"I can't make my moods match the weather."

[greygirlbeast]

Saturday, David Lamb of Brown Bird died. We got the news yesterday evening. He'd been seriously ill since last spring. The band brought Kathryn and I enormous joy. Brown Bird was one of the few things that could, pretty much without fail, get me to leave the House. In one of those fucked up wrinkles in fate, we first saw David and MorganEve play

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[setsuled]

Saturday, David Lamb of Brown Bird died.

I wasn't familiar with their music until I saw Spooky's post last night. I liked it, I'm sorry to hear he's gone.

I'm a bloody raw scrap of brain. I'm smoking a catastrophic amount of marijuana. I haven't used weed like this since, probably, 1996.

A "bloody raw scrap of brain" is a pretty vivid description.

[greygirlbeast]

A "bloody raw scrap of brain" is a pretty vivid description.

It's a pretty vivid sensation, too.

[handful_ofdust]

I'm so sorry. I started listening to Brown Bird entirely because of you, and they've helped me perform some nice bits of mental alchemy since. It's always awful to know there's not going to be any more of something you love, even beyond the simple fact of mourning for the actual human being who produced said thing.

The Snows! Very much looking forward to this. I don't know if I've told you so, but for books I know you don't enjoy writing very much, the Quinn stories are giving me a whole lot of pure pulpy pleasure.

[greygirlbeast]

I started listening to Brown Bird entirely because of you,

Then there's one good thing I've done.

[cliffs_end]

For a Johnny-come-lately like me it's still some time in 2005 (you're just putting the finishing touched to 'To Charles Fort, With Love'). I've read from the beginning of the Low Red Moon journal to that point in about three weeks. I think it might be time to slow down a little, now that it's about to become a finite resource.

Brown Bird I don't know, but I have been following some of your much earlier music recommendations (how I'd managed to never hear the Dresden Dolls I'll never know), so I will give them a listen, too. Better late than never, I suppose.

[greygirlbeast]

For a Johnny-come-lately like me it's still some time in 2005 (you're just putting the finishing touched to 'To Charles Fort, With Love'). I've read from the beginning of the Low Red Moon journal to that point in about three weeks. I think it might be time to slow down a little, now that it's about to become a finite resource.

It sort of blows my mind to imagine someone reading this journal, start to finish. There must be some embarrassing stuff in there.

[cliffs_end]

Actually, there's very little that has made me wish I wasn't reading it, which is highly unusual for an on-line journal in my experience. I started reading the whole thing with some misgivings about nosiness and voyeurism, and at first it was largely an exercise in research for that bibliography I'm working on. But very quickly it became engaging just of itself. Because I read the new entries as they come, and the old entries over lunch, there is this rather odd situation of there being two quite different versions of you talking simultaneously. I'm looking forward to finding out how the one became the other.

There has been a great deal in there that I wouldn't have wanted to miss. One of the stand-out moments so far has been the all-hands-on-deck stop-everything way that your life swerved for a while when 'Farscape' was cancelled. Would that everyone showed that much commitment to the things they cared about.

[ext_2361926]

Best of luck on finishing Cherry Bomb-looking forward to it. As others have said, I'm really going to miss your daily entries. :(

[docbrite]

If not for weed, I'm sure I would be dead several times over. More power to you.

[greygirlbeast]

It's a lifesaver right now, helping with stress and pain. When this infernal book is done, I'm telling myself I'll cut back.

[chris_walsh]

Trite, but true: I'm glad the both of you are still here.

I want to say "Don't get good at dying: there's better stuff to get good at," but shit, that's trite, too.

Anyway. *offers up a fist-bump and/or hugs, depending on your mood*