
add a rooftop deck and it's perfect.
AWESOME HOUSE
GM: I don’t remember a lot of what I write. I try to release it after it’s out there so that I can be fresh again. I find that the creative side of my brain and the archival side of my brain don’t work well together. When I’ve done my best work, I’ve been in a trance-like state. I write jokes that are more by-the-numbers, but they tend to have a flat, pedestrian quality compared to the dizzying flights of silliness that we occasionally achieve. That said, I’m pretty sure I wrote “Pray for Mojo.” Do you remember that line?
BLVR: Weren’t those the dying words of Homer’s helper monkey?
GM: Uh-huh. It’s almost like an epitaph for Western civilization.

"...if we start using Griffins we're no better than the terrorists."
"I added $50 for you trying to haggle me. I'll remove this $50 haggling fee if you let me break an empty vodka bottle over your head."

And every single performance is so ridiculous that it looks down on "over the top" as if from a great height. It's the part of your brain that thinks it would be awesome to see robots with giant dangling testicles, or hot chicks turning into robot tentacle monsters, or "ghetto" robots that talk in inept hip-hop slang and smash each other playfully, or funny Jewish men who talk about their "schmear" and randomly strip to their G-strings. Is that going too far?
First up was a whirlwind trip to Chicago on May 7 to see my favorite band Deerhoof play at the Bottom Lounge. They have a childlike joy to their music, even when they're rocking heavy duty. The show was great, even if the guy in front of me thought he was at a Arsenio Hall taping. By the way, their drummer, Greg, is totally insane on a two piece kit. 







