Monday, October 21, 2013

october all over

I've realized I'm no longer that person who likes gallery walks, despite loving art and being interested in others' creativity, sometimes it seems that the same art just sits on the walls or it's either so art-school-obtuse or banal that it makes me never want to portray the Clevelandia landscape ever again or do anything remotely inspired by graffiti aesthetic. But a friend from liberry school days has a shop there where she sells vintage things and does tailoring and alterations so I hung out at her housewarming party and talked to random people, met a few acquaintances in the real world for the first time, saw friends and former roommates that I hadn't seen in awhile, and then returned home to clean the apartment and sleep for lack of creativity.

I took a Clevelandia newbie friend down to my favorite library booksale, where volumes of art books and medieval mysticism and sundry tunes were acquired. This Massive Attack b-side will probably be on a few mix compilations in the near future.

It was cold in my apartment because I'm fighting the urge to turn on the heat so I ended up heading back out in the warm car to pick up homie from work because the bus takes forever and the rain is super-cold. He bought me a coffee, made me laugh with his Vedder impersonations, and slipped me some gas money which I ended up spending on the mother lode of thrift-store records down the street from him, African roots reggae comps, old traditional Irish reels, a hefty stash of old-school country  (Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Loretta Lynn), psych (Nektar) and 80's weirdness (Talking Heads, Roxy Music, the Cure) and that first Nugent solo album which is damn good despite dude's more recent clownery. You have 27 albums here, says the checkout clerk. I don't believe it either. 

The fill-in at the radio station was good, happy listeners requesting Mars Red Sky and Meat Puppets and Karp.
And sunday morning comes, we play music, college radio compadre's been a drummer extraordinaire and it's a pleasure to lock into his drums when I'm playing bass.We get coffee and study afterwards while I try to sort through legal options for a friend in a tight spot, hang out with the little sis for a bit, and then meet up with homie for pumpkin carving with his incredibly nice neighbors and late night dinner with the roommate. It's so late I joke I don't need breakfast and it's true. I should be more tired, but I'm escaping for the afternoon for lack of work to get some darkthroning in. This October has been so beautiful.