6th street grill, tahiti

so brian forella of wreck room / embargo fame has taken over 6th street grill, a room i should prolly be 'shamed to say i've never set foot in my life until yesterday. seven or eight yrs ago, brian had a sportsbar called the screaming peanut there, and he's not sure what he's gonna call the new place, but some changes in the physical plant / sound system are coming (this time he's gonna own the bldg), and brian plans to walk the line between not scaring the everloving shee-ot out of the yups (the j'int is in the shadow of monkey wards or the montgomery towers or whateverthehell they're calling it, near the supertarget that thankfully has made it unnecessary for me ever to brave s. hulen or bryant irvin evereverever again) and not alienating his core clientele from el wreck (and again thankfully, he appears to be wise enough to understand 'n' appreciate the value that carl, dre, graham, rod et al. have brought to his table). my sweetie 'n' i are just happy that we'll still be within walking distance of his new location. now i'm just hoping he'll keep el wreck open long enough for me to have my 50th b-day party there at the ass-end of june (which he sez he might).

ran into foat wuth hip-hopper tahiti at the modern art museum yesterday (where we joined all the alternakids for free-admission wednesday, since i had never seen the permanent collection there before, altho i think tadao ando's design might just eclipse anything else i saw there) and actually succeeded in luring him to el wreck for the li'l jam last night, when jam-meister lee allen had planned a james brown tribute. in the event, tho, lee had to call it off for lack of a drummer (funky or otherwise), which made me not glad, but i got to chew the rag with tahiti for awhile 'n' learned that he'll be back at the wreck on january 12th, opening for black tie dynasty and faux fox with ppt, and that ppt's alb tres monos in love is released nationwide (!!!) january 30th. it seems hard to believe that a group that's accomplished as much as ppt has in a very short time -- together since last february, their song "we're rowdy, loud and proud" was chosen as the mavericks' official playoff theme song, and they've received plenty of media exposure due to tireless self-hype, no longer a dirty word in this myspace universe o' music -- they can't get a headline gig in fort worth. could it be fear of a hip-hop audience (rather than a nation of millions) that's holding 'em back? only the collective clubowners of the fort know for sure.