i realized that i compulsively make mixtapes that i have no intention of listening to in order to cure loneliness/restlessness. just earlier, i had to stop myself before i got too deep into one. i guess it’s better than some habits, but dammit, i recorded over a tape that i really liked (hush arbors and wooden wand backed with blues recordings from the early 1900s). so now i’m chilling the fuck out with a jar of coffee from the excellent new french press. i’d call that a wictory.

so if you go to shady pines this friday you just might see the live debut of a very special certain secret band, in the surprise fashion. or you might just see tacocat. either way, it sounds like fun, no?

i’m back at the tw thing! yeah! all because of my dear old tribe’s second coming. feels good to be back, baby.

gotta say i’m loving this cold, rainy weather quite a lot. feels like home again, y’know? i mean, the other day i wore a scar, for chrissakes.

extra special internet birthday recogniztion to the cordis. she is eighteen and most definitely fresh (i don’t know what that means).

so, i’ve got maybe half a ck album written, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to squeeze it out before i move away. it’d be nice to be able to do that, it would rally be nice.

currently ruling the turntable are some old friends from way back when: sabbath, zeppelin, hendrix, bowie, modern lovers. you know. sometimes that’s how it’s gotta be.

oh yeah btw last trains tonight at tiny’s