winter of crows - page 14 (gone to recycled sounds on main street) 



'boffer of other people's girlfriends,' nips calls christopher. i've got a long history of, if not actually (for the most part) boffing them, at least falling in love with other's people's girlfriends, fiancées, wives, what have you. i am here to say, it is a bad idea and wasted time. a properly motived person would agree with the possum that such a pursuit should bore you shitless, but when you are in the grip of it, it doesn't seem that way.

devil if i know where that stoplight is--i think i just made it up--but with the crow, it's great. this was, as crude as it appears, the finest work i had ever done. as crude as! yes, look at the--well, that's the 56 or the 57 coming up main street there, but that looks awful, and you couldn't tell that it was Main if i held a shotgun on you. that's saint paul's episcopal church there, one of the more attractive churches in kansas city--westport's really riddled with god's houses, though why he'd live in this gomorrah i do not know; perhaps the rent's good for him after the first ten homes.

recycled sounds is used/new/independent record store--sort of a rockabilly empire records where the clerks are too cool for you. not as bad as the arizona trading company, but purt near the same species of animal. recycled's a great place, and were i not so poor i'd go there more often. i fear that it will someday not be there any longer. such a place is the correct venue for my ideal of distributing local music (while at home one crushes the record giants by stealing national label talent from the internet,) but reality doesn't always work out.

but christopher can't get music off the internet . . . it's always 1996 or 1997 in his world, if not earlier . . . so he's here for some chris isaak.

 

Posted: Wed - June 9, 2004 at 08:11 AM             |

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