Saturday, February 26, 2005
vector love
typewriter noise: sometimes, in the middle of the day, surrounded by fluttering pieces of wind and the chattering homeless on thick, gray streets all I want to do is be a mechanism--a machine of memory--for history. (when people go outside and watch the world like: stop making characters that are not like the ones we will ever dream of. nas as a modern-day langston hughes. (at a bookstore today, I realized that this guy was a better writer than I thought). also, if autores had hair like this guy, we'd have our own VH1: DIY Authors do the Damn Thing.
(I walked into a record store here in Austin two days ago and found myself bumping into people, watching my Britpop-looking friend snag free beers while I looked around and wondered. Minutes later, I wandered to the part of the store where there was tens of scruffy-haired kids sitting in front of an empty stage and I thought: what a wonderful metaphor for modern music. this band Autolux played some hair-moving rock that involved wahwahwah and gggggggggrrraaaaaaaaowowowowowowowow-kinda stuff. dreampop from LA that sounded like Blur on heroin: accidental fun is the best.)
it hurts to be hip: what a thesis. according to dj rupture, its worth a page turn or two.
thirteenandgod is worth an aural page turn as well. weirdos.
