1,000 Birthday Parties

New Year's this year was a quiet one. I had a drink at my local, played some pinball, had a few glasses of champagne and watched the fireworks from my roof. I was in bed before 3. I'm sure I wasn't the only one. People started puking Mums through their noses outside my apartment at 8:30pm, and Haight St. was like a goddamn disco rodeo by 11pm. All that aside, happy new year everyone.
















I celebrated a bit early this year, I suppose. A few of us kids went to see The Flaming Lips, Gnarles Barkley and Cat Power at The Bill Graham. Cat Power was a bit on the not so great side, but the rest of the night, as usual, was amazing. The place was rammed as well.














The Flaming Lips made a classic P-Funk entrance via a giant spaceship. That's class.










































And then all hell broke loose. And by hell I mean a few dozen or so confetti cannons belching little paper dots everywhere, hundreds of balloons raining down and a couple strobe lights and maybe some fake blood. Perfect recipe for a New Year's Eve Eve.










































I'm sure I've said it before, but it really is impossible to have a shit time at a flaming lips show....really. Every time I pay for something in a store I pull a bit wad of confetti out of my pocket...the party continues.