I was a quiet, lunchbox lonely little boy
reading sci-fi, broken treehouse on the shore
at nineteen the talking in my head got harder to understand,
no work, no school, drifting, a failing satellite
don’t feel sorry for me I’ve been happy too
manic, kindly, blinding, high-res euphoria
(amitriptyline)

no one knows what happens next
because time travel is lonely
listen,
wear your headphones,
and I’ll whisper you the code
of a helper application
that you can download
-
it’s called "Remember"
because no one knows what happens next
(time travel is lonely)

-- John Vanderslice

What a great show! I'm sorry we missed him when he toured with the Mountain Goats. John lit up when we asked him about the past tour; he's producing MG's next album and will be touring with him/them again [hopefullymaybe!] sometime soon. B gave him five bucks for all the CD's he's burned of the free tracks up on the site, which launched them into a brief discussion of open source and free media (this is after all the guy who wrote bill gates must die). Don't forget: you're on the list tonight in Orlando if you want to go, but will it be under BH or Rick Moranis? Chris McGuire wins hands down most fun performance by a drummer in recent gig history. Paul Hoaglin still runs unopposed for the bassist most resembling Jack Black in appearance and stage presence. John did his hair-over-eyes cords-and-bowling-shoes sing-it-like-you-wrote-it with typical aplomb.

Oh, and there was this headliner band called Jets to Brazil...[insert I Went To A JtB Gig Solely For the Opening Band t-shirt here]. All I wanted to hear was Crown of the Valley, but after five or six uninspiring pop songs we called it quits.