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I came back to the Dynashack this morning and found Cecelia the Brazilian Girl and Monster Boy sleeping on the couches in the living room. Andrew and I were both going to be gone today, so I had to leave them my key and I couldn't lock the door. All the tensions concerning the skinheads and the thug Chaz, in addition to the high possibility of burglary at this time of year, have me feeling paranoid about security at the Dynashack. I am embarrassed by the fact that it is becoming a hotel for homeless friends. If Morgan Anarchy and Toni Dirtbag should start crashing there or hanging out in my room, I swear I'll kill somebody.
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Today at the Shaque I redid the computer desk to accomodate two screens and two computers, one running DOS and the other my trusty Mac IIsi running at 24 MHz (I'm typing this web page on that now). I also wrote a new little story for the Big Fun site about pirating electricity in the Spring of 1996. My plans are to eat dinner with the folks and maybe spray the cherry trees in the front yard with fungicide so as to fight Black Knot disease.
On the local Shenandoah Valley rock and roll station there is a glaring demonstration of poor target marketing in one of the advertisements. It's an ad for Circuit City, and it starts out with the sound of a Rag Time band coming in over an AM radio. It's supposedly an example of how radio sounded when Circuit City was founded. Then the background sound changes to a hi fidelity broadcast of lite pop jazz, the sort used in an awful lot of advertisements geared at the 50 and older crowd. It's completely the wrong sort of music for the audience of rock and roll fans. It leaves me with a poor sense of connection to Circuit City. It's a failed advertisement.
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After spraying the heavily-pruned cherry trees for the black knot fungus, I headed back to Charlottesville.
My pre-work nap began at about 9pm.
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In other news, a yellow Ryder Truck was seen in front of Goth Central today. It seems Theresa and Persad are packing up and leaving town. Presumably they're going into hiding: from the law and from the skinheads. That's got to suck, but it must also be exciting.
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Mother of all Saints is so hopelessly zany and weird that it makes me glad I share the planet with such freaks. It's adorable like a toddler sailing rubber duckies in a toilet while screeching space ship noises. Every now and then the music collapses out of weirdness into credible music, often with a Medieval, Middle Eastern or utterly unfamiliar tonality. Lyrics are mumbled incoherently and most instruments are plucked note by note chordlessly. Then you'll become aware that a song has lingered perhaps a little too long upon a riff. Suddenly you realize the riff is underlain with the sound of a chainsaw (listen to track 19: "Raymond H."). Track 16 "Tuning Notes" gets my award for the single most annoying song not played on VH1; the CD is somehow designed to skip on a certain track for a predetermined and highly irritating amount of time.
Retreat from Memphis by contrast, is much more recognizably "music." It's sort of Brit Pop done with loud guitars and especially thick British accents. The first track features excellent trance-inducing guitar work.