On the streets. Waiting with my bike outside Kinko's on E.9th st downtown for George Ding to print some fliers for some DJ gig on February 12. Gonna get some coffee. George's hands get really cold easily. It's not very cold. I can see my breath, but no snow. Just some dry coldness. I wonder how Leo and Claire are. Lookking at tall buildings here I think of The Avengers movie setting up shop in this very spot. Making E.9th into New York City. Really funny. I wonder what the two of them are doing. Next time we see Leo, he'll probably be apart of Bjork's entourage.
Later I have a date of some kind with Maxine Rockell and gonna go hear Henry spin kraut/psych records in the Happy Hound basement. Looks like that will be me again on February 29th. I miss San Francisco. Should I talk to Jeff Lewis? I've made it so intensely weird by letting it go this long not speaking to him. He said he wanted to know me forever and that we would both be famous.
Raven E.9th - So. Babysitter's Club, but for DJs. George and I talk about clever ideas. How they make such a difference in the production of a dance floor. Multiple copies, blown up of one single image, a pretty girl in his case. Minimal components to maximum effect.
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