OMG it’s so nice out today reading that book of gasoline alley on the lawn. came home for a quick bite to eat and the first floor neighbors, strangers to me, drinking smirnoff lemonade since i left at noon, sunglassed and TW (that’s “totes wastee”) singing “paradise by the dashboard light”, to me. i was a verse early but in response to their query “will you love me forever” i could only answer “let me sleep on it”, to perhaps more jubilation than those sensible words have ever elicited.
gasoline alley is so gorgeous. drawn & quarterly has begun to release in two year chunks the entire run of dailies, and it’s $30 hardbound, a bargain at twice the price. of course i got it from interlibrary loan, but i think i might buy it anyway just to have and loan out. anyway it’s gorgeous, human, and funny in a deep way (the way people are funny). the characters famously age in real time, and it’s really and truly a delight. highly recommended.
tonight me and alex ex-sideburns are going to see the body at redrum in providence, before they leave for tour. if you like doom metal, beards, glasses, beautiful hair, birkenstocks, patchouli, and bands that are louder than (most conceptions of) hell, do yourself a favor and find them out.
