In room, bedroom listening to Life Preserver record. Just spoke to Maddy not long ago. She was by herself walking in downtown Seattle, WA. Had just said Goodbye to Duncan. took the train back up to Vancouver, Jackie guitar loops in track 3 side 1 right now. I miss Maddy. She keeps my feet on the ground, Makes me feel not as crazy. Then more crazy. The trouble we have with males in our lives. This weekend with Allison was intense. I'm glad that even though, we don't spend much time together that she relates enough, finds me friend enough to lay it all down for me, her feelings about things. Mainly men, and boys. And she listens to me. What I can't just talk to anyone about. Sometimes it's just relieving to let out in audible words to listening ears your love for another person, even if that very person can' hear you. She's currently in some trouble with this 2 years-post-mormon, 32-year old guy in her breakdance zone named Stefan who lifts weights and barely listens to music. Strange stuff. She though with waning interest for him herself, is hurt feeling that she's been used. A weekend of on and off girltalk, cat talk. Laying on stomachs on my bed, over hot dogs and tots at Happy Hound on Friday, Steve's Lunch perogies, and bad service this morning at Jo Jo's over coffee, 3 dollar coffee and croissant and muffin. Don't go to Jo Jo's Sunday at 10:30 am if you don't want to see the yuppie-parents -of-the-white-kid-you-had-a-crush-on-your-junior-year-of-high-school-but-was-a-year-older-with-the-Cramps-tote-bag. I called them out before I remembered who they were. Funny, I also saw Rob driving down 25th St. In a white sedan, windows down, music blaring just the other day.
Mom and I watched Audrey & Alan Arkin in "Wait Until Dark" tonight after a Madonna super-bowl halftime show. I finally got my tape artwork scanned at Julia's after many failed attempts at other sources. Realizing I would rather my shitty pop star name be "Regina Regallo"after "Reginald Regallo" , revolutionary psych doctor in Italy in think in the 1700s who said "if we treat the mentally ill with kindness we will cure them." More likely at least. Screwed that at anytime ideas like that had to be revolutionary. one man freed from chains and darkness after 40 years exclaims at seeing the sky "How beautiful!". That really resonated with me. So at some point, "Regina" it will be. Listen all of this talk of history and philosophy. I'm beginning to sound like John Hurley. You visit his home, and you get a lecture from him on Constantinople and the reality of Jesus as he passes in front of you sitting on his couch while smoking 8 cigarettes and then saying he'll punch you in the face if you try "falling for him"
Maddy comes home on Saturday morning.
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