one warring faction

i tell the story about how i went to a show one time in high school, and the only thing i remember about the show-- not the band i went to see, who i went with, or anyhting-- the only thing i remember is this shitty opening band. they played like emo post punk keyboard stuff, i think. anyway, they were all jamming out, the music stops, and the singer yells, RELATIONSHIPS LIKE SPACESHIPS, and the music cuts back in. i remember standing there, not really thinking one way or the other, but after that line, i couldn't take it. i had to get out. that line didn't make any damned sense. but now. now, i mean, he might be right.


so i have to be in berlin on january 3rd, meaning i'll have to get on a plane on january 2nd. which is so fucking lame. i get back the 20th of december, so i'll have a monster 12 days to do everything i have to do. i wanted to tie up so many loose ends: i booked a sweet teeth show for january 6th in austin, i wanted to go see sara if we could work it out, i wanted to go see gareth (my roommate who's in chile till december). i wonder why no one ever visits, but i guess i rarely visit anyone, so i figured i'd take this oppurtunity, pre study abroad, to build some relationship capital i could use later on to lure friends to where i hang my hat. but, um, no longer feasible.

and honestly that's all i can think about. not about how rad it's going to be, or about where i'm going to go and what i want to see, or anything else-- just about how lame it is i have precious little time to dick around in texas.

i met joe hickerson today. he recorded one of the first ever versions of "kum ba ya." like, one of the very first ever. also, found out JOHN FAHEY went to american university! john fucking fahey. imagine that.