My sleep pattern isn't quite back to normal - I'd prefer to be in bed asleep right now, but I tried that and it didn't work... so I'm once again sat in front of my prone-to-fucking-up computer, listening to "Wasted & Ready" (absolutely brilliant song), teeth freshly brushed, knowing that in twelve hours or so I'll be purchasing Sufjan Steven's new album, knowing that in just over a week I'll arrive in Spain (for the Benicassim music festival).
Knowing that next week = Animal Collective and Silver Jews gigs...
...and that August = M Ward, Cursive and The Spinto Band gigs.
Saw Awesome; I Fuckin' Shot That on Saturday - a Beastie Boys gig at Madison Square Garden, with the footage provided by 50 fans who were assigned video cameras for the night. Good stuff.
Had a fun dream last night, better even that last weeks' 'agent of heaven, in the midst of the battle between good and evil, consigned to an alternate dimension by a special dart fired at me by Katie Holmes' dream: I was on a tiny island (a bit bigger than, say, a really big swimming pool... not sure why I used that for the size comparison, but what can I say, I'm tired...), with about fifty other people or so, a structure comprising scaffolding poles and wooden panneling dominates the island... until the appearance of a giant velociraptor, which is trying to get at us through the bottom of the structure (the only part not boarded up). We're all huddled up in the middle, but it occassionally manages to pick off a few people. Unfortunately, things get worse, as the velociraptor then shrinks to regular size, which causes panic. Some run, right into the path of the dinosaur, some think they're evading it, only for it to turn around and pounce on them. I wait for my opportunity, and run with a group of other people (probably to minimise the risk of it singling me out
), to the water, and we all swim furiously, to another, much larger island we can see from ours...
...those of us who make it decide to set up shop on this new island. I am their leader, and have a family, who promptly leave for new shores (the island where King Herod resides, apparently). Other than that, things are going fine, until a boatload of about fifty people arrive. They're selling something - products of some kind, religion, I can't remember for sure - and severely hassling my people, and pissing me off in particular. I order them to be put in one hole, and left there (to die, presumably), and go off to be alone. A day or so later, I decide to return, filled with sorrow at my actions, and am relieved to see that, in my absence, my people have fed the salesmen, and are looking after them. I make my peace with their leader, and get ready to leave, on some kind of quest for redemption...
Knowing that next week = Animal Collective and Silver Jews gigs...
...and that August = M Ward, Cursive and The Spinto Band gigs.
Saw Awesome; I Fuckin' Shot That on Saturday - a Beastie Boys gig at Madison Square Garden, with the footage provided by 50 fans who were assigned video cameras for the night. Good stuff.
Had a fun dream last night, better even that last weeks' 'agent of heaven, in the midst of the battle between good and evil, consigned to an alternate dimension by a special dart fired at me by Katie Holmes' dream: I was on a tiny island (a bit bigger than, say, a really big swimming pool... not sure why I used that for the size comparison, but what can I say, I'm tired...), with about fifty other people or so, a structure comprising scaffolding poles and wooden panneling dominates the island... until the appearance of a giant velociraptor, which is trying to get at us through the bottom of the structure (the only part not boarded up). We're all huddled up in the middle, but it occassionally manages to pick off a few people. Unfortunately, things get worse, as the velociraptor then shrinks to regular size, which causes panic. Some run, right into the path of the dinosaur, some think they're evading it, only for it to turn around and pounce on them. I wait for my opportunity, and run with a group of other people (probably to minimise the risk of it singling me out
), to the water, and we all swim furiously, to another, much larger island we can see from ours...
...those of us who make it decide to set up shop on this new island. I am their leader, and have a family, who promptly leave for new shores (the island where King Herod resides, apparently). Other than that, things are going fine, until a boatload of about fifty people arrive. They're selling something - products of some kind, religion, I can't remember for sure - and severely hassling my people, and pissing me off in particular. I order them to be put in one hole, and left there (to die, presumably), and go off to be alone. A day or so later, I decide to return, filled with sorrow at my actions, and am relieved to see that, in my absence, my people have fed the salesmen, and are looking after them. I make my peace with their leader, and get ready to leave, on some kind of quest for redemption...
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