the past few have been on and off rainy in a funcomplicating manner. friday i was hanging out in front the gallery with hailey, who is fasting until her tongue goes pink to white to pink, but by virtue of hearty resolve, is less miserable than any faster i’ve ever hung with. even when not goofed out on deep cache body deposits of food coloring and stray twist ties, hailey is extremely comforting person, to the point where she’ll pick up on your half-bad day, grab your hand as you’re walking by and hold for longer than you expect, and say like she’s shocked by a sudden and radiant sunset “you look so strong and beautiful”. i’ve seen this happen like three times!
then i walked off to buy a new pen but before i could get to the pen place i got shanghaied by grass widow, fresh in town but heavy bumming for van woes and general stressedness to the point of angry ambling. i don’t know if it was the influence of hailey but i hitched my wagon to their train and together we all puttered to higher realms, even unto laughing in the rain, singing scat, and ringing bells. a later report from a passing neighbor claimed we looked “like a burt bacharach song”. they were playing in worcester that night but the show was short on bands so i jumped on, splitting a set with dungeoneers as “the berendeoneers”, plus bloody swimsuit and gascan’s new band with jong ouida and danny the moor (described in advance as “like greyskull”, which i obviously found to be maddening). dungeoneers were so crazy– now that zacherle owns his own drums he is in full animal disregard mode, with a heavily antagonistic pose that is really “kiss or kill”. i think they were one minute in before all the drum apparatus got tumbled over. in keeping with the trend, one of his previous students (a different one from before) was at the show. again, i ask you to try and identify with that. splitting the set was fun, and faster, and i was more worked up, and touching people’s faces, and slobbery, and being a teetering corpse during instrumental breaks. bloody swimsuit was good, and i am delighted to report that, while i liked the beard, dave cut it off, and is growing his hair back to nirvana length.
grass widow was super good– guitar on the surf/spy axis, boundless bass, steady pounding rhythm-of-life drums, and TITE three-part glasslike vocals. aka “perfect”! i caught the record even though i have the cd, because the cover is a “my room” style shot of their practice space, with their banners and beverages and insturments and their friend’s records and christmas lights. i love that shot!
rode back to PVD with the ladies and tried to find them the next day but i missed the coffee call because i refuse to answer my phone on the toilet even though i could, which is also fine because i had errands, and i could finally buy that pen i set out for days previous. caught up with them again at the girls rock!’ benefit, where none of us won any raffle items but “oh well”.
kind of breezing through savings, which is ultimately good as it means upping the hustle already, and anyway what have i been buying, food? i can’t feel bad about that and shouldn’t- “the kid’s gotta eat”. i drink coffee in the morning, at 4pm, and after a large dinner.