i saw m. gira friday. devendra barhart, young god's newest recruit, opened. i instantly fell in love with him. while i don't have his album (i couldn't afford it after train fare and cover charge), it's going to be the next one i get, and i urge people to look into him.
gira's set was cold and tired. i didn't feel like he was into it, no matter how loud he yelled. i still love him. he said he was just getting over bronchitis, so he's forgiven. i suppose i had plenty of opportunities to talk to him that evening, but i didn't want to. i left immediately after. i don't know what i would say to him. i hate the you're-so-great/autograph/photo op thing, it's degrading to me as a person. i'm sure michael revels in it though.
ANGELS OF LIGHT NEWS: "i FINALLY finished the album, three fucking days ago".
something to look forward to.