Sinister: paint the white house plaid

[Corpora Arenacea]

God I can't believe I went to a show this weekend.
I brought my books to the gig for fuck's sake.
I thought Belle and Sebastian were good.... you know, there just aren't 
many bands that do quiet well.  Even in concert, every song sounded like 
leaves falling on dusty pages. Except for those parts in "Stars of Track 
and Field" that sound like horse races. Oh, and the Little Richard piano 
flourishes, yes, I liked them but they were a bit much. For long 
stretches no one even lit a damn cigarette they were so rapt.
I did in fact wear a dashiki, which certainly, somehow, makes 
conversation with indie-rockers easier but is infinitely dangerous, I 
found out, in the U-Street-Cardozo area.  I can't tell you how many 
poison looks I got that just screamed "cultural perpetrator".
I met list people. Weirdness. No wonder I e-mail. 
Many people were disappointed by the gig. Some looked like they wanted 
to cry. I didn't, I don't think, understand what was possibly 
disappointing, except that my grandfather did not come back to life as 
I'd hoped but whatever. 
O.K. here's the real weirdness, SMurdoch looks just like my friend 
Patrick, who is your archetypical soundman: loud, hypermasculine, 
glandular, pierced genitals, fast eater, psychotic driver. Thanksgiving 
dinner at Patrick's house, all eight courses, took about fifteen 
minutes.  Larger than love, yes. So seeing Patrick up on stage I of 
course didn't expect him to sing like such a wuss. Duh. Isobel was very 
cute, I'll admit, as the Tee-eye-double-guh-er. Playing a cello. With 
these awful brownish-wet runs down her pants, I think they miked her 
squooshing. At future gigs you all must pelt her with TP. I felt very 
bad that there was a front of really tall honkers right in the middle so 
all the shortish pop fans just got to see a lot of shoulderblade during 
the show, I let them all ahead of me in vain hopes that they'd see 
around them. 
The show ended and I got lost. 
By the way, "Corpora Arenacea" means "brain sand". As you get older your 
brain really does turn to sand. I know.

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