Slint by Buick
Just got back from a surgical strike road trip to Chicago that included two amazing shows by Slint, gallons of good Sushi, greasy soul food breakfasts, and lots and lots of driving. Great weekend. The band was amazing and the sets were heavy. The venue for the Saturday show, the Park West, was mind boggling. A terrific space for live music and an appropriate venue for what was quite possibly the last Slint show ever. We shall see…

For the drive, I elected to rent an auto and got a sweet deal on a nice new big ass Buick. What a car! One tank of gas was all it took to get from here to Chicago with a short pit stop in Milwaukee (a town which is quickly rising to the top of my favorite US cities). Driving the Buick was like sitting in a lazy boy on top of a cushy floating cloud. Pure heaven.

On the way back home there was a stop in Tomah Wisconsin for some afternoon Easter sustenance. We wound up in the most depressing all-you-can-eat buffet style diner. I ordered a fish sandwich. This guy and his mother came in to the joint. The guy was well over 600 pounds which fell about loosely. He had greasy matted shit brown hair that went out the sides of his head like airplane wings. He demanded the buffet and put together a plate of food that was over a foot high. No shit! He had that shit tiered up like a wedding cake. The two top layers consisted of a ring of buttered buns topped with five or six pieces of fried chicken. Underneath that was tatter tots, fried shrimp, ham slices, a steak, mashed potatoes, cottage cheese and pear slices. He used no utensils and vacuumed the fried chicken pieces in under ten seconds flat. It was so depressing and nauseating that I had to call the waitress back to my table and cancel my order. Appetite completely demolished.