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goodnight hollywood boulevard
man, all this year (calendar) i've really only been listening to music from 2001 and 2002, and the wrens. Like, that's a lot of nothing but new music. Yesterday at OM i picked up an old Yo La Tengo EP, and shit, i forgot about all this crap. It's electr-o-pura era, has a condensced and radically remixed version of blue line swinger and an acoustic version of tom courtenay with georgia on vocals, and then two other songs. I fucking love yo la tengo. I need their back catalog on real cd and not this mp3 shit. This version of tom courtenay rules, i can't get enough of georgia's voice. Also, i received my free secrets split EP in the mail today. Good stuff, i really dig it all. I like the split ep. I mean, i dig the secrets, so i got it, but now i dig DL Bucket, who contributes 2 of the 4 songs. I love pop. Sue me. Also yesterday i bought the new Mountain Goats, the new Boards of Canada, the new and you will know us by the trail of the dead, some grandaddy b-sides rarities thing, the neil halstead record, and some zorn album the dude recommended me when they didn't have ulrich schnauss. I also had picked up the new clinic, but apparently something happened between that and when i bought stuff, because the album isn't on my receipt nor in my bag. I'm also sad because they didn't have the notwist or minotaur shock records and also because i failed to pick up the new death cab ep because i'm a pussy and decided i'd wait to buy it at the show. But it's ok, new secrets make everything happy go lucky.
tuesday i got drunk. wednesday i went into cambridge. before that i had conference with teach about my story, and got back 15 copies of my story with different people's comments and reactions and stuff. Big fun was had with those. I'll be doing some revision over break, as well as hopefully coming up with the germs for a couple more stories. So i went down to cambridge, bought my shit, went into starbucks for some writing. Then adam came and we went to see michael moore. I enjoy the man. TV Nation was great fun, as was the Big One. He's a funny guy. His speech last night however, was a hitler youth rally, except for the extreme left. I mean, it started out fine and just a little wacky about how people need to act and squash capitalism and conservatism and everyone in the world who isn't fat and completely pissed off. But then, at the end, he started talking about september 11 with some huge government/military conspiracy theory. Adam and i left before the rush, got pizza, took the bus home, adam bought liquor for the night's party and then i went home.
It was tara's half birthday (note to readers: you missed MY half birthday on january 3rd. Don't make the same mistake come game time.) and we drank that shitty raspberry vodka stuff and played scattergories (i mopped the floor) and then drank wine and then i switched to whiskey. And we played asshole and kings and then people spread off to various bedrooms and bathrooms and i ended the night talking to, of all people, Jeff about, of all things, the future and hopes and dreams and expectations. And then i smoked and went to bed nice and whiskey-drunk with "cigarettes will kill you" in my head and away message for reasons i do not remember.
Woke up still whiskey-drunk this morning. I'll say this, i'll take whiskey-drunk over beer-drunk any day. It's just so much better. Then i went to work which is where i sit now. I'll be leaving soon to go sing the goddam national anthem at the goddam bruins game.
more later perhaps.
and here becomes the "later"
first. Last night i had a dream wherein i was going for my conference with my fiction prof about my story and in her office she had a box of cds, and they were all cds that I had. All except for one: a cd from cabaret voltaire. Now, cabaret voltaire is a band i've heard of a couple of times. Never read a review, never owned a cd, but i've heard about them. but i've heard of them, and that's it. i don't know what or who the fuck they really are. today, after work, at about 4:30, i was at the T stop waiting for other bostonians to show, and i was looking at the free newspapers, and one of them, on the "what's inside section," had an article about cabaret voltaire. that's fucking weird.
and then we sang the national anthem at the bruins game. and while it sucks that we have to give up about 4 hours of our night for it, nothing, NOTHING, beats the rush of going into the last phrase of the song and having over 10,000 people cheering for you. that's fucking money.
then i came home, and drank and played football and watched survivor and mourned the loss of peter who i seriuosly thought could have had more good homoerotic moments with sean. then that ended and i went with kate to tim davis' and we drank more and it was alright and then i went home and then i went with TIM back to tim davis' and he answered the door in his pajamas and turned us away so we went to TIM's room and drank beer and smoked a cigarette and then i came home na dwrote this and now i'm going to sleep.
peace