better mexican food in stl than la? since i moved here, i've been looking for decent food of any sort, desperately. the food in stl is dreadful (as a general rule). found one truly great italian place, and found a medium vietnamese place, but that's about it. maybe i was spoiled by the quality of the chow in yuppified seattle (which was unbelieveably great across the board), but the food here in stl is abysmal. imo's? looks and tastes like vomit on a cracker. shake and steak? gimmee dick's burgers. you'd think you could at last find a good steak house here, but even that is not the case. the best (and only stuff worthy of being called) bbq here are the smokers that folks set up on their lawns for quick cash.
even the grocery stores suck here. (especially downtown.) i think the rich white folk in the counties send all their high=fructose sugar crap and out-dated dairy and meat and bakery products to the inner city stores to sell to the poor black folk. it's SO BAD that it's the ONLY possible explanation.
oh, i'd also like to correct a comment i made in my remarks to 'bigdumbrock'. he's not the only "hero" i've encountered here. a guy name of jerome gaynor (mad cartoonist and creator of a site called stlpunk.com) actually went out and rented a hall and got nearly a dozen of st. louis's finest punk bands to come play in one big extravaganza - even did his own posters and postering etc. etc. great event. nobody could be bothered to show up and he lost his shirt and his inspiration to continue. that's another hero in my book - he made the effort and it didn't work. but as long as guys like that are out there trying to build a community instead of wanking off or trying to make a buck off everybody (the lowest sort), there's still a chance for eveybody who still gives a shit in this fucked up city. and keep in mind that this is from a guy who deeply loves fucked up cities (i spent my teen years in tacoma and my college years in bellingham).
jim (aka bigdumbrock) - i certainly was NOT referring to you in my comments about being 'pissed on' by local promoters i approached. i see you as a sort of hero in this situation - you're the only one here that went out on a limb and put his money where his mouth was. you're the only one to take the heat. all i did was make a poster. and all those other guys did was attack whatever i had to say whether it made any sense or not (skin and eye - you exist on this site to try to ruin anything i say. go check the records. who are you and why don't you go get a real life?).
so, jim, please rest assured i feel nothing but comraderie and a little (financial) sympathy for your efforts. i think that braindead and you and i could get together for a beer and talk about ways to make more effective gig advertising in this town (just like people did in seattle of bellingham or portland) and it will only help the community communication. to paraphrase my favorite slimball "inclusion is the word, not exclusion".
joe shwab sez hello! he was thrilled that i knew who you were. he handed me a flyer that you designed for him ages ago and i managed to recognize your work even thought it looked absolutely nothing like your current style. i'd like to see more of your old stuff just for the hell of it.
after living here and in portland and in la, you must know a buttload of my old friends.
one last thing - hanging posters is not the artists' job, it's the club's job. i think that you saw the poster for that one show (that i designed the poster for) at all is a tribute to 'bigdumbrock's' supreme efforts, since he didn't get the posters into his hands until the actual day of the show. it also didn't help much that it was supposed to be at the hi-pointe (your club) and at the last minute was dumped from the schedule without warning so that the show in question was held at the creepy crawl (so your club could put on a FREE show). it was a miracle that anybody showed up at jim's show at all.
so, all yer high and mighty crap about what a swell scene this is, well, that's so much crap until i actually see otherwise.
oh, and why should i introduce myself to you and suck up to you and your band and kiss your feet so i can do a poster for free and then allow you to profit off them? i'm in the phone book. YOU call ME. that's the way it's always worked in the real world. i've sucked up to enough promoters in this town and been pissed on. savvy?