June 06, 2006 - 1:33
Digital composite of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's baby. Strangely compelling.
I got my music box cores in the mail yesterday. I wound them up all at once and perched them on my knees while I peed, that's how anxious I was to open them.
I was thinking that it might be cool to get a bundle of them, and line up the bodies behind a peg board. I would leave the keys exposed on the visible side of the peg-board, so it would be a spread of gold keys, and maybe the song title labeled underneath. I guess there's no reason not to.
Watched some art porn shorts this weekend, some of which were enjoyable, others of which made me wonder why. Read: strobe lit vignette: wanker dude watching porn and jacking off, while thrusting a gun into the mouth of his blow-up doll.
The show went really well. At soundcheck, a few hours before the show, I began having an awful headache. Throbbing brain, etc..., eye sensitivity. I drank coffee to stave it, and was temporarily relieved, but it came back about a 1/2 hour before we played. For a lot of reasons (sizeable crowd, intimidating figures, last minute song quirks to iron out) I was super nervous, and I don't get nervous. Throughout the entire set, I was literally quaking; as was my face pulsating, and I imagine I was prominently red-cheeked. To my relief though, nobody noticed. A few even scoffed when afterwards I expressed my nervousness. So, and we all sounded great. It came together really wonderfully. The Young People lady, the one who intimidated me, said that I looked "very focused". In retrospect, I wonder if she was sideways dissing me. No matter.
The systems are down at work today, and I wish they'd let us leave.
I've got some barrettes I've got to affix.