Sofie may come out this weekend to make a duct tape dress form. With duct tape given to me by theresa, no less. I need to find adequate instruction, but I am sure there are tons of tutorials out there.
I have the internet at my home again. I have a lot to share; this life is even more of an adventure then ever.
Alice and I visited B’ not too long ago and played some hurdy gurdy.
I went back yesterday with my new friend Moss and I got to try my hand at one of the instruments again. They are tuned to one key (at any given time) so there are no “wrong” notes. These boxes that B’ is building are small and yet so resonant.
Yesterday was a pretty magical day all around. It is not often that I meet someone with whom I effortlessly share a vocabulary. It makes it possible to have a deep conversation without a lot of the introductory footwork. This is relatively exhausting and so best done in small doses.
Winter afternoons in this town are quite beautiful.
When the gray of the water and of the water-in-the-sky match each other in such a way it can be quite breathtaking.
I am on the air tonight, and every other Thursday from 11pm-1am PST. You can stream it live so please tune me in sometime.
Thursday was a wild night. It was Heather’s birthday, which led to a lot of drinking with the work posse. I didn’t make it home before my radio show, which I did completely plastered. I pulled it off, but still, it’s a really bad idea, and against the rules besides.
At about 12:30, half an hour before my show was over, I got a call that the Cannery Cafe was on fire. I could see an immense conflagration from the windows of the station, a mile away maybe…
It hit me in my fire spot. I started playing the same song over and over again, pacing and irrationally needing to leave the building. I couldn’t get out of there til 1 am, but then I hopped on my bike and rode down to see the buildings burn.