I like the smell of barbecue.

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS
8000+ YOU GUYS ROCK!  FOREVER GRATEFUL!

TOOL for the WIN
I finally fulfilled my promise to myself and saw TOOL last night :happy: Kick ass show in every respect.  The music, the visualizations, the lasers!  Scored and new totally kick ass shirt too, which unfortunately set me back 38 dollars.  Ughs.  But what can you do, it's just too awesome.  My only gripe with the concert was that they didn't play The Grudge.    That made an unhappy Spencer.  But then I remembered how awesome everything else was, and I was fine again.  Here is a quick set list, not in the proper order:

Stinkfist
Forty-Six and Two
Schism
Lateralus
Vicarious
Jambi
Wings for Marie
10000 Days
The Pot
Lost Keys
Rosetta Stoned
Intension (not the whole thing)
Right in Two

Lateralus was probably the best song of the night, and included a drum duel between Danny (of Tool) and the opening band's drummer, which was mind blowing.  Then the end of the song was so good my girlfriend almost cried.  It was that good.  No lies.

The worst part about going to a TOOL concert is that it has to end.  Boo.

Art Art Art Updates
It's almost done.  It got some hold ups due to family dropping in, and then my best friend moving to British Columbia for the rest of the summer, so I was busy spending time with friends and family.  Tomorrow though I have to make some decisions on framing it, and put on the (hopefully) finishing touches.   Booyeah.  Orikon told me he wants to collab sometime so I will post anything going on with that.  And another shirt or two!  I want to get some time for those!  ARG TIME!


Spencer

PS.  If anyone started reading this thinking it was about barbequing, sorry to disappoint.  And yes, it can be spelled that way.

The new lyrics are from Third Eye by Tool.  This isn't even one of my favourites, but these lyrics are stunning.

Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...