Scott writing about Opening For Tricky, “You love a guy’s music for 14 years and a quarter of the conversation you have with him is “LOOK! MY PHONE GOES WOO-WOO!””
Today has been all sorts of determined costume panic, as eBay payment problems proliferated beyond belief. Eventually the place which relisted the one I won while I was having issues with their check-out even offered me a free costume to make up for the hassle, that’s how bad it got. (I told them it wasn’t necessary, as I never managed to actually give them any money, but they’ve insisted, so help me pick one?). The days were running by like a Bukowski novel, all wild horses and too little time, drawn out in sentences that only ended when a gun fired or the sun went down, but a very nice lady somewhere in California completely saved me, and has mailed one overnight to a mail-drop in Point Roberts, which means I’ll have my costume in time for the Parade of Lost Souls, Vancouver’s only Hallowe’en party. Which spares me murdering someone, which I appreciate.
In other news, David and I finally got to spend a nice evening with some of our new neighbors. (Nice, sane, geeky people have been replacing the cracked out addles who riddled the building when I first moved in.) We met them as I was climbing up onto the roof to take a picture of an amazing rainbow that cradled the east yesterday evening. There I was, up a ladder, obviously where I’m not supposed to be, industriously removing the trapdoor padlock, when from behind and below me, someone clears a throat – a situation that could have gone badly. Thankfully, it wasn’t the landlord, but a sweet new friend who took us in for dinner and giggles with his incredible girlfriend until almost midnight. Now I’m extra glad of where I live. We might be holding onto the edge of the Drive by the scraped edge tips of our fingernails, but it’s worth it.
Nagi Noda’s final music video: Precious, for Japanese pop singer Meg.