I haven't slept all night and so far, dawn's only brought the Mexicans and their weedwhackers and ruckus from the birds in the trees out back. Probably shouldn't have had all those Dr. Peppers, but I was parched. Note to self, your thriving caffeine intolerance means that 1) if you have a pop past 4pm you're gonna be up all night, and 2) soda will always outweigh the booze. Last night was a blur, but I remember LA laid out before us and united in illegal firework activity. I remember sitting in the dark and seeing organic facsimilies of writhing and undulation for a single, drawn out and pulsating moment that could have spanned years. I remember thinking that I'd found a sense of purpose in music (some of it, at least), and for the record: I still can't stand trance.
Daft Punk's "Something About Us" never sounded/felt so good, but that cheesy remake of "Heaven" with the chick singing was just as annoying as the fiftieth time you heard the Macarena. Old DMB (like "Spoon") can take you on a trek if you let it, and "Ebolarama" by ETID reminded me of Lovecraft (esp. the vaguely Cyclopean architecture and non-Euclidian angles).
My teeth hurt.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
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ah raymond, after 4 years i still find myself being influenced by your writing style. i have no idea what you're talking about in this post, but i have a feeling you can recommend me some good songs to choreograph to. we should go back to doing the song exchange thing we used to do.
also, congrats on staying alive in arizona. i'm really interested in reading your future chronicles.
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