While walking to and from the nearby Safeway on Roosevelt and 75th (you know, the one that RIAA works at), I couldn’t help but notice a band practicing in the auto shop just across the street on Roosevelt. When I think “band” and “auto shop,” I think either ZZ Top covers or that 90210 spin-off TV series The Heights, but this group skewed younger and artier. From what I saw through the big window, either this was a two-piece with the guitarist working some loops on pedals, or a third guy was tinkering with synthesizers behind a stack of mufflers. Either way, from the outside, all I could hear was a basic 4/4 drumbeat and the sounds of an orca wailing over it. The girlfriend wanted me to run back over and interview ‘em (she, the thoughtful one, even made me a sign that said “I’m With The Stranger, Can We Talk?”). I voted against such an interruption, assuming the chat would go like this:

“Why are you practicing here?”
“I work here [OR] This is my dad’s/uncle’s shop.”
“Great.”
“We’re on MySpace.”
“That’s great.”

Anyway, if you’re that band, you should play in the auto shop on a daily basis. Makes the Fontina cheese run that much more interesting.