I came home last night a bit legless...

Here is a guest rant from KRK Dominguez, former Flipside writer/photographer and friend. Photo by KRK and Jenn Kitner - Bob

I came home a bit waffled the other night

& inspired by seeing Peg Leg Love @ La Cita, I set forth & hammered out a stunning critique of the night on my un-trusty baby, my Toshiba.

I know you don’t believe a word I write but, I can be clever, witty & insightful - I insist. & those were the knives I wielded that night in my semi-conscious state as I methodically & accurately deciphered the intricate sounds of said band.

Seriously people, I was on. Bet you a day-pass it made ole Lester Bangs’ bones rattle w/ envy, tell you what. I spilled some insightful post punk references too, like the akward dryness of Magazine & the voodoo cool of the Cramps. Yeah, I was on fire!

I was already cashing the check.

Then, as my nemesis would have it, I awoke the next day to my baby & she had no recollection of such text! Either I didn’t save it or I erased it or…

maybe I didn’t even type it in the first place (GASP!), perhaps I merely dreamt of greatness (scary thought here people).

The thought of me excelling @ writing only in my dreams is frightening – FRIGHTNING! - I scream @ you!

Which brings to question, maybe I am not qualified to write about music if I can’t keep it together on such a fundamental level?

Wild thought.

Scratch that last remark; I can prolly pull it off. You’re just going to have to give it some time, be patient w/ me. Don’t expect Claude Bessy to reincarnate for chrissakes.

Remember, English is my 2^nd language, I have an excuse! Let me see you write something in German bitch? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Besides, I have confidence that Bob wouldn’t let the reputation of his publication, Baby Jeepers, be tainted by the antics of a, drunk by noon, fool.

None-the-who:

check out Peg Leg Love next time you’re out w/ a drink in your clutches, they’re sexy.

KRK Dominguez ~ Boyle Heights, LA ~ 3/3/11 ~ 8:37 AM