~ I can’t figure out the lock on the new washroom door here at the new office. It makes almost zero intuitive sense. I think I missed the seminar on its operation.
~ I recorded a new 4-track Babel album on the weekend. I have mixed feelings about its ridiculous Gown-ishness. Well, with a whole lot of Pins of Light falsetto singing. And a whole lot of space-echo. And copious amounts of tape-hiss. And no outright yelling.
~ Last night’s Urbane Decay rehearsal was more promising than the gong-show of a train-wreck of last week. We even got through “Bent Hearts” without looking at lyrics sheets and only one argument over who sings the line “It’s okay for friends to cuddle.”
~ Mailed out Urbane Decay and DWE discs to campus radio across the country yesterday. Also to my favourite CBC show, Freestyle, which on my drive home last night I heard is being canceled and replaced with… seriously… ANOTHER GOD-FREAKING-DAMN JIAN GHOMESHI SHOW. That guy riles me. When he dissed Jefferson Airplane‘s super-fantastic “Rejoyce” last summer as a “terrible hippie acid flashback” and then actually apologized for playing it [because it was requested by his 14 year old guest]… it was on. I vowed to to kick that sophist’s ass someday, somehow, somewhere. And now he’s kicking my favourite show off the air to make way for more of his inane, naive, sophomoric ramblings. This, I’m afraid, actually means war.
WHAT THE HELL??