Tuesday, February 26
Come to think of it, as busy as this week was, I spent a good long chunk of time on Tuesday doing not much of significance. I filed some CDs, listened to a few more, and what-all. Joel found out that he got his long-sought factotumship at TASP for this summer, which means he'll be in Ithaca (but not the Apple), so to celebrate I thought I would pull out Punch the Clock, his next assignment after devouring IbMePdErRoIoAmLlast week. Funny enough, it wasn't in the case, but a BMG copy of ATUB was - not mine, because that was in its right case. I checked with Raedownstairs, to whom I had lent PtC earlier, but she was really mystified as I was (pointed out Merritt article in the NYTMag, concocted elaborate explanatory theories). So I played Joel some of Goodbye Cruel "Congratulations, you've just purchased our worst album!" World instead, which was better than I had remembered, perhaps because of the expectations thing. Stupefying to think he could have done that relative tripe wedged between Bedroom and King like that. Nori and Alyssa made clever mushroom/spinach/ricotta lasagna.
I did go to campus to practice for a while, stopped by the triplet to find nothing much going on. Talked with Rae for a while, about food, philosophy, architecture, why sophomore year is the best year (later refuted), travelling mindset, Matt Rubin and Erik Osheim (neither of whom she knows - Renee came in and lauded the former, whom she had just met), whether cockiness can be internal. This was the night of the ediths conversation, not the other one.
please don't put your life in the hands
of a rock and roll band
who'll throw it all away