So the new QRD is 95% done. Sent out links to the interviewees to proof & then it will go live in a day or two. Then I’ll get to work on the next two issues since the interviews are already on my computer.
So the show I did at the feminist event was a lot less crazy than I anticipated. I was used to the feminazi-man-hating brand of feminism that was big in the early 1990s when I was in college, but I guess that’s 20 years ago & the movement has calmed down a lot. To be honest I’m kinda let down by how pacifistic it’s become. It kind of reminds me of how let down I am by punk becoming more about fashion than rebellion. It also reminds me that I’ve become this bitter neanderthal out of touch with current reality, which I often like to pretend isn’t true. Anyway, here’s a little video of me practicing for the ambient guitar stuff I was doing between speakers while young people drank 7 Up mixed with lime sherbert & I drank Newcastle.
Last Night’s Dreams:
I’m at someone’s house that either does promotion or booking work & in a pile of crap they don’t care about on a table is a double CD re-issue of Warrior Soul’s Salutations from the Ghetto Nation & they let me have it.
An Old Testament angel (a column of fire) wakes me at my bedside to tell me I’ll have twins that will be great soldiers in heaven, but that they will both die in the womb never having seen this world.
I’m eating seafood for the first time in maybe 30 years & I keep throwing up, but shoveling more of it in only to vomit again.
I have two shows booked to play the same night across town from each other & in trying to juggle them I manage to miss performing at either of them.
I’ve been admitted with Karla to a hospital for something (maybe a car accident) & we’re on separate gurneys & each of us get rolled out of the emergency room & pushed down a hill & I’m trying to figure out how to navigate the thing through a neighborhood & it reminds me of going sledding when their are cars on the road.
I’m having a conversation with Karla about how in the Old Testament adoption meant so much more to people & that to say someone was adopted instead of actually related was an insult that was grounds to pull out a sword & lay down a man’s life.