ten pm, about to go see the new matrix movie, yay!

today i cleaned out my desk, pouring all the promos and bullshit into my bag, along w/ whatever office supplies caught my eye, of course. probably the only thing that i got out of my terrible job was a better understanding of curtis mayfield and stevie wonder, courteousy of my boss's husband, who seemed to own every CD in the world but is simultaniously not really allowed to listen to music in the house. i have never in my life been in a place with so much unhappy sound and i am so glad to be gone.

tomorrow i am picking up jack ashford from motown's funk brothers from the airport for the 'standing in the shadows of motown' gig we're doing on sunday. what the hell do i say to a guy who played the vibes on every motown song, and played on 'what's going on' especially? like 'hi, mr. ashford, you're the coolest person my parents age who still seems to be alive' totally weird.

on my stereo:

go go go airheart 'love my life...hate my friends' which is like the best parts of the make up w/o the bs politics. the recording itself is scratchy and comes up after songs start, very amatuerish, but rules in a timeless, fun but surprisingly dense way. whatever, it fucking rules.

ugly duckling. some cali white boy hip hop group who supposedly sound like early de la but just sound like a bunch of lame kids making a concept album about a mythical fast food chain called 'meatshake' and their unfortunate franchise across the street from the veggie hut.

annoying joke band list:

1. atom and his package

2. dan the automator

3. gravy train

4. momus

5. prince paul

shit, my ride's here. there's a funny picture of dave friedman (flaming lips/mogwai/longwave/ etc etc producer who lives in fairy land, upstate ny) in the new rolling stone which looks strangely like my ex-boyfriend. so weird to know all about someone w/o knowing what they look like and then they look like someone you know. was reading 'the women of motown' oral history book and one of the ladies was talking about how motown women were interchangeble in the early days because no one knew what any of them looked like. what a concept - pop without a face.