F.B. and P.C.

Went down to Olympia with a few friends last night to catch a small Frank Black show at the China Clipper. It was even smaller than I expected — 200 people total, I have been told — and it was just the man and his guitar and his squealy screechy voice.

I'm not a big Frank Black or Pixies fan, but I know quite a few, so thought I'd take a gander at this tiny show. It was quite enjoyable, and honestly, I liked the raw melodies and voice a lot more than I have liked the recorded albums.

I'm quite pleased to have found out about it and it was a good night out with friends.

(insert further platitudes here)

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It has been brought to my attention that I'm not giving the world at large enough coverage of a man who makes all our lives a little bit brighter — Pat Castaldo.

Pat is awesome and fun and has a zillion stories to tell, small and large. He's a good deal of fun and also a good person and I've never said "Ugh, not him again" when I see him.

So yay for Pat Castaldo!

For all you Pat Castaldo fans and stalkers out there, from now on I'll be collecting all my paparazzi shots of the man, the myth, and the legend here.

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Like so many things, that made more sense in my head before I started writing it.