by zappo Fri May 10, 2024 11:18 am
I'm not dead, but they did do surgery on my balls and, to be quite fucking honest, I've been more comfortable than I am right now.
Going to a movie and then drinks with Paves, my new old lady, and my friends (some things have happened in my life in recent years, lol) film critic Jonathan Rosenbaum and filmmaker Jon Jost, tomorrow night. Saw Bill Orcutt's new ensemble playing extremely Brancaphilic guitar compositions and improvisations, last week, with Paves at Constellation. There was a dude in the crowd who had to have been related to Kurt Vile, and the opener played modern-classical guitar versions of songs originally written or performed by Beefheart, Alice Coltrane, Fred Rogers, D Boon (lol), and others. Marshall Stacks is alive and Steve Albini is dead. Who could've seen this coming? Fuck.