Recent events: exploding toilets in an empty house at 1 a.m., missed parties, dreams about Allen Ginsberg as a ten-year-old boy, Michelle returning from New York. The song "Sex Bomb" (by Tom Jones) roaming my head, replaced this morning by "Putting on the Ritz." Honey, honey.
Andrew is visiting from Vancouver and still obsessing over the latest break-up. We ate New York cheesecake direct from New York (well, with a stop over in Toronto) last night, Michelle brought it back for us. We have to get Andrew his birthday present in the next day or so, and he brought mine (yes, from November): a copy of Jeffrey Eugenides's book Middlesex, which I've been desperate for since it came out in hardcover. I have a nice trade paperback edition, which is how I like it. But first I have to read the Calvino book.
Thinking about the Johnny & Teiresias story, and more specifically, how the Golden Boys night club looks. Probably like every daydreamt uber-nightclub I've ever imagined. Go-go cages and raised platforms. Ridiculous lighting. A raised DJ platform. Glass-floored VIP lounges that overlook the crawling masses.
Should probably go pick my music for the day.
Comments (4)
I'm thinking Abba. No reason. Or maybe Portishead?
Posted by Joy | April 19, 2004 3:22 PM
Posted on April 19, 2004 15:22
Kraftwerk?
Too bad autobahn never put out an album.
Posted by matt | April 20, 2004 1:23 AM
Posted on April 20, 2004 01:23
Kompressor. Does not dance.
Posted by Joy | April 20, 2004 10:15 AM
Posted on April 20, 2004 10:15
It was Lamb, but I'm in the mood for Portishead for some reason. Probably because I'm having financial anxiety and Portishead's good for wallowing.
Posted by ben | April 20, 2004 12:38 PM
Posted on April 20, 2004 12:38