This is why I sometimes like to ride the bus.

The Obsession With [Oakland] AC Transit Brawler, AKA Epic Beard man, Continues



[Thomas] Bruso, most commonly known now as "Epic Beard Man" (EBM), became an Internet celebrity after video of his fight with a fellow AC Transit bus passenger was posted on YouTube last month. The footage, taken by college student Lyanna Washington, shows Bruso wearing a T-shirt that says "I am a motherf*****" (hence the title of Washington's video).

Now there is a documentary by Nathan Maas.

Bruso, apart from being both questionable and a badass, has quite a life story. Check out parts one and two of the documentary here.

Mark, you'll be happy to know I'm halfway there.

These are a few of my favorite things...


















In one tidy package. I also love my scarf.

Better late than never: a few pics from Wednesday's Red Sparowes show at Bottom of the Hill.



























As to be expected, it was superb. Recorded, Red Sparowes are really impressive, but live they're epic.

The show itself was amazing, but the crowd a little trying, as it was again an all-ages show. Don't get me wrong, I am all about the all-ages show and give mad props to venues and bands who swing this way, because it can be a pain in the ass to negotiate. But it's been a long time since I was in high school, and as you can tell by that first shot I had to relinquish second row and beat it to the back as I dislike being reminded of what teenage boy smells and acts like, especially when multiplied by 200.

BTW, can you tell what a sausage party this was? I think I was one of about 10 chicks in attendance. Too bad, because this is monumental RAWK that should know no gender lines.

Dig it that both the man and I, unbeknownst to each other, were oddly annoyed by the bass player, and upon conferring afterward realized it was because we both thought he looked like Gaius Baltar. Nerds!

I also have a new favorite, opening band Russian Circles from Chicago. Check this band out now, yo, before they are super-huge.














Their bassist was the fucking man. He brought the dirty fuzzy and the epic metalscape with equal badassity. Plus, cute beard!














Russian Circles at Crepe Place in Santa Cruz, 3.25.2008