I am laid up with the flu. Man it sucks. I feel like Ratso.
Other news- I think I passed my reviews which means I'm practically finished here at Pratt. I'll send out a notice when I have my MFA show, probably sometime mid-late April.
I played a show with a new band called The Mutants a couple weeks ago at collective unconscious in the village. It was fun. Tom Chapman is part of the band.
I saw four good bands Sunday night just before I caught the flu: Mink Lungs, Calla, The Walkman, and The Moldy Peaches. The Moldy Peaches wear Deathwish-like costumes. Mink Lungs are really good; pyshedelic, theatrical. The show was at 66 No. 6th street in Williamsburg. Tom and I played at a loft party a few doors down from there last foruth of july. On the way back the guy from the Moldy Peaches was sitting across from me on the subway.
Bought two cds and a video recently: Del tha Funky Homosapien, the Best of Bill Withers, Some Kind of Loving, curated by Astria Suparak.
Of all the people I miss, Gus is one of them. There was nothing like having sincere telephone conversations with him when we shared a duplex.
Enough ego-strokin'. Just trying to get over this virus.