Blisters
Whatever, I’m posting this on my blog:
“Well is she in her garden,” he asked him, “Or is she in her hall? Or is she in the upper parlour, amongst those ladies all?”
Two other moments in the Boards of Canada catalogue that I’m still not sick of that I didn’t mention last time:
- “Alpha Rainbows”
- “Telephasic Workshop” first twenty seconds or so
- This band turned straight terrible after the second record.
Two things people have written to me this week:
Mos Def = mine, but that’s because I’m female. Or so I’m repeatedly told by disdainful men who are like no way man RAEKWON or something but I’m like, yeah but Raekwon isn’t hot.
and one one one one
I’m going up to bed, just watched the news, (that’s when I left you that phone message), and after the murders in PHila., then they announced the weather report. WE’re supposed to get 12 inches here. THere’s probably no milk and bread in the supermarkets already. IT’s so ridiculous how the people behave. I mean it’s not like we’ll starve in one day. Don’t people have anything in their freezers? Plus, there’s always peanut butter. THis storm will wreak havoc in cancelling office hours and then rescheduling everyone. IT’s a pain, but it will work out. The Police are back together and planning to tour. WOuld you ever want to see them? THey always remind me of the summer you were born. I must have listened to that album a million times. We used to have a stereo in our bedroom then and it was always playing. ANyway, I’m rambling. I’m really tired (we hired someone today to be my “assistant”. I hope she works out/she seems very competent and nice too!) Gramp has to get a new pacemaker generator put in on Friday morning at 6:30. I have to take him and gram to the hospital. Hopefully, it will be just a routine procedure and he won’t have to stay overnight. Otherwise, nothing new here. Talk to you soon. Stay safe and warm and enjoy the white stuff if you can!!
yeah, 1-2-3, 1-2-3:
Fights, crimes and terrible things I have seen in West Philly:
We went to the Blue Smaldone joint tonight. Fell asleep in my parka (they call them parkas in the South, not jackets) during the Fern Knight set, but never enough to stop thinking “This would have been my favorite band if I had heard it 10-15 years ago.” Life lesson and/or definitely a metaphor: Most dudes play too long. Smaldone’s set was darker and more whiskey soaker tongue loller than I expected. Jack joined for two songs and I watched him tap his fingers to the opener and smelled his drink as he walked past. Outside, Mike’s wheel was stolen, the chalk figure on my dashboard says “O no no no no no!” The city pushes back and roars low stereo roars.
It was only ten minutes after we were back from this recent tour that I saw a dude jacking a car on 42nd. … Clay asked, “So wait, why do any of us still live here?!?!”
TV tubes exploding at the oilcans again and again and again and again. Distant flames and black water under the bridge and we’re chewing veggie dogs and laughing about how hectic it gets. Cold wind and frozen ice toe in the stirrups, pedal it back home to doomed windowless South phil, pedal it back to Yucaton (Saturn Version) where they’re waiting for me to start my drum part, pedal it back into the tape-loops of yesteryear, pedal it back to my old chain that snapped on the back road summer 2004.
I get a new driver’s license photo this summer, right after I get back from camp.
Off tomorrow, band practice all day, pure ragers and boilers, “no jokes no drones.”
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