Here I am at home, listening
to stereo rock and roll music.
Wowee Zowee.
I've said it before, and
I'll say it again. Wowee Zowee is without a doubt the best Pavement
album. On e of my best of all tiem I think. It's also the album
that I know the least number of names of the songs. I'm listening
to the 7th song right now. It's a lot different through big headphones.
It's a much more intimate sound. I like it. I just started
listening to this album again this weekend. It takes the raw indie
sound of Slanted and Enchanted and mixes in a bit of the poppiness of Crooked
Rain Crooked Rain. Anyway, I'm on a big wowee zowee kick right now,
so I thought I'd mention it. The slide guitar in "Father to a sister
of thought" is really doing it for me right now.
I was reading The
Musings of the Gus at work yesterday, of which I'm only up to March
98. He had a recording of a conversation he had with his friends,
which was a nice little treat, cos I'd never heard his voice and it's nice
to be able to associate voices with people. Jessika's voice was lower
than I thought it'd be. It was like when I spoke with Mimi.
Her voice was lower than what I thought it'd be too. The Gus sounded
a lot dorkier than I thought he'd sound. Of course, the recording
was of them all fucked up, so maybe that was it.
I spoke with my childhood
friend Doug today. That was a welcome
breath of fresh air. He's still living in Austin, being a stand up
comic. Well, he has a job, but he's getting paid to play now.
I ain't seen that guy in a while. The last time we spoke was July,
I think the day JFK jr.'s plane went down. I'd just gotten back to Lexington
from DC with Rodzilla, and Doug called me at
Washington and Lee because he was flying back to Austin and was in Richmond
for the night. Had I known this, I would've goen to richmond instead
of smelly old DC. And then i kind of lost track of him. Or
his number. Anyhow, I miss that guy. Gotta miss the old school.
So class today was hellish.
Normally it's just bad, but today the classrooms were about 92 degrees.
And I had class from 2-9. With a little break in between. What a
fucking ball buster. I hate 10 hour days. For the first ten
minutes of my second class, I kept thinking how much I didn't want
to be there. I gotta stop doing that.
By the way, "Greg's
Wacky Homepage" just recently turned one-year old. Gooooooooo
Greg!
By the other way, I was
just wandering around the grounds and found March
17, 1999 sorta funny.