The Middling City this weekend has been both the center of the annual eatathon downtown as well as a music fest of sorts at SoundLab. I attended the latter. Back then I would doc the feeding frenzy early in the day, usually hitting the chianti or was it sangria slushie booth at some slurpy point.
At SoundLab I set up the PowerBook (still miraculously working though I hear a haunting voice coming from the Genius Bar - Don't get too kocky, the mother board is craaaaacked...) and external harddrive to work on some art matters at hand. I commandeered a corner of one of the booths that features an electrical outlet in proximity, nestling in with two stranger boys from Ohio who had motored in solely to hear Tony Conrad perform. And it was great to see Tony, as usual, he's always personable, funny. Accompanying him onstage was a woman who played the church bells - three - but it was much more fun to say she was playing cowbells and to refer to her as Mississippi Queen. She had BladeRunner-esque eye shadow, a band of orangey pink across her eyes. Eremite thought she was hot. I think he is nuts. Afterwards directed Eremite's band to get to la maison and met them over there and got Eremite all hooked up with a snooze center. Nice to think the empty joint was being used, in a good manner. There was a party of sorts and Baumann was there momentarily, speeding off and announcing that he was going to pick up a new puppy. Long live the memory of Memphis, beloved Memphis, but it is time for him to have a new shaggedy companion. And I should probably offer up my auntie services to this new rascal.
Time to panic about having to leave for school again again again tomorrow AM. Wanting to change all the flights to a Thursday night exeunt as the flights are ALWAYS late and when late on a Friday the anxieties get too intense, especially when there's loads of work to be done on a Saturday. Appeals to JetBlue will happen again, to appeal to their sense of humanity and let the penalty fees slip slide away.

Sliding up Love.