I think it is clear that my once-rigorous taste in music has devolved over the years. I'm still berating myself for missing that Sun City Girls show last weekend. Stupid! There once was a time when that would have been inconceivable.
Yeah, I used to be cool. I got in the car and drove to Atlanta to see Faust when I was a kid; I used to know my shit. I played Jandek on college radio (that's practically a rite of passage, I know). Now I just want to hear pop songs (well, ok, what I think of as pop songs, I guess, not necessarily pop in the sense of "popular" songs). Sometimes I evaluate groups based entirely on how well I think I can shake my ass to their music. What happened? I mean, I dragged the man to see Matthew Shipp, now he giggles at my guilty pleasures. I think my ears have become lazy.

In rememberance of the times when I had taste, or when music was better, depending on how you look at it, I thought about going to see Slint--they're curating All Tomorrow's Parties in February. Tickets are sold out, though, and as the man pointed out, I'm moving very close to Louisville and it's likely they'll play there.

Anyhoo. Yesterday was slow and obnoxious; far too many girls, many of whom got trashed. I had way more fun hanging out at Perfect 10 after work, where I got to visit with some friends, including the notorious Dixie. I was contacted by a journalist looking to interview someone about working bachelor parties, and I knew she'd have the best stories to tell, so I pointed her in Dixie's direction. I can't wait to see how the story turns out.

I had some nice lapdances at P10, too, and was roundly molested by one girl in particular, Aubrey, who I highly recommend. Small breasted strippers try harder, it's the truth. When you're busty, you're used to people being happy looking at your boobs; when you're not, you feel the need to be more, ehm, stimulating, I guess. Oh, damn, I saw a couple of fucked-up boob jobs there (the majority were just normal boob jobs, you know, not remarkable). One girl had totally cock-eyed boobs, one nipple pointing straight forward, one pointing to the ground, ick. Another had a bucketful, far, far too large.

Before leaving work yesterday, I got into an interesting conversation with the husband of one of the dancers at XTC--she's getting into porn, and he was telling me all about it. Yes, I said her husband. I told him I thought it was unique and interesting that he was so supportive, and he said he found it to be so businesslike that he just saw it as work for her. Interesting. I can't relate, but interesting. I wouldn't want the man to watch me lap dance, let alone fuck professionally.

Pizza's here (it's pouring outside and I didn't want to go anywhere for food).