hours slept last night: 4
espresso shots consumed thus far today: 4 (hey, it's early)
hours currently at work today: 4
hours spent at work actually working: about 2
hours spent at work cutting interesting things out of the stranger: about 1
times "interesting" meant "things that had swears in them": 4
times "things that had swears in them" meant the word "fuck": 4
horoscopes read: 3
times I started laughing so hard, alone, that I almost wet my pants: 12
rad KEXP related things coming up next week: 3
rad KEXP related things coming up next week that involve me getting to
see ridiculously good bands for nothing: 2
months in my planner this morning: 18
months in my planner now: 12
amount I reduced my monthly cell phone bill by: $14.00
amount I spent on new caller tunes: $7.96
times I said, "that's it, I am definitely buying a pack of cigarettes,
right now" today: 8
number of cigarettes I have smoked since june of 2004, I think: 0 (wow)
average song size of the KEXP dj sets today: 6, at least
I think something is going on over there. john in the morning ripped
his heart out around 6:30 or so and the shit was just crazy. I'm
surprised there wasn't blood coming out of the speakers. to the point
where I sent a note to him about it. if that's real, and not just this
morning's show, dude is in some serious shit. here's a sample:
radiohead - how to dissapear completely
air france - maundy thursday
moby - memory gospel
ulrich schnauss - on my own
maps - it will find you
u2 - with or without you
yo la tengo - damage
lcd soundsystem - someone great
jose gonzalez - teardrop
leonard cohen - hey, that's no way to say goodbye
damien jurado - trials
helio sequence - shed your love
interpol - nyc
sinead o'connor - the last day of our acquaintance
(at this point, between sinead and the lack of comments from mr.
richards, I began to discern that this was not just a coincidental
array of words.)
and it just kept going, and going, and going. go check out the
playlist from 6-10 today. prayers & tears, simon & garfunkel. the
cure. elliott smith. titles like "the morning show: soundtrack to lost
love, confusion, and life." which would be fine if it was just
angst-themed, but when it's themed (say, a bunch of bands from new
jersey) he'll talk about it. and not only did he not talk about it,
dude didn't talk. cheryl isn't saying shit, either. it's nuts. the
morning show: trying to figure out how to deal with the other 20 hours
of the day.
you, I presume, catch my drift. but I can't put enough words to how
much you can feel it, or how much I could feel it, all lightly-slept,
achy speakers in the shower, achy sunrise this morning at the needle,
watching from the imaginary highway, parked for a few minutes, gold
glare bouncing off the buildings, broken glass on the pavement, trying
to take it all in.
the morning show: in need of the morning faithful.
I'm glad I took the time to write him.
I'm going to get fired. oh wait - THERE'S NOBODY HERE.
right.
xx
vvb
PS - cheryl did not say, "hit it, herb" for the first time in like, I don't know, every time I've heard her show. something is definitely up over there. although I know kristin would prefer it if it were permanently so... "hit it, herb" will be her audio hell should she pass through that way in her next lifetime.
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