Sunday, May 08, 2005

At Present

There's a vaguely OK sort-of jazz band playing in the kitchen of the apartment downstairs right now.
There's a small group of people there.
A guy just walked down the street, and left his car in the righthand corner of the intersection with the flashers on while he did whatever he did.
The Kitty is spending her first night at my place here in San Francisco.

I'm playing FannyPack's "718" right now.
It just switched over to De-Phazz's "Jim The Jinn"

It was a schizophrenic night DJing tonight at ye olde Slanted Door. Still good though.

The girl who lives below me, her name is Michelle and she's 38 and bottle blonde, like me, except i'm not 38, and we had an awkward introduction.
of course, this is the woman who pounded on the ceiling complaining when i came in one Sunday night/Monday morning at about 2 a.m.

Apparently the Police were just here to complain about loud music.
Hmm, i doubt it's my music i'm cranking right now with my windows open.
But you know, some people are trippers.
people will trip.

(the song i'm listening to right now needs to have its lyrics written down)

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life.
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.

Blackbird, fly (x4)

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
all your life.
you were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird, fly (x4)

You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
Blackbird, fly.
Blackbird, fly.
Into the light of the dark black night...

Carry On.

Blackbird, fly. (x4)
Into the light of the dark black night...


A couple walking down the street just now just looked up at me, apparently because my two computer speakers are in my open window and i'm typing somewhat (but not really) oblivious to the fact that people can see me.


I hear vague whispers and girls talking.
I am thinking it's coming from the apartment next to me, but i feel weird when i look over into their place and get caught because they're looking back at me.

Cuz it's clear when i'm gawking my head out of my apartment that i'm looking at the people next door when they catch me.
of course, it's especially uncomfortable when you have the window of your bathroom open and you can get a clear eyesight view of another person in the building next to you when you're peeing.

TMI ALERT: speaking bathroom smelled of cabbage earlier. just like the cabbage water that Charle Bucket laments over in 'Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory." Bullets should be flying through brains soon.

a brain.
a fake brain.
a non-brain.
a faux brain.

OK, now i'm going to get up and look over into the next apartment now and see what happens.

get ready.

hmmm, i caught a glimpse of a curly-haired girl staring at something.
another girl was smoking what looked like a glass bong earlier.
i will alert the authorities, as soon as i'm mentally stable that is.

fuck america, let's be taiwan.
let's active.
fucking let's active.
what the hell kind of band name is that.

sexual healing.
secular mauling.

hotshot yearning.
for pod people.

and fuckchains.

fuck more americans.

fuck you pigfucker who is annoyed.
fuck you.
fuck your sister and my elephantine giraffe replica.

The Kitty is fast asleep.
or maybe it's the devil weed talking.
catnip, that's what i'm talking about.

Boards of Canada fucking rules.

That's it.

There's no follow-up.
Boards of Canada is everything.

obsessed i am about the BOC.

i saw my first ever BOC shirt at Coachella last weekend.

i was underwhelmed.

by the shirt.
not BOC.

that makes me think...i need to go back to the Audium.
That was aurally amazing.

Boards of canada makes me think of my late 70s childhood, a simple time of watching films in class that were treacly and off.

Boards of canadas makes sounds that make me feel good.

Ha, a girl told me tonight i have good taste in music.
the same girl who pounded on her ceiling/my floor before.

i'm aware that the cops were called about a noisy disturbance earlier.
but i feel like people like my musical commentary.
obviously the girl downstairs does.
so, noisy disturbances, be damned.

i have a new mix.
i'm listening to it now.

it's fucking good.
how many people can say that?
yeah i'm fucking aware of me.

who else is going to be?
someone has to play cheerleader.

a cab just rolled by with a giant flickering toteboard atop his roof. advertising that wasn't working.
i'm sure he'll still get paid for that though.

now listening to boards of canada remixing Slag Boom Van Loom, "poppy seed."

A SF cop just rolled by slo000w----ly.
it's currently 2:15 a.m. and some change.

sexual chocolate.

a police officer.
they are going to put bullets into our brains.

i need for people to recognize.
it will happen now.
it is happening.

confidence is a virtue.

fuck the children. they are dead.
the children don't mean shit.

people are fucking right now.
you know they are. despite wanting to refute.

fuck you pissant complainer bitch.
this thneed is tasty.

you grandma dyes her hair and you know it and you won't admit it to your peers.

your peers suck.

donkey smegma.

broker/dealer is fucking good.

a car just drove by quite fast.

i bought a ketel 1 and club soda earlier.
drinking it.
the bars are closed. there is no more tonight. tonight is the afterparty.

don't you wish you could timetravel?
i do. i wish i could all the time.

Loretta Lynn sure is cute for a 70-something chick.
"High On A Mountain Top" is the song in the ear.

there are people walking on the street right now that are looking at me. probably because i'm cranking Loretta Lynn right now.
apparently, this mix is made for two people.

go loretta, honey
'folks up here know what they got,
I ain't comin' down, oh never i'm not'

loretta lynn rocks hardcore.
i still remember 'coal miner's daughter' and that shit was fucking tight.
you know what i'm saying.
loretta had to deal with hella shit back in the day.

stinkshit and then.

ladytron is on.
i recall running into the asian dude from ladytron in some random bathroom in a club in montreal a few years ago.
good times.
i actually played some ladytron, 'evil', at slanted door earlier this evening.
hardee har har.

i could use a snack.

the kitty is tired.
this must end at some point.
i could use more food.

wonder what's open now?


2:32 a.m.
one minute after finishing the previous post, despite the time.

i remember jon matthysse, who became jon dunbar, and somehow, different.
i recall being in his living room one time in the '80s. i went to school with him. he was very tall. i was not very tall.
somehow i kept running into him. not sure why. similar interests.
dunbar was not as good of a name.
sounded dumber.
if you have the option to choose your last name, you might as well base it predominantly on phonetics.
i mean, that's an ideal but why not.

"Cracked LCD" by Ladytron is playing. fucking hot.
cracked lcd. now there's a song title.

tonight at slanted door this guy asked me if i had any Beatles.
a rather rare request, in any circumstance.
i have Beatles remixes.
but 'they weren't his songs.'
oh well, sorry dude.

people have wierd interactions with DJs.
it's interesting being in that position and trying to get a handle on what people are trying to say and what they're actually saying.

there was this group of really loud people that were there earlier.
they were annoying. they were blocking my directional view.
to the bar.
some nights are good, some are just ok.
last night was between ok and good.

i'm getting sleepy.

ok, it is finished. as jesus said.

perpetua jngle love.

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