Dear Friends,
I spent a bit of time last night writing a piece about Portland's Quasi for New Times. I really enjoyed the conversation I had with their drummer, Janet Weiss, who has played with so many musicians I admire. She was super cool.
I have been so fortunate to get to speak with so many cool people over the years. People have told me I should a book of my interviews and maybe I will, but I'm not done interviewing folks yet. Eventually, Amy and I will get our podcast going and interview a bunch more cool folks.
Anyway, I'm a bit spent at the moment, so I'll leave you with this:
The Tumescent Trope
Words get excited.
They're not promiscuous often, but they do like to do it.
They get around.
They pay the rent with salaciousness and savvy talk of lawyers, bedrooms, and dust.
Words play, feint, jab, and dissect the frogs in your throats.
Words get to have their day.
*****
Practice tonight and then showtime tomorrow.
UNSANE
(I'm excited)
*****
See you tomorrow.
I had a shirt once with this car on the front. Someone decided I didn't need it any more. It said "Unsane" on the back in big red letters like the ones on this album cover. It wouldn't fit me now, but I know a couple teenagers who would have probably liked the chance to fight over it.
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