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“willie the pimp” from Zappa’s “Hot Rats” album, which I first bought in DC when I lived there with my dad. I loved the feeling of walking down the streets with the cherry blossoms still gleaming white and the heat coming down hard. Awesome guitar solo and Captain Beefheart singing. HOT BEEF! HOT RATS! WOO-WOO-WOOT!

A slide to x 0 11 x x x

d 2-11-9-11- chord x 0 11 9 9 x
a 0–0-0–0-

x 0 7 7 7 x x cascade on the e and b strings :
e 10 8 7
b ——–10 8 7
g —————–9

then E (VII) then D (V) chords then i don’t know

F#m?

The weather’s been gorgeous lately. Yesterday as I left work in the afternoon, the breeze was just perfect, the sky was the light blue filled with perfect white clouds and just to the south the moon was visible even though it was still daylight. Windy days used to remind me of being in love in school, climbing the hills and smoking, listening to tori and ministry and singing the cure. Now it just reminds me of itself. “What do fish remind you of?” “Other fish.”

2 boar, very hot, hunting from a swamp buggy is different from hunting on the ground, especially with dogs that will NOT still worrying the boar…also: perfect weather, remember to compare and contrast the still hour of 4am when coming to it by staying up or coming to it by /waking/ up, that country music can be considered just about anything and that gator meat smells fetid.

2nd performance at the whauses; didn’t actually play guitar but did live video while bunny ran off to drink beer and whatever else and dj ipod dropped aphex and autechre next to nicole mixing in wicked shit with the chaos pad. nel and her boyfriend showed up; this one is normal-ish and apparently not bad for her. which is a refreshing change. saw solo, life’s been rough lately looks like, but he’s still hanging on. motherfucker escaped his country on horseback, so playa can take the hits i guess. i kept getting “who’s got the happy bag” cos the little green bag was next to me and i didn’t even know it. dude standing next to me going “whoa” and giggling in a disturbing way for like 15 minutes while i faded the video in and out and fluttered the nature footage.

best Saturday ever? in the last 24 hours, I have:

• played a show with olde friendes (see previous entry)
• seen the new harry potter movie (shut up)
• gotten drunk dialed by saltdog again at 4 in the afternoon, who hung up on me while telling his girl “hey you wanna have hogwarts sex? i got my magic wand…”
• gone to a morrissey show with laura squirt; despite getting lost (twice) and the long ass drive it was so fucking worth it. They played “please please please let me get what i want” and “the boy with the thorn in his side” and “girlfriend in a coma”. also, it was like a guitar-porn orgy up there: gretsch’s, tele’s (fat and classic), hollowbodies, a firebird (during “how soon is now?”), some custom strat-style thing with a hole in the headstock (maybe alternate tuning system? boz boorer beat the fuck out of it. heard two new songs “all you need is me” and “that’s how people grow up” which were great and had a lot of really dry humor.
• speaking of the show, i walked in and stood in the aisle for like 2 seconds and got a slap on the arm: it was nelly and savina (and savina’s Mr, first i meet him) who I haven’t seen in forever and ever (literally: savi now has 2 kids and last i saw her she was preggers with the first. who is now 7 years old. nelly is still crazy. loveable, sweet, still hunched over and a lot more tattoo’d, but crazy as fuck.)
• long phone convo and plans to hang tomorrow with litltrublgrl

Best part of the moz show: everyone, absolutely everyone in the audience singing along to “girlfriend in a coma”. A sense of maybe not unity but a general “yeah we’re all here and having fun”. Of course, 30 minutes later the boorish drunks started getting annoying…

I miss you too. If you’d been able to see me as a person, we’d still be friends.

Happy independence day.

so, bass. yeah. haven’t played in a rock band in so long, it feels really nice. they are indeed a good group. we are a good group. very individual each of us, likeable and worth knowing. the songs have some very specific parts but are in general kind of open — just basic “these are the chords, this is the melody…321GO”. Show on friday which I was going to have to miss due to Orlando, but now maybe I can play on Friday…things are still up in the air vis-a-vis that. i find myself thinking of my conversation with johann hz about the bass and the deepness of it. i love that one really low note with it’s overtones, just fills out a room, harmonically. My A-string was weak on the open note, I don’t know if that was the pickups on the P-bass fucking up (they are 20 years old…) or the amp’s EQ cutting that A440 out.

Found out who the CD is dedicated to; friend of Davis’ who went into a coma and died. Reminded me of Injun Joe; Eden told me after Joe got into his coma from getting hit by the semi on his motorcycle that his girlfriend at the time tried to talk to him and stuff — he was in a coma for like 2 years — and he would cry when she put headphones on him and played him his fave song by Dead Can Dance. Such a good kid. Death at random is just…I don’t know, kind of insulting. I mean, it really drives home the point that you’re just another animal alive at the whim of chance and on the sufferance of circumstance.

My Bloody Valentine’s “Loveless” is the most intense music to have sex to, ever. 4 days later and I still have a headache. I can’t describe it more than to say it’s a lot of overwhelming, and it made me feel every single moment in slow motion. Beats Acid Mother Temple’s “La Novia” and Miles’ “Kind of Blue” hands-down. The tantric breathing might have helped, though. cf: convo w/ lisbert w/r/t the french calling the orgasm “the little death” circa 97? before our big falling out ages ago.

I saved my cousin Veronica’s life when I was 9 and she was i want to say 5; pulled her out of the pool by her hair. Hans, Tio Mel’s Shepherd, just standing there, Michelle confused and screaming. Tio Mel going WTFWTF and he pulled her out of the water. I don’t know why summer reminds me of that.

Dream: 8jun07 high school classrooms, the hall next to the band room, one of the piano labs is now a business office and ex-co-workers are there telling me how much they miss my company¹. Leave and into hallway B walks fast and pointedly does not make eye contact with me; i can feel the fury in her movements. Amusingly everyone is dressed in Victorian clothing. There’s something about cars — a trans am? something like that — and a double bass is involved somewhere. Something weird about geometry in the dream, spatial relationships — walls, floors, hallways etc — keep shifting. It’s off-putting. I wake confused.

Birthdays past and birthdays coming up…must remember to remember. Or something.

Segue: Nikola Tesla, synesthete, genius and all around weirdo has been on my mind of late.²

¹ Actually this is correct. Vij has lamented to me how it’s no fun anymore, whereas most everyone else is all “so things are better without D around, eh?” No one really appreciates the curative powers of levity; my main function those last weeks was keeping V from hating the job as much as I did.

² That’s a snippet from some show. Full show is here: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4

I went to the postsecret exhibit in the Design District in Miami today. Lots of very moving postcards, some more than others.

It was really neat seeing a whole bunch lined up, the handwriting on them, so beautiful and sad and happy.