Blurt > Blur.

Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but still.

Here are two excellent noise/drone tapes I got, one by S ND Y P RL RS + PAUL NOVIK and one by HSDOM at Colpa Press in San Francisco (which was based in an awesome quasi-newsstand). Check out New Wedding Avant-Garde, which is the label both artists are on.

I tried to not look up what events I missed in New York, but I found out that the last day I was there, there was a gala benefit for Joan Jonas and Steve Reich at the legendary art venue The Kitchen, and James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem was having a DJ set there.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

And ESG are having their final NYC show in June. I didn’t even know they were breaking up. :(

Man, Shangri-La’s were so bad-ass.

I bought too much Arthur Russell recently. No regrets.

I’m amazed I was coherent at all in my last post.

Anyways, I’m heading home today, hungover and all, so this will be my last, “Hey, guys, I’m on a trip!” post.

I’m drunk as all hell now.

My sister’s friends, for some bizarre reason, took us to a straight bar and it was bloody obnoxious.

Some girl tried to hit on me, and while I felt very flattered, I was like, “Oh, by the way, I’m a gigantic nerd,” and she promptly lost interest.

Now, this makes me feel two things.

1) That I am a gigantic geek and don’t really know how to flirt when it’s offered to me. I don’t feel at all very confident in social situations.

But…

2) That, even when I’m fairly inebriated, I still manage to be myself, and I don’t feel the need to try and hide myself to anyone. I’m me, and even though there’s times where I hate myself for being that, I can still accept that that’s who I am no matter what, and pretending I’m someone else would be a waste of energy.

Also, even if this girl in question was pretty trashy, it was still kind of flattering to be at least be considered for my looks, even if she didn’t know I was a super dork.

Addendum: I didn’t literally say, “Oh, by the way, I’m a dork.” I was like, “Oh, going to a club like this is not usually my thing, but this is pretty fun,” which is PRETTY MUCH just as bad.

Bought too many records here in San Fran. One was a Factory Records dance compilation that has this gem on it.

Found a limited edition CD (500 copies only) of this band in a New York record shop. Never heard of them prior to seeing the CD and info about them on the web’s hard to come by. Figured it’d be a nice souvenir from NY, seeing how the cover’s by Keith Haring.

Turns out it’s a funky all-girl band who were part of the No Wave scene. Best…souvenir…ever.

So I walked just ONE BLOCK, ONE, and I saw a cat on a leash, two five-year-old boys holding hands, and a restaurant called Harvey’s (named after Harvey Milk) that was playing Drop Dead Gorgeous on the TV.

I…What…HOW HAVE I NEVER BEEN TO THIS AREA BEFORE? IT’S EXTREMELY WHIMSICAL IN THE BEST SENSE.