January 26, 2012 Thursday

Afternoon Time - Looking up at my bedroom in it's chaos. The kawai drum machine Andy Wright is letting me take for a test try he's asking 20 dollars for. Copying another of my double tape mixes. Still need to get one in the mail to Count Wood Wolf, odd dude but perhaps, just misunderstood.

George Ding sprung on me the chance to assist him with loading and unloading his DJ set up to this design firm tonight. He's Djing for a pretty long time and it's some office party, so I'm not really wanting to go, but George's feeling sick after our bike ride downtown and I feel bad. He said he'd even pay me a little bit, but I feel a bit bad doing it that way. Still no leads on a work that will put me in a good spot again. Maybe I really should go sniff around Farm Head Tap and Brew again. Don't know why she stopped trying to work with me. I don't know if they had anything done. I need to get out on foot and scout. It's just hard in t his rain. It's better than sitting here yelling at Moon Child  to stop scratching my records, napping after radio shows eating lousy food. I need to start recording again, I have to get my keys and drum machine back from Alan & Hank. I shouldn't have loaned them out, just giving myself more excuses to not accomplish the things I would like to. And that's trouble.

6pm - Some building, warehouse on E.36th & perhaps near Asiatown or in Asiatown more like. Around the corner from Spin Dial in fact. George's got me here to assist. Helped him load his car at home, and unload here at the spot. Some design studio. White painted brick, gray painted floor with a giant white circle that will layout George's dance floor. Will I dance? We will see. Danita is teh woman's name throwing the party for her coworkers/clients, biggest client would appear to be Lilly's Ice Cream/ There's a big sleek white coffee table in front of me. It's square and has a giant glass serving bowl piled high with oranges. Maybe they're clementines. It's the perfect set-up for their little design firm. Ikea LP shelves full of good reference materials, a large floating mounted dry wall covered in tacked drawings and photoshop prints, Mac desktops, big windows, and odd hngings of rope lined with day-glo quilted towels. Would not have been a decor choise I would have made. Reminds me of those "sweaters" people knit for parking meters and trees. The rule is out on when George will actually play. There's a nice spread of wines, pretzels, sesame snacks, cheeses, even a barrel with non-alcoholic drinks, ginger ale, orange soda, and juice boxes from Trader Joes. I wonder if they're expecting kids, I knew they weren't expecting me.

Drove George's car down the street to grab some soup for George and I at "Phuket Thai" Oddly enough, Maddy and I came here once in high school or that summer and there was some misunderstanding about the price of food. Some fiasco. The place is slow. One couple and a group of 3 giggling ladies, I bet they're old friends. Somebody else comes in to dine alone. But he knows the server girl and they hug.

I leave George talking about the strangity of the weather we've been having. Dry, cold, little snow and now all of this rain. How Seattle had a snow storm in the last week. Some extreme weathers for everybody. Freaks George out a little bit, I don't know what to think. The 2012 shit, talked to mom the other night about it. She doesn't think too much on it she claims, but she brought up some curious things. I'd never before heard of the Nazca land drawings. Huge hills in the shape of robot men, spiders, horses. Mom exclaims "How could they build these things without seeing them from the sky?" I say maybe their building methods and cartography by assistance of astronomy helped. She thinks maybe visitors came and drew them for landing spots.

1. Dancing is not for clutching your beer or wine spritzer at the same time. I say no. Slap it out of your hand.

2. Is grandpa hooking sonny around waistband and dancing to Rupert Holmes "If You Like Pina Coladas" cute or weird?

3. Free leg warmers at the end of the night. So... that's what it's all about. Charming. I want kids to play with, but I'm not convinced whether or not I would be looked at as a creeper for picking up one by the arms and swinging them around. So swingable.

Dance party for kids

Mom also talked about Easter Island. How did those statues get there? Were they meant to welcome something or scare them away? She thinks they're pretty foreboding. They are pretty creepy. But what if they are depictions of some visitors who came? Aliens who look like the statues on Easter Island? Then Maddy brings up that documentary she saw last year at the film festival, "Into Eternity" about some group in the Norwegian mountains trying to figure out what kind of signage they could create to warn people or other life forms however many thousands of years into the future to stay away from nuclear waste buried in the caves that is being stored. What if the civilization at Easter Island built these statues as a warning to protect us?

The ladies room in this place is neato. Looking all untouched from maybe the 1960s, minus the automatic flushers. Even has a shower. All tile, even on the walls. A full length mirror with face mirrors, it's own little nook, with a strip of plugs. I can just picture women getting ready for work, etc. at the beginning of their day. I do kind of feel like a moody teenager as now and then a party goer, curious walks into the darkened break room and passes me at the table with this notebook, even as the yellow streetlamp shines through those great old windows. The room glows. The Pepsi machine has little soda cards with logos that haven't been changed since the 90s, and the neon light fixtures are really cool. If I laid on the floor, they'd look like this. I wonder what's in the fridge.

4. George is sick, get him a ginger ale. I love how there is an unspoken cooperation, everyone finishing off abandoned half full cans!

10:30 - People are dancing now. For the love of god just wear the leg warmers on your legs where they belong. I'm fading in Nelly's "It's Getting Hot In Here" for George while he finds a place to piss. For being a design firm holiday party, there sure are some awful dressers. It's like somebody let John Carroll design a fashion collection. The place where muffin tops run free and bad sweater vests are signs of merit. At least the music is good. Janet Jackson's "Nasty". Geez I don't know what some of these people would do without Great Lakes Brewing Company. Who am I going back and forth between Miss Patti Smith's book, ginger ale and notebook. A couch potato.

It's raining good and heavy. I'm thinking about the person in the sleeping bag under the gazebo outside George's apartment in the flats. I worry about them. What is that person afraid of I wonder?