january second --
will this be for us the happiest of newest years? I hope yes.
I'd like to tell you all a story of two days ago. It is strange and involves many names, none the least of which is Hawk, which will appear again little later.
I am a bit bothered by not knowing where to begin, especially as there is no end -- though I do suspect that by writing it all outwards it will dissipate into space. Also I am not sure how much I remember. This will be funny though, I happily guess.
George is an older man whose job it is to engineer suction and vacuum systems for sewage and waste. My earliest prominent memory of him is watching him argue the point with Kelly, my roomate Chris' girlfriend, that The Cure never sold themselves out. Kelly's voice is granulated and horrifying. George's slides around as his jaw does the same, and I could tell he would be happy to keep denying Kelly's statement until he fell asleep.
I went with George to the Spy Bar on the 31st from where we took a bus that came to pick up those going to The Studio, the first Dance venue of the party that was to then move on to the Unit -- an illegal tin shack about twice the size of Cedar Street's kitchen. The music produced inside the Unit was beautiful, especially the set played by Marco of Rufus.G.Poindexter who popped his way into the future with pure boom-beats...
...Felix realized he had forgotten his records in the southside flat, and I realized I forgot my phone in Esmee's flat. When Nice n Sleazy's finally opened, I was leaning against the door, refusing to let the staff open it for they had refused to let us in from the cold even 5 minutes early. I drank my beer and lay back and closed my eyes and suddenly I had a single sensation of this golden color and this golden sound and the golden cold and this golden misery and this golden beauty. It was stunning and then sad and then just a few seconds of nothing I've ever experienced before, but that's in retrospect only. I believe I have maxed out this new years and now it is work for me and something steady. Human-wise, i aim to make some music. I have been, but of course I haven't finished any songs or anything even close.
I went back for my phone and on the tv esmee and ollie were watching caroline (who's flat it was, not esmee's) when she was a baby -- a video transfer she and her brother Chris, my roomate, picked up when they returned home for christmas. It is virtually always playing in Chris' room, that and some martial arts movie. I've been telling people to see crouching tiger hidden dragon, which is now showing here, but I doubt anyone will.
My story has ended I realize. I still have an hour before work. I imagine I will go to nice and sleazy's. Yesterday I went back there after grabbing my phone and met up with Hawk who was a completely different person, much harder to understand, talking about some shows he was going to put up and how he had to go eat, or i don't know, i was a complete rock-head. Some shady man kept ashing on me, and the bartenders were taking breaks to smoke pot in the corner booth. I stared at the wall, and jumped with a jolt (the kind you get when you're falling asleep). I got up, winked at felix, and went home to sleep, but not before devouring a sandwich.