the dollar store near my house put out boxes on tuesday night, in the middle of the second dusting of snow that has rendered new york city a wasteland of rock barriers, deadly slushfilled footpathes and battle of wills one lane bridge chicken (why why why am i stuck behind the doddling cute old man on the sidewalk with only a 1.5 foot clearance, why?). they put out ten perfect, wonderful hawaiian punch (fruit juicy red) boxes that fix four stacks of 25 CDs perfectly - the automation of all things means that the HP and the CD are interchangable (what would hawaiian punch sound like? prolly like hi-standard, whose cover of 'california dreamin' on the fat wreck chords comp 1996 still stands in my mind as like, the sond about how i feel about the beach). anyway, god, the interchangability of CDs and the HP has made packing the deleriously delightful and wonderful 'yes i am moving and it's going to be AWEEESOME and what color should i paint my room?!?' experience that it should be, or rather will be until sunday when i have to uhaul my garbage and trek it through said brutal footpathes and up the flights. so goes the urban nomad looking for a perm. place.
am going to see bright eyes tomorrow in philly at the academy of music, a beautiful philadephia institution that used to house the symphony until they moved to the teched out Kimmel Center. ahh, bright eyes, poster child, great white hope, clear channel cruisader, prolific child genius, blah blah blah blah blah. i imagine the show will be mostly like make out club jersey girls and their blue hoodie boyfriends, singalongs no doubt. me, i'm a 20 percent fan and a 100 lover of the spectacle plus support and encourage promoter Sean Agnew's assent into the big time venue. Yay! Punk dude makes good! then going to the illustrious, ever hilarious indie rock fever that is Making Time, where DFA1979 was supposed to play, but i hear rumors that it isn't happenin'. whatever. philly.
in packing, was listening to the new alasdair roberts, (appendix out) super drone dark british folkie stuff in the vein of current 93 which i never ever had tolerance for but might, after having listened to C93 for too long on my ipod in the 'this makes me laugh out loud on the subway because no one knows about the absurd things being whispered in my ears while i'm sitting next to them' dept., i am now properly tuned to liking. the molly bawn track, about a lover who murders the most fair maiden in the land, reminds me of Tibet's "Tamlin" with that funny narrative voice and all the characters taking different voices. Ya, it's a little theater kid-y (kid-a?) but, like, spooky theater kid.
