at LaLuna, wide-eyed and blown away. Unstoppable.

Start yer day of this motherfucker.

CBGB’s, New Year’s Eve, NYC, ‘97. I was standing about three heads back behind this filmer, watching this one go down. I remember Yow saying something about how they’d never play there again, due to all the jocks in the crowd from NYU. I rode the train downtown that night by myself to see this one. The 9 train down from Harlem. I remember Tommy being freaked out.

I can’t swimmmmmmm….. Yow could swim.

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I went to this show. That flyer is downstairs in the flat files, good, dry and flat. I remember standing on my hood to rip it down off a telephone pole, in the rain.

A great night. I went with a girlfriend, little Miss Mary Burnham. We drove up from Bend. I was 20.

I remember how much I loved the fact that they didn’t sound like anything I had ever heard. I bought it up in Portland before some other show a couple months before, and took it back to Portland and listened to it over and over. Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain is still one of my all-time favorites.

I got to meet the designer of that poster, Mike King, at Chloe’s Christmas Shindig late last year. He’s designed grillions of Portland rock posters. Super nice guy, does the layout for the Decemberists, among other projects. I am a fan.

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A virtual Lite Brite. (Chris Glass has all the kick-ass links.)

We made one, of course.

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Rubik Cubism. (via computerlove)