9.23.05
"Fly Your Flag" by Just a Fire sure is one ornery fucker of a song. If only those guys could teach me how to write a song half as tough as that one ...
I love this studio of mine. It's so great to be able to apply lessons from working at lots of other studios, figuring out what works and what doesn't work for me, and to have a place that pretty much fulfills my wish list (and to be able to work towards fulfilling it all) ... one interesting thing though; for the past several months my parking lot also seems to have been fulfilling someone else's wish for a quiet place to have sex in a car. I wish they would stop - it's gross arriving here in the morning and finding fresh evidence. Against Me caught them as they arrived one night and they fled; I have seen them leaving when I've been working late here and their engine noise has caught my attention. I'd like to believe it's some kind of really romantic scenario, star-crossed lovers stealing affection forbidden by their families, a 21-st century Romeo & Juliet thing. But I am resigned to the likelihood that it's probably just prostitution. Hey, but that's Baltimore.
Last week, when my car got broken into right outside of my house, and my cheap CD player got stolen, how could I view it except as a rite of passage?
9.11.05
So, hoping for some real insight in the wake of the recent disaster in New Orleans, I was looking at the Guardian.co.uk, because I don't trust ANYTHING I hear from American corporate news media any more (anyone seen "The Corporation?" - if not, check it out), and I saw
this. To which, with great sadness and despite the unfortunate coining of the word "povertina," I pretty much have to say "Amen."
And then later on, I saw
this. Are these people working overtime to bring about the Apocalypse?