said the press release for the new Ricardo Villalobos triple EP. the other side contains melty prose from my favorite critic bois of microhouse - how could this thing go wrong? curious warping mindnumbing (ir)regularity, snapping why-is-it-so-pert bass (like you snap the string when you meant to be smoooth, bass players, dig?), trippy guitars emulating harp patterns, sprinked chance of strings repeated as technique (god that opener, "hireklon").

on my desk right now: chocolate bar, pile of Christina CDs, the book 'griffin & sabin' which someone said 'don't read it' because i'm making a little creative writing postcard project (lemme know if you want one, i'll make you one if you send me a love letter), my crapped out first generation ibook (negative value), ipod, tea cup.

had a visit from my roommate from providence, which was lovely and life affirming. we sat in my bed and talked almost all day. who does this anymore? good times. next week she's coming back so that we can make a zine celebrating regional foods. hit me if you've got a delightful dish i wouldn't know - time is running out!

am going to CMJ MUSIC MARATHON/DEATH MARCH (title lifted from C. Brooks, who used the term to describe our hellish IKEA trip last week. Lindenberries be damned, I shall never buy legs seperately again!)