We're Just Trying to Get to the Club and Shake Our Asses

I almost died last night. We were swerving down the twisted roads of Sai Kung with a frizzy-haired taxi driver with two cell phones, a disregard for the double lines in the middle the road and a need for speed. There were four of us in the back seat so Emily and I didn't have a seatbelt. Instead, I clutched the can of Heineken with desperation, drinking the nerves away.

In the cab, I sat next to some dude from the States, also a working journalist. But where he is from is unclear. He first said Nebraska and then New York City. I started talking about Nebaskan musicians and got excited. I don't think he cared so he must have been from NYC. But I'm never sure with those smart alec-y Americans, they're all liars! (For the easily offended Americans, that was a joke.) Anyway, today, I'm craving Nebraskan music and was happy to find Lullabyes has uploaded a soundboard quality bootleg of Tilly and The Wall. TATW also have/had a blog during the recording of their new album, which B says Filter says is coming out in May.

We made it down to Central alive, thank Allah, but only after the cab driver realized he didn't have any more fuel and we puttered down Connaught Rd. Apparently taxis don't have the light that alerts drivers that they're close to an empty tank. We walked up the hill to the Fringe Club for the second show of HK Live and it wasn't bad althought as a non-smoker now in Hong Kong, the air was disgusting: stuffy and smokey, a wretched combination. The bands we saw: The Swamp, Pixeltoy and Gayaman weren't bad. The latter was arguably, the best performance but I comtemplated leaving early because I was I felt sick due of the disgusting air. Hey legislators, implement the damn smoking bill! I think I have some Gayaman and Pixeltoy mp3s somewhere on my external harddrive which I will find and possibly upload later this week. But first, back to bed now.