Saturday I went to this:
And good music was had.
And I finally finished this book:
which led me to this interesting
Oscar Wilde quote:
"
Is criticism really a creative art? Why should it not be? It works with materials and puts them into a form that is at once new and delightful. What more can one say of poetry?"
but as a whole
Jim DeRogatis' biography, though a good mix of Bangsian adventures and rock criticism history, didn't hit anywhere near as viscouspretty as the real thing:
In the bitching and moaning department:
It's been 81 days since I've had a day off. In the next 37 days I will have 1.5 days off. And then like a goddamn magical unicorn resting on a heavenly cloud of pink, glittering doves...
ROADTRIP!!! Fuck and yes.
37 days.