Yes, even Leprechaun: Back 2 tha Hood

Our video store, like so many other things, is just down the block, but I never managed to visit it before tonight. It looks like the basement of a larger video store: a maze of mismatched racks, hand-lettered signs on fluorescent paper, a fifty-year-old popcorn popper. The selection is eclectic, which is to say good; they don't necessarily have what you'd expect, but they have plenty that you wouldn't. I counted six floor-to-ceiling racks of horror, including the entire Leprechaun series and The Brain from Planet Arous, and a slimmer but still acceptable SF section. Their "Alternate Lifestyles" and "Japanimation" sections are surprisingly extensive, though the names scream "Nope, you're not in Ann Arbor anymore." They earn bonus points for their "Mature" section, which is heavy on the 60s- and 70s-era cheese: a complete Russ Meyer collection, Wham Bam Thank You Spaceman, Flesh Gordon. I did not venture through the ADULTS ONLY sleaze-curtain tonight, but I can only hope there will be more schlock to discover therein.

With all the options open to me, I went with Bruce Willis in Hostage. Yes, yes, I know; I'm a running-dog lackey. But, y'know. 'Splosions.

But I still need new strings

I added the Jayhawks' What Led Me To This Town to my repertoire tonight. The verse chords were trivial (C - Am - G - G, and in fact I was noodling around when I suddenly realized I was playing something that sounded familiar), but the bridge was a little tricky (F - F - Am - Am / F - F - Am - Am / F - F - Dm - Dm / C). All of that's capoed up 4; the song is recorded in E. (I.e., the verse is really E - C#m - B - B.)

I polished up Rocky Raccoon and Science Fiction Double Feature last night, and I've nearly got Country Feedback down. I should ask the city about busking. Hm.