Saturday, April 02, 2005
without clouds
I have a job here, now. Look for my picture and words in this magazine.
and for the two of you who are all interested and stuff, I'm working on two books:
a collection of microfiction entitled Subterraneo and one of aesthetics, brainy street theory, music history and honest talk called Invisible Turntables that I'll probably independently publish and slang like Houston rappers do tapes out of their trunks.
the new Beck album makes me feel all waked up. Quasimoto's new record is like looking into Rene Magritte's mouth while watching a television in there of old Good Times episodes. some guys from England named Weevil sent me a record called Drunk Light that sounds like Radiohead on a good day. and we all know good days are like, good, son.
(whats up there, anyways?)
