you may have heard that we have a show at Mr T’s next Wednesday. you have no excuses not to show your face, even if it does lie on a mean street. the Gold Line takes you right there. the show is free. you can bowl afterwards (i think?). cheap drinks. i’ll even offer a free hand job to the first person that can explain the mathematical proof of Fermat’s last theorem in less than three minutes. don’t let the ghetto birds scare you. ignore that massive spotlight from the sky aimed at your car. and there’s always a chance that that constant stream of “bullets” you hear are just some neighborhood rascals playing with firecrackers from the adjacent Chinatown. don’t let The Avenues scare you, even if Jackson Browne was right about these streets. and if our confused brand of post-punk meets freak-folk indie rock isn’t enough to entice you, there’s a California Burrito joint just down the street.

here's an interesting New York Times take on the neighborhood in which mr. t's finds its home. don't believe the hype. i live here. the car in front of my window was recently tagged with bullet spray. duck and cover.