CMW Looms
Having just received mostly-official confirmation of my accreditation as a member of the press for CMW, I look forward to this weekend. It begins early, on Thursday night, in complete disharmony with my workweek which ends, conventionally, on Friday. This begins 4 solid nights of intoxication and further reduction of audible frequencies through repeated trauma.
And a whole shit-load of bands.
I can be somewhat critical (wait, hear me out) but last year’s CMW was rather enjoyable (apart from a somewhat confusing appearance of a 50 year old man in a suit showing up at Lee’s Palace stinking of incredible body odour who didn’t seem to notice he was the only person in the room smoking marijuana, and who, of course, had to stand right beside me). So I have high expectations for this year - no pun intended.
I will accept nothing but quality entertainment, dammit.
