Fall story pt. 4
So in the spirit of only posting when I’ve written something that I haven’t posted, let’s proceed.
1st Letter to Nobody in Many Long Weeks
It rained. Today I had wet feet in brown socks and blue shoes. At Susy’s house the dust on the shelves and the dust in the cabinets in the hostel combined and blew in high plumes. Eyes of fog. Everything the name of this blog’s less optimistic, previous incarnation.
Back eatin’ lotuses on the real. Mike and I are going on tour in a week or whatever and that shit isn’t totally planned. Reclined and nothing to show for it. A deprived month. It is raining and grey outside and I told a woman at a coffee shop, “I love a gray northern afternoon.”
There is a thing that happens when you work: you want to work more. I am feeling the sickening pull of a job. Meanwhile, time passes.
Heavy, right? Someone should start Bummer Blog, I would post there.
My roommates are that band Genghis Tron. They left for their tour of America and then England a few days ago. Susy and I saw them play and it was the first time I was in the church in months, maybe.
For Halloween, Blaine, Mike, Amber and Lorenzo were skeletons. I had a weird time and was tired and severely, overly stressed by what should have remained pedestrian problems that, ignored, would go away: internet, house stuff, last minute productivity, etc. Read about it in Bummer Blog.
I am looking forward very much to touring. It is only five days away. Tonight I am finishing and mailing my posters. Tomorrow I am finishing my Believe You Me zine and maybe getting to work on Ospreys 5 or 6 or whatever. Mike’s emulsion went off and that screwed us up a little. I have CDs to make too. We have a lot recorded and most of it sounds good.
Ooh la la la:
