I went to see Henry Rollins tonight, and found it enjoyable. The guy has
a gift for getting up and ranting like a particularly lucid and entertaining
psychopath.
In tonight's show he went on about, among other things, growing old,
auditioning for movies, and did a long piece about going to a KISS concert
in San Bernadino (which is apparently populated by genetically degenerate
bogan types who ride around in airbrushed panelvans and grunt in monosyllables,
and as such is probably the Californian equivalent of Ringwood or Dandenong or
somesuch). He went on for two and a half hours, and was quite entertaining.
Afterwards I went to see the Greg Fleet show, which I found somewhat amusing.