Month of May, 2003

the last week has been most unmusical...my grandmo...

the last week has been most unmusical...my grandmother had a surprise bout with cancer and was in hospice for a few days before she died. the weird silence of that time was only broken by the little portable breathing machine thing with a rolling three-part noise which mingled with breathing as the two most terrifying sounds in my recent memory.

ten pm, about to go see the new matrix movie, yay!...

ten pm, about to go see the new matrix movie, yay!

today i cleaned out my desk, pouring all the promos and bullshit into my bag, along w/ whatever office supplies caught my eye, of course. probably the only thing that i got out of my terrible job was a better understanding of curtis mayfield and stevie wonder, courteousy of my boss's husband, who seemed to own every CD in the world but is simultaniously not really allowed to listen to music in the house. i have never in my life been in a place with so much unhappy sound and i am so glad to be gone.

listening to mull historical society and thinking ...

listening to mull historical society and thinking about fake radiohead bands - calla, ester drang, coldplay -- and how yes, sometimes i enjoy the fake better than the real thing. this isn't to say i prefer the rutles to the beatles, the black eyes to the white stripes (or even the kills to the ws's) etc etc, but that, by and large, these sonic kidnappers distill the best elements and leave the pretense.