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it's 11:54....i'm pretty sure it's too late to catch YUKON at the lemp arts center. of course, i shall catch them next time, and anyway, last time i was at the lemp i was cornered into a conversation by the proprietor, a conversation utterly beneath him in terms of local scene backbiting, cattiness and pathetic, anticonstructive critique. usually i can go there and have illuminating conversation, or at least enjoy myself knowing my intellect is being taken on its right terms. lately there have been ups and downs, the ups making me reminiscent, the downs making me wonder how accurate the more childish critics of the place are when they call it the "limp cock center" and refer to its mathyrocking sausagefests. both sides of the issue are silly. it's music, even merely music, and i take it on the level best suited for myself. (assumedly, fair readers of this blog---skimming over this paragraph though they are---know where i stand in the enjoyment of musics.) hopefully when i revisit the place, it will be the LNAC i've always felt so highly of, catering to and run by genuinely good, caring, and most of all stimulating human beings.
i don't know where that rant came from. i was just going to leave it at the first sentence. go figure. entries like that insure someday this will no longer be a public blog.
speaking of strange places, the funky local institution STLPunk has its webpage back up. the site it more fun than a barrel of monkeys (or more accurately, scenesters), and a great place to get a restraining order. for people who drink alone and have nothing better to do, this site is a cure for your friday nights.
today, a five-star horoscope day if ever there was one, involved a deeply romantic relationship with the warm (!) weather and the usual drawing-osities, plus a visit to the library-sized store known as the record exchange. its classical music section is basically 50 square feet of unsorted boxes, some still sealed, all on vinyl older than my dad. none of it priced. it makes for a fun afternoon to sort through (since, somehow, every time i visit it's all different), and literally sort: those boxes are heavy and stacked four-plus deep.
anywho, i made out with some obscure erik satie LPs, berg's "lulu" opera in its entirety, some wack-o schoenberg boxset with pasted-on expressionist cover art, and other stuffz.
which reminds me: someday i'm going to do an adaptation of the lulu saga, except rendered in freezerburny form. look for it in the fall of 2049.
i don't know where that rant came from. i was just going to leave it at the first sentence. go figure. entries like that insure someday this will no longer be a public blog.
speaking of strange places, the funky local institution STLPunk has its webpage back up. the site it more fun than a barrel of monkeys (or more accurately, scenesters), and a great place to get a restraining order. for people who drink alone and have nothing better to do, this site is a cure for your friday nights.
today, a five-star horoscope day if ever there was one, involved a deeply romantic relationship with the warm (!) weather and the usual drawing-osities, plus a visit to the library-sized store known as the record exchange. its classical music section is basically 50 square feet of unsorted boxes, some still sealed, all on vinyl older than my dad. none of it priced. it makes for a fun afternoon to sort through (since, somehow, every time i visit it's all different), and literally sort: those boxes are heavy and stacked four-plus deep.
anywho, i made out with some obscure erik satie LPs, berg's "lulu" opera in its entirety, some wack-o schoenberg boxset with pasted-on expressionist cover art, and other stuffz.
which reminds me: someday i'm going to do an adaptation of the lulu saga, except rendered in freezerburny form. look for it in the fall of 2049.