i was a dreamcatcher hanging in the window of a minivan parked along the water's edge.
1. Beach House - 10 Mile Stereo
2. Wolf Parade - Cloud Shadow On The Moon
3. Joy Division - Transmission
4. Cage The Elephant - Tiny Little Robots
5. Ólafur Arnalds - 3704 3837
6. Titus Andronicus - Titus Andronicus
7. LCD Soundsystem - Losing My Edge
8. Miles Fisher - This Must Be The Place
9. Radiohead - Polyethylene
10. Caribou - Found Out
11. LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean
12. Gorillaz - Empire Ants
13. Fever Ray - When I Grow Up
14. Titus Andronicus - Old Friends And New
15. Girls - Hellhole Ratrace
16. Elvis Costello - Alison
Accompanied by a booklet contrived from magazine cutouts, drunken scribblings/scrawlings, newspaper and oil pastel. And, I guess, ballpoint pen, magic marker, pencil. And of course lighter fluid/ash. And a pack of cigarettes. All of which convey the message (in no subtle terms) "No more cigarettes. No more having sex. No more drinking 'til you fall on the floor. No more indie rock. Just a ticking clock." CD jacket = sleeve of Fats Waller's 1943 album 'Last Testament'. (Record included in the package!)
So that's what I did tonight. Other things I did include:
-Considered the stars.
-Finished 'The Great Gatsby' for the sixth or seventh time.
-Had some tears (slightly [see above]).
-Read 'The Wasteland' for perhaps the fiftieth time.
-Watched 'Alice in Wonderland' with my parents.
-Found myself grateful to have friends (hopefully) receptive of my wildly erratic music behavior.
-Stayed up too late for work at 8:30 (Well, not yet, this is anticipatory... I'm on the front porch with a beer and a cigarette and we know that one begets another etc and the porch is just so nice...)
Monday I acquired food poisoning for the first time, from BK. That was charming. Um... News news news. I don't drink (to excess) nearly as often as I used to. Nor do I smoke as often.
Everything is quiet, and I have read more books so far in the month of June than I read in the rest of 2010. They are/were: 'Bright Shiny Morning' by James Frey (****1/2), 'Trash' by Dorothy Allison (***1/2), 'A Good Man Is Hard To Find' by Flannery O'Connor (****), & 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald (*******~). The previous two months were taken up by my slow reading of 'The Human Stain' by Philip Roth (*****). It was arduous, due to the subject matter, ranging from race, social acceptability, ageism, and the Clinton administration... But I'm glad I read it. I mean. I haven't not been glad to have read a book for maybe six years. Granted, there are probably 5 books I could/did not complete in those six years...
Anyway, guys, moral of the story is, I am less wild, more happy, more rabidly discontent (re: job [but I'm looking for a new one! After five {FIVE!} years in the same goddamn place]) than ever before. I don't update often anymore, so, forgive the verbosity. I am losing my edge. I am losing my edge.