ryman

I went to see Shellac play the other night, and my god was it good. Despite rumours of Steve Albini being a de-facto asshole, they were sharp and funny and loud as all hell. Their drummer is a crazy, goofy maniac (but loveable with it - think Scooby Doo crossed with Keith Richards) and Bob Weston is just so...cuddly.
Damn it, I'm strange.
I went shoe-shopping today when I shouldn't have. Made a god-awful day (i.e the first day back at work) just about bearable.
And I'm going to see I Huckabees tomorrow, which I am ridiculously excited about. somebody described trying to make sense out of it as "like having a large, angry autistic wasp buzzing around inside your head" which sounds very much like my kind of film.
right now I have to eat some Pasta and come up with an idea for an exhibition/event thing that's looming. Something about fractured geometries I think/.
or whatever.
x r