"Bucky has been on the forefront of the San Francisco spoken word scene for nearly two decades now, and judging from the sold out status of his 2005 collection, Whiskey and Robots, his reputation is growing by leaps and bounds. In All Blacked Out, Bucky recounts his life through the sound of punk rock, but with his patented poetic twists, mixing tragedy and comedy into a book that's louder and faster than any of its kind. Comedian Greg Proops says, 'Bucky Sinister is the poet laureate of trailer parks, tattoos and the holy mystery of NASCAR. Exhilarating and indispensable.' I say, 'Bucky rocks!'"
I think I need to pick up a copy for those nights when I'm all keyed up and sleep seems like a pain in the butt. Better than whiskey!
Oh how I love Voxtrot. Five times I've seen them now, and this morning I'm plotting how I can maybe see them again when I'm in New York. They'll have lost openers Sound Team by then, who Aimee and I agreed were a total buzzkill after the sweet sweet love brought by Au Revoir Simone. But yeah Voxtrot ruled, and then we walked out of the Great American and the Otter Cab drove right in front of us. For those of you who have not yet seen the Otter Cab, it's a yellow taxi with a giant plastic otter perched proudly on top, advertising the Monterey Bay Aquarium. It was a beautiful night.
Science Thursday:
Low-fat milk, straight from the udder | Der Spiegel | BBC |
Babies don't read minds; they read lips | New York Times | Irish Examiner |
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