December 16, 2011
Music post 2011

ON ROTATION

Please recommend records to me! Primary 2011 rotations/associations were:

Alvin Lucier “I Am Sitting in a Room”
On loop taking a nap on the floor in my closet in September

Bin Series podcast
Drinking coffee in my yard 

Blues Control & Laraaji “FRKWYS Vol. 8”
This sounds like every other Blues Control record (totally perfect dubbed and smoked-out love-in drift music with surprising groovy/jammy parts) but with an old italian guy laughing softly over some parts(!!)

Can’t “Can’t vs. The World”
When will Can’t play again

Count Ossie & the Mystic Revelation of Rastafari “Tales of Mozambique”
Me and Jeff painting blackboards in the June sun listening to this on the camp PA with the reverb turned up

Cut Hands “Fact Mix #283”
Cooking at SKF’s house 

DJ FUNK “Booty House Anthems V. 1”
Ghetto Division “XLR8R podcast March 4th 2010”
Dirt Palace Window October headphones

Georgio Moroder “From Here to Eternity”
Driving to Beavertail in May in Natalja’s van

Jacob Berendes “Crypt of Everything”
Advertise in Mothers News

Jandek “Interstellar Discussion”
Jandek “Living in a Moon So Blue”
Jandek “Six and Six”
Jandek “Your Turn to Fall”
Newport cliff walk with my brother / Beaver Tail with my Philadelphia crew

Legowelt “Fact Mix #296”
Megabus death trip car memories

Marc Ribot “Saints”
Listening to the guys fight at Crossroads from the Pine Street apartment in March

Maria Minerva “Cabaret Cixous”
In the dining room at camp 
Also, this one seriously putting the capstone on pop music recorded underwater by a druggy 80s chanteuse maybe born in the 90s who doesn’t care. Standout lyric = “Why go out when you could stay home? I ask, why should I ever leave my safe zone? Why listen to some crappy music all night long, when I could stay in my room and listen to my favorite song?”

M Ax Noi Mach “In the Shadows”
God what can I say about this perfect record. “Have you ever lived in Philadelphia?”

Melvins “The Bootlicker”
Playing Cave Evil or Settlers with Davey, Joe, John, David, Emily, Allen, Natalie, Jack

Nguzunguzu “Live on Dublab Monday Music Meeting (6/27/11)”
Favorite mix of the year by this completely untouchable duo. Every day at camp.

Omar S “Fabric 45”
Freaking out at Soft Approach when Quinn played OASIS ONE

Otis G. Johnson “Everything - God is Love ‘78”
Jeff tags this “5am music”

Ricardo Villalobos “Fabric 36”
Getting hammered via label-scrubbed homebrew bottles / Untitled (Garden)

Roedelius “Selbstportrait I”
Thinking about Allen

SFV Acid “Grown Mix”
Riding my bike to east side marketplace as an excuse to leave the house

Sleep Over “Feeding Time Mix #3”
In my room with the space heater on right now

Slowdive “EP”
Drunk at summer street eating mall sushi with wet socks

Temporal Marauder “Temporal Marauder Makes You Feel”
Buying brewing supplies with Marie, texting Kathryn

Terror’ish “The Marvelous Cosmic Space Association”
Davey moves in

Three 6 Mafia “Underground Vol 1 1991-1994”
Kathryn moves out

US Girls “US Girls / Slim Twig”
I leave for camp, I come back home

Unicorn Hard-on “Vice Italy mix”
Outmode playing while getting interrogated by border cops after accidentally crossing into Canada and crossing back

Universal Indicator “Innovation in the Dynamics of Acid”
Freaking out with Jonathan for two hours in an otherwise empty room

VA “Dancehall - the Rise of Jamaican Dancehall Culture”
Jeff playing DISEASES at all opportunities

Young Male “Live at Paragon” JAYRZ iphone bootleg
Jay played this for me off of his iphone as we collated

LIVE

I did not go to many shows this year, but I particularly enjoyed these ones:

Unicorn Hard-on, Laser Poodle, Quinn Taylor DJ set at Soft Approach
This show didn’t really start until 1am and usually that is the death of me, but I went home around 11pm, cooked a piece of salmon and some kale, drank two beers, and then somehow got myself to go back down. Unicorn Hard-on played the best set I saw this year. 

Mark Lord at Soft Approach (wolf eyes night)

Monopoly Child, Pak at Soft Approach
Spencer and his dudes brought a Sam Kinnison VHS that they were watching in the soft approach theater between sets. At the end of the VHS Kinnison leaves the theater and speeds away in a sports car with the license plate EX REV.

Time Ghost at Carpenter Street
Adam played this slow, long, low-volume “soundtrack” style set to this art thing that happened in the fall. Totally ruled to get to see him stretch out like this.

Work/Death at Paragon, Carpenter Street
Crying when Scott plays pretty much became a trope this year; I totally participated in this during his Phi Phenomena set when he played mega sad guitar. 

Work/Death, V Manuscript at Carpenter Street
First time I saw Scott’s “little rattling things” set at was right up there too! Eli’s set this night was perfect. I thought Sophie was in the way but she wasn’t.

Father Finger, Blood Huff at Amherst Street
Blood Huff was great, Father Finger, please play more sets

Angst Hase Pfeffer Nase, Gastric Female Reflex, Idmtheftable, Yo-yo Dieting, Work/Death at Amherst Street
This was the best show of the year. Every band ruled and the show was done by 12:30!

Jandek at Flywheel
Me and Xander shared a pumpkin beer that had a shot of vanilla vodka and some nutmeg in it right before this

Mincemeat or Tenspeed most times
But not the time I was in a drunk bad mood and pushed the wall down and hurt Jacob and Eli!

Hi Hat at Lockwood Street
This is Jacob’s “other, other great band,” maybe second show? This was in my room at KW’s going away party/leaving for camp party.

Sakiko / Pak duo at RK Projects

Jonathan Mosca youtube sets at RK Projects and at Eli’s House

Jeff Sisson sets in The Shop and in Greenpoint

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Filed under: music providence 
September 20, 2011
Creeping mud diary IX, XX, MXI

Well so I keep taking photographs of my desk but it’s too hard to capture anything -
A pile of things I printed out -
Different surfaces I’ve been marking with different devices, at various states of completion -

Feels sorta important to be updating this so that I could look at it later and say, “there’s when that” -

Louis moved out and I was surprised to feel visceral sadness -
Another day in the winds of Lockwood Street -
Laura moves in this afternoon -

Dreamed last night that my mom woke me up in my childhood bedroom to let me know a crowd was coming to crucify me; I packed a duffel bag (I never use duffel bags) and ran to the cemetery; my dad told me he would meet me at the marina across the river if I could get there, he asked if I knew where it was, I was like, of course I know where the marina is, come on -

Gray, windy; however many septembers listening to black ash dub; been in Providence nearly half as long as I was in Philly already -

Coming up on one full year of constantly thinking about 120 Days of Sodom -

Cooking column -
Mothers News Literary Supplement -
Bear Deluxe -
Dirt Palace -
Little cover painting for Kate’s book -

Pre-cooked bacon and hot dog tacos at Mickey’s luxury permanent hobo camp -

Jonny turned 27 -

“How to Use a Megalixer” -

Alvin Lucier “I am sitting in a room” -

Videos of my parents’ neighborhood flooding -

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Filed under: susquehanna avenue west pittston flood providence at home alvin lucier i am sitting in a room dreams lockwood 
August 26, 2011
Strong winds / Urge to kill, 8/26/MMXI

drawing day and twitter.com’s brian, mickey, and charlotte with building 16’s joan and my bicycle in an olneyville parking lot, 4pm, wednesday

Well I’m back home now. I have a hundred new things, I made a million new things, I’m working on a trillion new things.

I forget how to cook, I forget how to make plans, I forget how to relate to other people sorta?! I mean, the food I’ve been making has been good, the plans I’ve been making have been followed through on, and I think there has been an exchange of emotion and data in all of the interpersonal moments I’ve had so far? Do feel semi like I left the house without my wallet/keys/cellphone/jacket and it’s colder than I thought it would be. Of course I have a $20 in one of these pockets and some singles in another and I don’t care, I’ll ride a bus until morning, or figure something out. Like a zoo animal released back into the wild, not that I don’t have the urge to kill, just that I’ve been suppressing it for so long, and my meals have all been delivered so timely.

I guess just to say I’m back at my desk squinting into the future, and that strong winds are blowing.

wow! cheap gas, westminster street, providence

Blessed return/Providence solutions = I ran into Serena at La Lupita and told her that I’d lost my bike key and wondered whether she had some advice as I’d just been trying to open it via amateur means for over an hour. She came over later on with an angle grinder and showed me how to cut it off. I couldn’t believe the quality, serendipity, or rate of turnaround on this favor. Does this happen anywhere else?

1st breakfast back, lockwood street, 3rd floor

I had a miller lite in the Dirt Palace entryway
Habaneros, almonds and dates are featuring heavily right now
American cheese slices on eggs in the morning
Baked a good loaf of bread
Asian market is closed for their summer break, aghh
Adam made a pizza
Davey made tangy peanut noodles, I made regular Tuesday noodles
Lupita once so far
No lunches, only breakfast, snack, and dinner
Kale piles
Garlic everything
Banana milk
Hummus recipe
Everyone talking about an earthquake
Everyone talking about a hurricane

allen, last day of camp

While I was gone I bought a set of flat files from Maureen Keaveny via text message ($$$ “the future” $$$) and also had them delivered. Yesterday I put them together barefoot and shirtless and worried the whole time that I would crush a toe, cut my chest, or pull a muscle. (Davey asked if I needed help and I told him I was good.) Mike texted me re: he’d “made a drawing of some guys carrying records”; I texted that I was putting the drawings from when I was one of those guys into a flat file. It’s hilarious that you (I) can fit ten years more or less into a certain dimensional container. I know this is just a bad mood thing to say but man, the past: what a sad joke of an ashcan, what a plastic bag full of tissues, what a heavy metal box filled with old paper that’s gonna be nothing but a pain to move into the bedrooms and studios of the future.

But also uhhhh email me if you wanna look at my flat file and buy some drawings, that’s possible now, hahahahahha, and in that it would transmute the past into the future, it might make me feel a little better about this pile I’ve been carrying around for so long.

Mikey Alee Sophie if you guys see this on google reader, thinking of you.

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Filed under: providence at home people photos 
June 21, 2011
Argon batch diary 6/20/11

1) WHERE I WENT




2) HOW TO GET IN TOUCH WITH ME HERE

Until August 23 the normal ways to get in touch with me are a little upside down. Texting is permanently my favorite (570) 574 2436 if you need to let me know something but noting that it’ll be a little difficult for me to send a message back. Texting me to tell me that you want to talk to me on the phone is good, and unlike in real life, I will call you back, but this is only possible for me to do between 10pm and midnight, and not every night. This mainly replaces “extended texting”; if you want to talk to me about a project, about visiting me, about a thing that requires active dialogue (vs. extended thought; see: email), etc., this is probably best.

Please send letters and hand-written mediafire URLs that link to good new records and good live sets to: Tom Bubul ℅ Beam Camp, 55 Boy Scout Rd., Strafford, NH, 11231.

Emergencies, jokes and regular correspondence are best by email. I get emails fastest and can respond via landline to emergencies; I can respond to jokes and regular correspondence normally and in about 70%-regular time. Definitely don’t leave me voice messages, they will all get deleted as a batch when I get home.

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Filed under: photos contact information providence tiny town 
June 17, 2011
Air organ tremolo diary 6/16/2011 (part 2)

Man we had such a nice little party last night. I had a lovely time. My only regret is that I forgot to spice the black beans better for the tacos, and they tasted like plain black beans. Sophie and Mickey climbed into my pile of pelts this morning and we rapped for a while in there, then KW came up and was like “Get up and design me a tattoo of a little face.” I made this sheet of options for her and she picked row four number two—-

—-and then I spent the afternoon lying on the couch and listening to both discs of volume three of the Upsetters singles compilation, looking at the ceiling, and texting.

This second half of yesterday’s post does not reflect the conversation I had with James at the party about FUN HOME (he made some points about the drawings themselves that I haven’t fully digested; also he straight-up disagrees with all of my opinion of it below, hahaha), or the HI HAT set Jacob played, which was wonderful. Second show from this great, great band, bringing the “Providence mystery edge” hard.

3) COMICS I READ

Allison Bechdel’s autobio comic “Fun Home” on Zelda’s recommendation. Super steady drawing, capable but not aggressive or showy, but with these occasional detailed or compulsively rendered panels that made me go “oh whoa” in the good way. The story is perfectly paced, and draws on and refers to a life of reading that, when it works, works. I love it when people can do more than one thing with a high level of interest, skill and investment. Enjoyed reading this a lot!

Brecht Evens “The Wrong Place.” Pretty impulsively bought this at 8am after looking at a few screen caps on the comics comics blog, thinking, oh shit, this looks wonderful. Kinda bummed that it was not that wonderful to read! If this was a set of paintings in larger format without any story, maybe this would be something; some of the pages are killer, some of the character posing especially in the first sequence is well-observed and so right on. But as a narrative it’s fucked! Pretty juvenile treatment of pretty banal understandings of pretty typical ideas - male sexuality and friendship; shallowness vs. seductiveness of partying; group nighttime dynamics; very simple treatment of “kinds of living” and “kinds of desire.” Most troubling is the bizarro false dichotomy between “the boring guy with the job” and “the shallow guy who parties”? The treatments of courage, desirability, independence, self-worth, and even “what is cool” are all fucked too.

A critique came up at drawing day that this book was “made to be liked,” and I can get behind that. There’s nothing risky here, and the things that are good are good in this super obvious candy way (such that for example a guy might look at it for five seconds at 8am and be like, oh, that must rule), while the actual narrative/emotional/social content here is a real slowball, really leaning hard on the painting to carry it, or really assuming that its reader must be a completely unexperienced and socially illiterate teenager. But I mean, parts of it look great!

Chester Brown “Paying for It,” his autobio comic about 10+ years of visiting prostitutes. This book rules so hard. Completely maniacal drawing, hilariously/wildly reaching internal logic, good jokes. Courageous, real, and bald in the best possible ways. Whether or not “you agree with him” or this is a complete picture of the issues he’s putting forth re: prostitution is not the point at all here. Re: the above, this dude did not make this book so that people would like it, he made it because it is the real, true shit of his life, distilled into a funny, swaggering, inviting little book, and he invites you to hate him, hate his work, and disagree with everything he says in it. Aesthetics and content specifics aside, attention all fucking artists everywhere: Dare to make work this uncompromisingly true to yourself.

4) WEYES BLOOD, U.S. GIRLS, BLOOD HUFF

I saw three good shows in three different secret rooms this week.

WEYES BLOOD at Quince Street = Met Natalie in Philadelphia when she was 15, at which point she had already been on the path, and knew her for a while down there. Awesome to see her as a full-grown guitar witch 8 years later in a Providence basement, and she’s still just 23(?!) - girl is still at least 3 years ahead of people 10 years older than her and keeps getting better and better. Her record on EHSE is out. 

BLOOD HUFF at Amherst Street = Bummed to not see a full FATHER FINGER set at this show, who’s looking good? but the band of geniuses BLOOD HUFF was just fine; Mickey threw her shoes and flipped out; lyrics about how nothing matters; crowd dancing and partying, insisting on an encore, Mickey sez, “I don’t even want to do this, I just want to go to bed.” Drank coffee upstairs with the full team present, then this classic scene turned out to be going on after the huff set was over = 

U.S. GIRLS at Paragon = Dude, U.S. Girls has been one of the best live bands in North America re: solo singing along to tapes/electronics for at least two years now. This was an ultimate bummer set: She was all set to go but the PA speakers fried. Played out of an amp and it wasn’t loud enough/sounded like dog shit/energy was lost in the technical difficulties. Even so, the first song she played before everything burned out featured a total transformation: She went completely inside of her character so fast and RIPPED, and it sounded great. When the speakers went she still wanted to finish her set one way or the next; it’s fun to see somebody play who clearly loves to play, isn’t afraid of playing or fucking up, and goes for it. She seemed bummed on this set for sure, but man, the intimations of what she’s sounding like live right now were there, and I mean, damn dude. U.S. GIRLS: Keep coming back to Providence, I will go see you every time.

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Filed under: providence at home hi hat fun home drawing people weyes blood us girls blood huff chester brown allison bechdel 
June 16, 2011
Air organ tremolo diary 6/16/2011 (part 1)

Gonna break this post up over I think two posts? I feel like this format that I love, which is “put your five blog posts together into one blog post” just means that nobody reads them, ahahaha.

1) WHERE I AM

Stayed up all night photoshopping and making a website then woke up around 1pm today. Now BIN SERIES #7 playing in the 3rd floor apartment, just wiped packing tape slices all over my sleeping bag to get the cat hair off, listened to the Crono 12000BC music in David’s ride on the way to Tropical to pick up some souza and Price Rite to pick up taco stuff —

— couldn’t be further from where I’m about to be this weekend and out till the end of august. Super looking forward to swimming a half mile every day and running on the road as much as I can. Had a dream a few weeks ago that the campers showed up and I started to cry I was so happy to see them, which is funny, but also serious!

2) BELOVED PHARAOH 

I watched this teen movie BANDSLAM with Pearl (Pearl is 11 now) and her friends on I think Sunday morning at 10am in Brooklyn at Brian’s house, after dropping off the glyph he bought from my show. I ate a bialy with raspberries and butter and a leftover crepe with nutella. The movie is not worth explaining or watching but it features a lot of super-reduced “what is a relationship” content, which is always super interesting, a kid who has “an encyclopedic knowledge of all music” as the hero, the hero names his rock band I CAN’T GO ON I’LL GO ON and the movie does not explain what this is which is bizarre (the hero kid commends this band name as being like other good long band names like CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH; this is hilarious for at least three reasons, but mainly because what can this allusion possibly mean in the context of this movie?!?), and there’s this scene at the end where David Bowie cameos and is watching the band play on youtube, and he emails the hero kid, and offers him a record deal on his “new indie label.” hahahaha I guess I loved this movie.

ANYWAY the point of bringing this up is that one of Pearl’s friends had a white t-shirt with a black line drawing of some hieroglyph-style character on it, and under it in black capitals curly serif italics it said BELOVED PHARAOH. I asked her about it and she said her friend designed it and everyone in her class got one; it was the winning design for an egyptian studies week or something at her school? Anyway it ruled, here is a composite I made on the train the other day of what it sorta looked like, can someone please print this for me onto a white shirt:

Postscript to this is that when I got to Boston my brother had a shirt there that Misha had made for me, black sharpie on white shirt, and it is a drawing of pac man with rasta dreads and the caption is PAC MON. So no need to print me that shirt, I have that one now!

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Filed under: providence at home bin series things I made 
June 13, 2011
posting this from the MBTA, heading to boston to see my brother very excited to be leaving town with these three bands but ”it’s a party not a show.” atypical clear leader, hi hat and querent sets at midnight. then see you dudes in august!

posting this from the MBTA, heading to boston to see my brother

very excited to be leaving town with these three bands but ”it’s a party not a show.” atypical clear leader, hi hat and querent sets at midnight.

then see you dudes in august!

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Filed under: at home providence 
June 12, 2011
6/6/6/12/11, 1:21pm, Sunday announcement, new imprint = ZOLA’S strictly available through CHIPSYLVANIA WEBSTORE beginning this week and from my personal hand you fucks, I have seen all of your dirt-style drawing zines, you have no idea what you’re doing, you have no idea what a dirt-style drawing zine even is ospreys is over, no more unmailable formats that come out twice a year, no more wackado print processes just the real shit = a bunch of drawings from off of the floor of my room, and whatever else I want to put in there, inkjetted the fuck onto some 8.5x11 pages that get folded in half and stapled every month of the year it’s not a compilation, it’s not a jam, it’s not for fun - it’s because you fucks are not pulling weight, and somebody has got to show your asses MUCH RESPECT TO DRAWING DAY REGULARS = THE MOTHER, COOL DOG, COZZENS, COUNT ZERO, MCSHANE = EVERYONE ELSE, LET’S SEE WHAT THE FUCK YOU’VE GOT 

6/6/6/12/11, 1:21pm, Sunday

announcement, new imprint =

ZOLA’S

strictly available through CHIPSYLVANIA WEBSTORE beginning this week and from my personal hand

you fucks, I have seen all of your dirt-style drawing zines, you have no idea what you’re doing, you have no idea what a dirt-style drawing zine even is

ospreys is over, no more unmailable formats that come out twice a year, no more wackado print processes

just the real shit = a bunch of drawings from off of the floor of my room, and whatever else I want to put in there, inkjetted the fuck onto some 8.5x11 pages that get folded in half and stapled every month of the year

it’s not a compilation, it’s not a jam, it’s not for fun - it’s because you fucks are not pulling weight, and somebody has got to show your asses

MUCH RESPECT TO DRAWING DAY REGULARS = THE MOTHER, COOL DOG, COZZENS, COUNT ZERO, MCSHANE = EVERYONE ELSE, LET’S SEE WHAT THE FUCK YOU’VE GOT 

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Filed under: zola's drawing day projects providence 
June 11, 2011
My most capable friend and my friend who I most want to marry: Best friends

My most capable friend and my friend who I most want to marry: Best friends

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Filed under: the king at home providence people 
June 7, 2011
Air organ tremolo diary 6/7/11

1) FOOD BLOG

Today I made a normal smoothie (banana + 2 strawbs + ½ c milk, ½ c oj, 3 ice cubes; have been having this for breakfast with a bustello espresso every day for probably three weeks now; Mickey calls this a “puffy white girl”), an awful smoothie (five celery stalks, one cucumber, milk, sliced almonds, ice cubes and water to regulate; obviously it just tasted like celery pulp; David wouldn’t drink it but I felt like I had to after lecturing him about how after you make your bed, you have to sleep in it), and some great tacos.

My computer desk right now is an air organ I bought off Alex at his moving sale for $5 and it’s situated in front of three 3rd floor bay windows. I’m sitting here in shorts and drinking a beer right now and I’m definitely going to play the air organ after I post this. The bad smoothie I made after moving off of the air organ late this afternoon to the upstairs porch. Davey came outside and I was lying there on the ground. I’m sorta in an administrative spreadsheet/transitional brain hell-zone right now, in re: trying to get situated to do the camp this summer. When I’m on my computer working I want to go to the beach; when I go to the beach I want to be working. The ants were crawling on me which I hate and there was a piece of broken glass I was worried he was going to step on. Earlier I saw a big gray spider parachute in on this silk thread. I was worried he was going to move into my computer.

We were bullshitting out there about whatever and Sophie showed up with a desert plan, Paul picked us up and we did that, it ruled, first swim of the year, felt great. At home the tacos were: Scrambled eggs; avocado/farmer’s cheese in the food processor (delicious spread that everyone inexplicably kept saying tasted like apples?); onion/red pepper/broccoli fried in cayenne;  onion/garlic/tomato/cucumber/radish salsa. Found a Red Stripe in the downstairs fridge, way back.

Oh yeah for lunch I finished the beet salad me and KW made for Friday dinner, finished the pulled pork (insanely/wonderfully this was day 5 of eating pretty much nothing but pulled pork until lunch), and finished the cornbread.

2) TWO SOLID ART EXPERIENCES AT CARPENTER STREET

I had two solid art experiences at carpenter street this week = 

One was a found film reel called 60S TEEN DANCE PARTY at Mikey’s film night that gave me the crazy “everything that is ever going to happen already happened” feeling. Was a reel of what the title says played at about quarter speed with what might have been an Ash Ra Tempel score. Played so slow the film had this heavy trancing flickering effect. Was sucked into how many face-types I recognized (too many to name check against current friends); loved watching the bouncing hair, the weird bad looks, dancing ecstasy-eyes, guys on the fringe, guys dancing for themselves, guys dancing on some lady, ladies dancing on some guy, ladies dancing for themselves. Found the whole thing affecting and weirdly heartbreaking, made me really want to go back to the good parties I’ve been to, get to the good parties I’m going to go to in the future. Made me want to see a lot of old faces.

The other one was hearing Evelyn Hampton read this story yesterday, which just straight up put me in a good mood = http://www.everyday-genius.com/2011/03/evelyn-hampton_31.html ; love and highly value these ultra-rare moments of hearing contemporary fiction read by its author and thinking, “HAHAHAHA YEAHHHHH!!!”

3) WE RODE BIKES TO AGAVE AND TO CARR’S POND

Me and Mikey rode bikes to Bristol and got beers at this terrible bar AGAVE (live acoustic guitar player 5 o’clock pm Memorial Day; take my life), but come on, $2.50 dos equis? These shirtless skateboarding teenagers we passed on the way down were still shirtless and skateboarding on the way back. One of them was lying on his stomach and a girl was straddling his back and talking to what looked like their mutual friends. I thought about how I’ve seen that relationship play out before.

Then a few days later, after my morning smoothie but before my bustello Colleeny impulsed me into a Carr’s Pond ride, which I’ve never done before. Good crew, but it was windy and freezing and we decided not to swim, plus the pollen destroyed me.

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Filed under: food art fiction evelyn hampton ash ra tempel 60s teen dance party providence 
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