last night i went with the posse to see fennesz and keith rowe at MIT, a "non-event" that seems to have been 'curated' instead of 'booked,' if you know what i mean. all tomorrow's parties ruined that word. rowe's set was hard for me to get in to with its base of machine hum, snips of stolen radio, weird surging cut outs of sound after sharp crescendos. fennesz slayed me in 01 with Endless Summer, and I was not disappointed with his revisiting of that mood in two segments of his set, just absolutely huge, heartbreaking sheets of distortion sculpted and beat up (har har, intended double).... reminding me of a conversation i had with luke that same day about how frustrating it is that you can listen to one record or all your records, or all the records in the world together in one lifetime, but each decision you make means you're not making the other decisions, and something is lost in the choice. he said 'or, you could just listen to the first sample of one CD forever...i kind of think that's what heaven is like,' which i didn't really understand but then POW fennesz just make it happen for me. and...he's so dreamy, he made my friend josh exclaim that which is the title of this post. also, fennesz looks like boris karloff a little, when the lights are low. (but he doesn't look like nick cave. no one does). it was kind of lovely and kind of ridiculous, this concert.

also kind of lovely: my first piece for the Village Voice is out today.

also kind of ridiculous: air guitar championships