that was maybe the kicker stinger of this bummer of a roommate meeting that was upsetting in more ways than i want to detail now. just adding to my sudden impulse to move to ny immediately and take this job at caroline distro, but i won't, because it's not in actual fact that bad here, and as long as i continue to see my roommates as little as i've done these past 2 months, it shouldn't matter that they, apparently, hate me. right?

gaa. also, previously-perfect-purrer tigger just went to the bathroom on my futon (in the living room as the more respectable of the two couches, almost entirely unused these days.)

in the grand scheme this is a minor bummer, dude, but i'm going to be silly and run away now, even though i had been pleasantly anticipating un peu de solitude. so my intentions of updating y'all will have to wait, again, as the present once more takes precedence. but at least i put something new up (see, look down.) a lot of the story is in the movie sidecar anyway.

since this is already a downer post (and, good little thing, it's already making me feel better, can't you tell from my effuvescence? [and neolojisms]), let me tell you about one of the worst things that happened this week: the arcade fire, who i'll go ahead and call my favorite new band, performed a cover version of what i've recently concluded is my hands-down all-time for-now favorite song (as you'll see from my list when i get around to posting it), "naïve melody (this must be the place)", whose title i have a silly tendency to transpose… which should have been formidable!… but sadly… stunk … not because régine's steel pan interpolations weren't neato, or sarah's violin adaptation of the synth solos weren't spot on, or win did a bad job with the vocal (although it was a little weaker than befits a salute to my pal 'one of his heroes'), but because they used this goddamn annoying drummachine beat that totally undermined all the shoulda-been-nice things about their version, and made the whole thing sound totally idiotic. it was kinda crushing. but when i talked to richard after the set, all i could say was "that's my favorite song…" anyway. dave, if you haven't had yer interview yet, lambaste them about this ferme will you?

oh hell, and one of the best: gabe gabriel, my nüest friend, came over with his massive 60's-vintage amp and danelectro "spring king" and black strat and we played for what seemed like not so long but was apparently 5 hours, including several of his ripping surf originals, a couple of my vague notions, the obligatory bluesies, bossa, a troika of beach boys oldies, an extended churchy bit that somehow turned into the diVinyls without me noticing it, some yamaha-defying noise freakouts, and etc., and drank much maté. and it admittedly ended up with us listening to the allmans at the fillmore, but really it wasn't that kind of jam session i swear.

enough. i go.

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