This weekend, we played host yet again for our friends Casper & the Cookies, who headlined at Southpaw last night (and rocked as usual). Opening for them were The Icicles, a weird gem of a band from Grand Rapids, MI. They were dressed in matching, slightly frumpy stewardess costumes (their male drummer was dressed as a pilot) and played pleasant, jangly songs that impressed us enough to buy their latest CD. I was kind of zoning out on the mellow girl-pop when I was suddenly struck by lyrics that perfectly summed up the personality of my elder cat, Bruce (pictured below).  So I share it with all of you who have mischevious cats who are always sitting in the window or waiting at the door for their chance to escape:

Gedge’s Song