saturday february 17 2001    |    7:45 p.m.

things are looking ever so slightly better today, as things will. my darling john's new album was in the bookstore when i went in to put in an order for brainiac, but not for long: it is now playing on my little wal-mart radio. the album is called to record only water for ten days and i suppose it's like putting his old drug-addled 4-track recordings through the warner brothers filter. it's still beautiful. in fact, it's gorgeous. that's all it takes to make me happy. i don't ask for much.

the internet was being screwy in the computer lab and it seems to work fine in my room, so maybe i'll try out the job search from here and just put up with this old slow machine. the old man with the bookstore bag companion (you know who i'm talking about) was in the computer lab trying to look up his daily news and we had a little troubleshooting chat. he is a cute cute cute old man. i wanted to take him out for coffee and just talk to him. being surrounded by the 17-22 age group day in and day out drives me crazy, and of course these kids are too preoccupied with their beer runs and frat parties to stop and talk to people, it's like that scene from the time machine in here sometimes, a little bubble filled with oblivious unassuming big kids, traveling vacantly from here to there and back again.

track six is a little techno-scary. i could really deal without the synthesizers. what is it with these bands injecting all this synthesized shit into their rocknroll? it worked fine with u2, but john frusciante really doesn't need these cheesy "hooked on classics" arrangements, he really doesn't. bleh. it's good though. really. it makes sense. it sounds good. it shouldn't stop you from buying the album.

yeah.

over&out.