May 16, 2007
up in smoke
you would have thought it was a block party, with the whole neighborhood standing outside together. it was nice actually, despite the fire tragedy. the gas station next to me turned into a news media center with kcal 9, telemundo, and cbs representing. sharon tay even wore her best tight orange tank top to report the blaze.
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May 15, 2007
guitarmageddon mother's day
the weekend began with an ear bleeding shred-a-thon by dinosaur jr. at the troubadour. even my hood couldn't buffer the blast. the thing is, it didn't seem self-indulgent at all. j. mascis was just eyes closed, lost in a trance of dissonant noise.
my mom was in texas for mother's day. probably an okay thing since i pretty much couldn't hear all day. my ode is to her new babies: her flowers. this old baby appreciates all the care she has given too.
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May 10, 2007
nostalgia
santo and johnny doing 'sleep walk' is puro nostalgia.
i received my chinese transmission for the day from my armo friend and it's perfect: the shapes, textures, wistful feeling, old man playing a lute.
my apt smells like hot dogs after the griffith park fires. actually, more like boiled hot dog water. griffith, i know you'll bounce back. do it for LA.
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