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ahh....at long last, a quiet immaterial niche where i can lay my head on the cavestone and drink secretly from the artesianal burble.


music happenings: saw the movie "
I am Albert Ayler" last night at Red Vic. my mouth still tastes like nutritional yeast from the popcorn. the movie was very well done, very structurally inventive by which the director was able to justify a feature length film with very little source material. interviews with ayler's father and former bandmate/brother don ayler were really touching. basically all negative personality traits/actions of the musician were left out, but were nontheless present in large negative space created by noticeably piecemeal commentary from former friends, lovers, bandmates...etc. No mystery was lost, the director was there for Q&A, probably the most staunchly Swedish guy i could imagine, methodical and dry answers. The Question & Answer consisted of a series of staunch if graceful, morally imperative refusals to answer the peoples questions. I was about 77% sympathetic to these awkward rebuttals of his, the remainder seemed overly decorous to the point of evasion. But his heavily tempered enthusiasm was very endearing and in all it added to the experience of the film. Some of the crowd was visibly impatient, though he apparently didn't mind that one bit.
a requiem, an overdue, open-to-the-public retro-funeral, a love song.
Slept on the beach in bolinas the night before, the more wholesome townfolk were walking their dogs past our nylon bubble of dissipating, drunken sleep for some time. Unlike the beach squatters who'd arrived in daylight to find an out of the way nook, we'd plunked down around 5am smack dab in the finest, most stride-friendly stretch of sand right in the middle of beach.
But nobody seemed to mind us.
sat naked to the waist remembering
a drunken tumble, falling cymbals, a DJ with a thing for carpenters. the well wishes of wildcats and ritually marked natives.
enclosed please find spiritual unity, clandestine nibblers.