almost too much action this weekend.
2) tommorow finds me in a weird-arsed, highbrow portland hotel. here ensues the President’s Conference of a labor union with which I’m affiliated. between the reactionary and the mediocre fall davey, goff, courtney and moi. i do hope they’ve a pool at the joint. regardless i’m bound for an emotional, very special reunion with ex-deke falconer mashed potato dave clark, slated for dive bars city-wide.
3) sunday is best of all. sunday = jay farrar + anders parker = gob iron! this rock show is going down at a bar called the doug fir where the squids too have rocked. it’s a tiny place (200 people, maybe) with pro sound. i’m going to drink whiskey and shed cathartic tears, all stereotypical-like. if you knew how due i am for a good cry, you’d know how necessary this’s.
quite a few days, these ones ahead. nobody’ll get hurt, i’m sure. gotta go string my gtr.