Anyway, I get into the club, say hi to some people from the mailing list. It's a pretty nice club, excellent lighting system and a big balcony. Only some security guy yelled that the balcony was closed off and made me come down. Unfortunate since other than the balcony there's no place to sit in this club other than atop the subwoofers.
Sound was pretty good for an indoor space, much better than the El Rey... however I still don't like indoor PA systems, something weird happens to the bass, it turns from the usual thump thump thump into a distorted BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAP and the ER-20s , having not enough attenuation in the low end, do nothing to help.
Hawtin was awesome as expected.
But afterwards my car was gone. Crap crap crap! Seems there was a "no parking after 10" sign that I missed and they towed it.
OK, this means I have to take the bus home and deal with shit in the morning.
I walk to the bus stop just to see the right bus pulling out and I have to wait an hour for the next one. Then in the morning make a few phone calls to find out WTF my car is... then attempt to take my bike on the bus to Hollywood and then over to the the impound garage and pay through the nose there. Bleah.
On the bike front, looks like unless I come to my senses in the mext couple of months I'll be looking for a KLR650. Gear wise I'm thinking what could be cooler and/or dorkier than the safety yellow treatment?
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