Beth Dearest and Yours Truly this early afternoon did the girlie version of playin' the nines, and this is an exciting brand new conceptual development spun out whilst waiting once again in the concrete luvv of (no, not the Guggenheim... but close) JFK airport. Playin' the nines, girlie stylee, means tossin' out the angst con brio, then there's a counter toss, and so on and so forth until you've walked several long city blocks, whipping each other into a frenzy of purge, anxiety building to fever heat and then
*P O O O F *
it goes away. Usually. Nines over. Misery quelled, time to move on to fuckin', much-deserved FUN.
Armed as usual with anti-fellow-traveler devices: earplugs, iTunes, laptop, mags, liquids, and, most important, a don't-fuck-with-me-NO-don't-even-look-at-me aura. No, scratch that, it's more the aura of ignoration, ignoring fellow travellers. High on pet peeve list: those who apparently haven't travelled in the last half decade, astonished that they must show picture id, take shoes off, de-jacket, etc. Those who (come to think of it, just like tourists on Broadway in SoHo) move in slo-mo to come to halts for no apparent reason. Time to plane.

Plane ol' Love.

This just in:
JFK is playing REM's At My Most Beautiful over the creaky p.a. - heard in this joint before and still a surprising choice for sonic vibe control.
Sonic Vibe Control, one more amazing band name by YT.
This also just in:
Liz tells me that epinw is linked from her own blog and I'll be dang-blamed, it is like so true.