Chris and Ray sent me a tote bag that has as each side the album cover of Born in the USA. It seems like there is literally an album slipped in between two plastic sheets on each side of the bag, so that the front of the bag is the front cover and the back is the back - but they're both Bruce Springsteen's bum. Each morning I want to take it with me but then I think of my meetings.
Last night: The Go Team at the Metro. Muddy sound. What I love about them is the percussion and I couldn't hear it. The singer looked like Salt - or Pepper - and danced as though she was about to leap between double dutch ropes. In the end they got me, though. For Ladyflash.
When we arrived The Grates were playing. They were a bit lost in the space but the sound feels so right for now. Use your bed like a trampoline. That little singer with her perfect rock hair and moves that sometimes take her sideways across the stage like a cabaret kangaroo and sometimes make her twist again. She's ace.
Afterwards Avi and I walked ahead and skip-bounced up the slope in front of the flouro lights of the convenience stores to the car. We yelled back to Noonie but she didn't look at us. She was listening to Helen's stories about her old studio in the city.
Last night: The Go Team at the Metro. Muddy sound. What I love about them is the percussion and I couldn't hear it. The singer looked like Salt - or Pepper - and danced as though she was about to leap between double dutch ropes. In the end they got me, though. For Ladyflash.
When we arrived The Grates were playing. They were a bit lost in the space but the sound feels so right for now. Use your bed like a trampoline. That little singer with her perfect rock hair and moves that sometimes take her sideways across the stage like a cabaret kangaroo and sometimes make her twist again. She's ace.
Afterwards Avi and I walked ahead and skip-bounced up the slope in front of the flouro lights of the convenience stores to the car. We yelled back to Noonie but she didn't look at us. She was listening to Helen's stories about her old studio in the city.
posted by noonie at 8:54 AM
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Noonie, it was 8.54am. and your punctuation is fine.
While the bag was a gift from me and Chris, it was more me because it was my treat for Noonie especially since it didn't come out of the house account. And I was feeling flush because of my pay rise. I think I'm being bratty now. The bag's from the art gallery in Buffalo, NY. Lovely. I think I'm rambling because Chris in away in Atlanta and I am home alone with piles of stuff around me. I've been drinking a couple of glasses of Pimms and Ginger Ale every night since Saturday. Summery, I guess. And there's something shuffling around in the studio apartment next door that's been deserted for 2 years so I'm too scared to check it out and too scared to go to bed. I don't think Target, the ugly doll that Chris bought me, will offer me much protection.
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