Indianapolis

The Music Mill is part of a shopping strip off 82nd St in Indianapolis. Its very nice to be able to go to Barnes and Noble to kill time and best of all I went to Office Max to get some cd’s to burn for I ran out of my other ones. I began my factory work at the bar of the extremely clean venue. Goodness is that place clean.
It’s so new that the ghosts are confused. “Hey where do I go? Where was the Burger Chef I was eating at before I said, “I don’t feel good.”
One of the bouncers was telling me about some fights he had to break up at a show there recently.
“Who is this band playing?”
“They Might Be Giants.”
“Rough crowd?”
“You’ll be throwing out at least 50 hooligans that love to fight when ‘Dr. Worm’ starts playing?”
“Moshing too?”
“Yeah, they go shithouse violent when Robot Parade starts playing.”
“Give me a nod when that happens.”
“You got it.”
Just kidding. That conversation never happened. It started out as such, though. But it should have.
I had to play extra long because I went on too early. The set was interrupted after 3 songs and was told to start the set over 15 minutes due north of then but then came to the idea of just keep going. What did I say? Anyway, so I did. And I looked to my right at the ghost holding his ill-fated cheeseburger shaking his head in disbelief that the Burger Chef was going to have bands playing.