I managed to actually leave the house and go to a show last night and finally saw Skinny Puppy for the first time in my life. While waiting for them to take the stage, they played Ministry's "Stigmata" and I flashed back to a day, probably in 1991, when I had just bought Ministry's "Land of Rape and Honey" and Skinny Puppy's "Too Dark Park" and ( Read more... )

Came away with a good haul of vinyl yesterday. Tom Waits (Blood Money, Bounced Checks); Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66 (Equinox); Beach Boys (Mono 180g remastering of Pet Sounds. Best sounding edition of Pet Sounds that I've heard); and Government Alpha (Alphaville. Kick ass Japanese harsh noise).

Also picked up the new remastered Beatles White Album. ( Read more... )

Dreamt of spectacular and dirty art deco cities and was happy.

Man, so far it's been a rough Fall, except for one really really good day. The rest has been mostly oblivion.

I'm lapsing into a spectacular food coma. Absolutely spectacular (almost*) perfect sunday coma. (* marred only by the Steelers loss, but a Lions victory and frighteningly awesome victories by Ravens and the surprising Jets nearly make up for that). Great football, great food, great beer, great weather, great company. What more can be desired ( Read more... )

Oh holy hell, the madness of recent dreams (which have been particularly vivid as of late). Beautiful and vicious, packed with intensity and detail. Never do I recall so many autonomous extras. But it's proper as the dreams went into stylized variations of NYC subways and up to street level to great architectures of dystopian high rises next to ( Read more... )

fight test! (verifying XJournal is still working)

it's amazing how even the thought of The Urban Lounge can fill me with sickness and dread. yet I have get to play there tomorrow night.

Starting to feel closer to the kind of precepice (and drop) that defined 2004. Except without the accompanying highs and heights that preceeded that years disintegration.

Van dammit. Friday, again, already.