If you haven't been going to Hell's Kitchen much in the last few months, you've missed some good times. You've missed HookerBlood's brief existence, maybe, but one thing for sure, you missed this past Tuesday. You missed Drock singing Crustor (sp?) with the Dean Malenkos. You missed Stool Face with their nurse and theatrics. But above all else, you missed Gunts 'n' Roses. I don't know if that's the name they settled on, but it's the one I was told that night. The band is Matt Lefort, Craig Hamlin, Chuck Teed, and Crud and Pete McFadden. They play GNR songs. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. Don't get me wrong, I had not doubt on the musical ability of the members. I just wasn't confident that my friend Matt would be a good Axl. I just couldn't picture it. But, he did a better Axl than Axl himself did on that music awards show a few years ago. Good Lord, when they kicked into the first song, and Matt did those spins, I lost it.

But, fret not. You have at least one more chance to see them. December 9th at Reflections. It'll be better than Tuesday. They'll be doing a full set, and put more into their costumes. I can't wait. I'll bring the camera I forgot on Tuesday.

Oh, and for those of you ex-Haligonians who may not know, the Marquee has announced that they are closing their doors for good on January 11. For some reason, I'm very happy about that. I guess it's because my hatred for the place had only been growing the last few years. I understand the blow it will have on the music community, but locally? I think not. Locally, people will continue to find places to play. But, for those few shows that made the Marquee relevant, well, they might not have another place to go. Why did they have that HUGE venue open all the time? Why didn't they just open it when they actually had HUGE shows? According to this week's SNARK in the Coast, they're closing down because people want free water.

Also, G. W. Bush is coming to Hal-town next Wednesday. I'm scared. I still vividly remember the G7 finance minister thing when I worked at Mahons. For that reason, I hope he doesn't leave the airport. But fuck, things'll be interesting wherever he is. Maybe we'll be on the Daily Show.

My nose still hurts. A month later. It's not like I'm waling around in constant pain, but when I rub my nose or my eyes, the pain shoots through my skull from the bridge of my nose. Maybe I did break it. Why didn't it bleed? The damage, however, wasn't permanent as I had first suspected. My sense of smell has returned. The sniffer is a little crooked.