Kelly and I went to see Michael Moore’s Bowling For Columbine on Tuesday night. While at times a bit scattershot and clingy to the heartstrings, the message gets through well enough. It was moving enough to have Kelly note “I think I need to see more things like that.” “Why, because it challenged your entire right-wing upbriging?” I asked. “Yeah, pretty much,” she answered. She never fails to amaze, that girl. That’s pretty much all I could ask for in a documentary like this, and calling it a documentary is at sometimes a stretch. Moore has stated a number of times that he doesn’t like being in front of the camera, and yet he’s probably on-screen a good 50% of the time in this film, which is a bit of a departure from his first film. So, despite the extremely personal and emotional notions that pepper this film, his point comes across clear and resounding: “There is no good reason why we should have 100 times the gun-murder rate in America that Canada has”.

We went to the Bluegrass Brewing Company’s Bluegrass Jam Night last night, and met up with Jackson Cooper, friend and pluckin’ bass player. There were quite a few folks there, many of them women (women fiddlers are HOT, make note of this). Banjos, mandolins, guitars, bass and fiddle were all present, and the clientele was as far-flung and varied as you could possibly imagine. Punk-rockers next to UK fans next to school marms. It was great.

So, I’ve just been listening to “Judy Is A Punk” by the Ramones over and over again, something akin to my “White Stripes” odyssey a couple of months back. I can’t get enough. Jackie is a punk! Judy is a runt!