Past 1AM - "Your pony tail isn't stupid Pierre!" Yup that tall dark and dirty blonde and beautiful man is back in town with a funny haircut. I am not much joining in in the festivities going on outside my door. I am listening to Deutsche Wertarbeit and trying to pick stuff for the show tomorrow. Ms. Dorothy Roaske something or another. Beautiful. I went soundtrack crazy tonight. John Barry from Nicolas Roeg's "Walkabout" that at times sounded like Giorgio Moroder from the Neverending Story, Richard Bellis from Stephen King's "It". Thuds upon thuds go on out in the living room. I guess they are probably drunk wrestling. Maddy says in drunkenness outside the door. Pierre makes me dance with him to this song, Country Banjo song his dad used to play him. Made me nervous. I felt so dorky bashful about it. He was good too. Taking my hand and everything and as John Hurley says goodbye to me in my front yard he hugs so long I almost have flashbacks. But goes further into picking me up and trying to spin around and be "dramatic" as he said we fall and fall hard. I hit my knee pretty good completing a great grass stain on the old khaki pants that make me look pregnant and fly-down all of the time anyway. Such a cuddly goodbye from that kid. Makes me nostalgic to have that closeness with somebody I care about. Hugging, touching, cuddling. That last was Robin. Must go to sleep. Lots of work to do tomorrow and Nicolas Austin is coming to town with Lee and Tony again! lots to paint. Got some beautiful colors tonight. Then ate a donut against my better judgement and reason at the Pleasure Dome.
9PM - Beau Animale next to Granger & James Spader. Maddy talks of the Cinemateque schedule and Cane Cambell right next to her watching her talk. He thinks she's beautiful. We talk of "Walkabout". The soundtrack, Nicolas Roeg's storytelling, visually. Maddy hasn't talked to Cane directly much all night. I wonder what he's thinking. Now they're, Granger and Maddy are doing their Werner Herzog impressions. James Spader talks a lot with Stan Holland. Guy on laptop sits clearing away a basket of popcorn. I could listen to Granger tangent on about documentaries and oddities all day. I see Andy Wright is here. I should cough up 20 dollars for him. I owe him for the drum machine. Which I feel is becoming more and more worth it. I started working on a new song, used a programmed beat. The thing might be full. Probably from previous owner. But I like a lot of the patterns and they're pretty basic even. So many heads rested on fists rested on elbows. "No better test to weed them out then a noise show" said something of the like by Maddy. James Spader giving me his routine scowl. What would we be left with if we weren't arguing about something? About why I didn't care for Blade Runner, or why he thinks Stephen King can't finish books well. In defense I recap on sobbing at the end of "It" the book. And honestly the most interesting thing about Phillip K Dick I am aware of is that he claims to be haunted by his dead twin sister from the womb,. I've never read his books. But I read fewer and fewer fiction these days and sci-fi just doesn't interest me or hold my attention much. Tony hits switches, plugs in patches. This is a Rochelle Gonzales show. We walked in to lit candles. Nicolas Austin didn't make it. He was feeling sick. So it's just Tony with his solo noise. I'm feeling flushed I have to say Tony's "noise" is actually somewhat rhythmic. I can't believe I'd say so. I really miss some of those noise shows just for the times had with people mostly. All of these folks are split now. It seems like people are sadder all of the time. Or maybe Maddy is just more sad. I see her more than anybody No Jackie, little of Granger, no Brit Miller, little of Rochelle, no Zach Imbruglia, no Nacho House, little of Henry, No Jason. People and time will move. At least right now I have Maddy, James Spader, Marty, Carl, Jennifer, Jake, and Andy. And sometimes I see Granger. Even Granger is going by way of Path Cafe. Joining the train hopping kids.
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