where are we anyways?
so thom yorke is a prat. i'm not sure what he's trying to prove, but
he's moaning about the ecological damage caused by enormous rock tours...fair enough, jet planes and traffic jams are going to kill us all, but whats with this? :
"Tours would continue because others in the band did not feel as strongly, he said."
so quit the band then. have some backbone thom! put your money where your mouth is, or shut up! i'm pretty sure the guy could live in a financial comfort most of us don't even dream of never leaving the house again, let alone the country. fuck.
what else? i think i have a blister on my brain from yesterdays crazy volume, trying out with some crazy local rockers. if thats going to continue i should get a helmet!
i've been really digging television marquee moon again, i used to have that album but, well i don't anymore, so i downloaded a bunch of it. the highs are high, but yeah, i guess the lows, i mean guiding light sounds like a fucking van morrison filler track. screw that! but i'm loving friction as much as ever. maybe more. i want to do a cover of it, mixed with captain beefhearts hothead... pretty much the exact same riff.
SHES A HOBO BY A TOASTER !!!
damn i think that record is at leah's house. and she doesn't even have a telephone! grrrrr.
HOT HEAD, HOT HEAD,
HOT HEAD...
yeah i think some song by one of those neo-new wavers like franz furrnads or somebody also uses the same riff... well hey, its a good riff!
yeah okay i have to get to fucking work or i'll never finish and never get paid and if i never get paid i'll never get back to b.c. to visit! and then i really will have to start punching myself in the head.