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Tonight is the Modern English/Berlin/Flock of Seagulls show!

I know, I know … chances are none of these acts has all the original members performing. And seeing the lead singer of Flock of Seagulls now could give me nightmares.

But I ran to get tickets anyway because I know it will be a trip. I didn’t want to spend my life just wishing I’d seen any of these groups live. You should go, too. I mean, how cool is it that all three bands stretched their hands across the sea so that we could go all nostalgic and relive the old days?

Modern English is my favorite of the three. I spent many a summer staying up late with ink and paper listening to those tapes. Some of those songs used to literally take my breath away, and I’d stay up all night thinking and writing until the dawn chorus made me realize it was time for bed. I still remember those summers in my dreams.

Your heart is telling you to go, because it knows that the more you live the more you love. And you love the old stuff. Tease your hair a little extra a come meet me at the 9:30. Don’t even bother riding on the Metro, there’s almost always plenty of parking.

OK, no more words … I gotta head to work!

I have returned from Tokyo.

Sorry for not posting while I was there, but I couldn’t upload photos to the computers in the newsroom and I didn’t feel like spending lots of spare time in the office writing entries. The stories will come, however, once my brain is functioning a bit more efficiently. I think the Stepford flight attendants on the ride back infected me with something.

Until then, all I have to say - and I can’t stress this enough - is that Gloomy the naughty adult bear fucking rules. He’s a little pink bear who once in a while feels the need to rip people to shreds. I first saw him at Kiddy Land, and he tore his way into my heart. He’s of course very popular with the little goth kids of Harajuku.

I can relate to Gloomy’s name as I try to re-emerge in D.C. After almost a month in sunny Tokyo and two days in the mountains decompressing after my return, I have no desire whatsoever to be in this city. Especially as I look at the gray sky (a nonstop, monthlong presence, I hear) and remember there’s an evil Redneck Across Town. Argh.

As usual, however, kick-ass shows will come to the rescue. Well, not all are kick, but they definitely promise to be high-haired fun. And I finally get to see the new “Matrix.”