tuesday september 18 2001    |    6:03 p.m.

that's what i did. saturday at poplife for the machete show, lots of beer in a gas station parking lot with patrick, then back to the britpop room to dance the past week away. it was very good. both grounding and escapist.

i would like to say that i was surprised with the best song i've heard in my scant 22 years. would like to, but i'm not sure it would be true. still: to want to say it means a lot. it was called "lionel." machete, still blowing my mind, every time.

just a few days ago i went through a furor of malfunkshun and mother love bone, a little bit for comfort and a little bit because of the fall i think. today the latter reappeared here. like a wink.

justin (of machete) kind of reminds me of andrew wood actually, as a performer, the wildness, the intensity, although justin's is more focused, and he's an infinitely better guitar player than andrew ever was. justin with the guitar: like scratching an itch.

today sigur rós, the for carnation, radiohead. amnesiac better every time i hear it.

maybe better to talk about things like these while we huddle and wait. things that are still good and still making us feel like human beings.

i've been spending way way way too much time sleeping. and i still feel like i'm not getting enough sleep. it's addictive because lately it's a better place to be. to quote prince out of context, in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld. in this life, you're on your own.

i'm not being morbid. i imagine prince's afterworld to be his paisley park. which hopefully bears little aesthetic resemblance to purple rain (what a horrible movie).

anyway. the faint this weekend. cat power in november. good things. good things.