Saturday night was mu-ziq night at Bottom of the Hill. Dianna told me I'd like that club, and boy howdy, did I ever! It's a tiny little space out in the middle of a BFE semi-industrial area. No crowds of sleek 30-something hipsters to wade through. No parking problems. Just bizarre isolation.

The show itself was pretty good. The first band (whose name I forget) sounded like a combination of Mogwai and Godspeed You Black Emperor, but there was nothing new. The second band, Him, sounded a lot like Tortoise, but slightly more jammy. In case you haven't figured it out, the first part of the show was entertaining, but nothing new.

Mike Paradinas (mu-ziq) hit the stage with a bang. I've always wished for a sound system loud enough to listen to drill-n-bass at those levels. But this show was an excellent temporary solution. The only problem was that my body decided to rebel against me two-thirds through the set. Suddenly, my stomach realized that I hadn't eaten a real meal in twelve hours. This happened at the same time my brain figured out that I was very very tired. About 10 minutes from the end I finally gave up the ghost and sat down in the back room. And instantly fell asleep sitting upright.

Anyway, if you've gotten tired of reading this post about a band you've never heard of, let me make an executive summary: