hott...my friend luke think's there's a brian chippendale look a like thing going on here in the dusty den of providence, and by the judging of the ridiculous loft shows full of functional, artistic and meagerly fed folks that constitute my anti-social sphere, i might be inclined to agree. this boy 'kites' that i saw on thursday def. goes there somewhere - he was strapped down with wires like a metallic scarecrow, screaming into his amp and dancing like a polecat in the jazz scene of funny face. also dished - the young people, who i was told i'd like, at as220 - very ackward and non-experimental (aka, just like the decent little album) and the girl intimidating and or nervous, not really going for it like i admired as a recorded effort.

recent thoughts - a silence rock band (in opposition to noise rock, which is the opposition to music rock?), a band whose sole influence is 'baby's on fire' from here come the warm jets, the relative worth of indie pop???

also- lost in translation...coppola's high school sketch book/mix tape of daydream fantasies. a) make out with...bill murray? b) watch a traditional japanese wedding in a beautiful garden c) get kevin shields to write me new material for my dumb movie then use it as exit music

the world would be better for me if i didn't even know who larry t was