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January 17, 2006
Night's the only time of day
Portland & Seattle t'were much silly fun. Sort of an extended lost weekend. Was great to see all of our friends (except Brenna, that bitch) and check out the Holocene scene. Hikes at Mt. Tabor, flying blind kittens, rad food, cheap thrift stores, afternoonfast at the Grand Illusion, Battlestar Galactica in mid-century condos, late-night snow panics, you get the point. Wait - "snow panics" sounds a bit suspicious, don't it? Well. Thanks to Xtina and Peter for putting us up in their house, awesometown. And thanks to Grammy for staying at home with the Jack while the old folks dusted their dancing shoes off.
Ski and I followed the States Rights/Birdman/Yacht/Panther/Fryk Beat crew around like lost, adoring puppies, catching their release party at Holocene and a smaller show at a gallery in Seattle. Both shows were really good times - I particularly dug Copy at Holocene, wow. Sine waves.
I had a show at a cool little bar called Dunes. A kind fellow named Mark was there, running the place and assisting my liver in achieving maximum toxicity. After my set, I DJ'd until, what, 4 in the AM? I dunno, but everybody danced! So there you go.
Was somewhat bummed that not one of the aforementioned Portland lap-pop crew made it out to the Night Night show. I just really wanted to see them there, I guess. Can't take it personally, of course. Oh well. Real peeps were in effect, so there you go again.
All in all, this last trip was further affirmation of how our collective heart swells for PDX and the Great Northwest. Maybe some day we'll have an opportunity to make a commitment, but for right now we'll keep flirting to the best of our ability.
YOUR FRIEND,
DANA
Posted by dana at 01:47 PM | Comments (0)
January 09, 2006
Kenny Bloggins
My dream-world is profoundly vibing me, man.
Check out this nugget of psychological detritus: early this morning I dreamt I was being led to the guillotine. I was in a procession of sorts, a calm death-march to the gallows, over bleak and rocky ground, shoulder to shoulder with the archetypal Dark Ages hangmen. All dressed in black, complete with hoods and bulky silence.
I remember attempting to negotiate my punishment with them, joking around a bit, maybe not fully aware of what was going on. The other accused captives ahead of and behind me looked at me in blank horror, or maybe pity. As we got closer to the execution stage, it became clearer to me that this was it, the End. I remember hoping the blade was sharp. As the gallowsmen and executioners went about their business with dispassionate precision, I couldn't help but admire their professionalism. Despite my feelings of, well, disappointment at having my head imminently severed from my body, I really felt privileged to be at the center of such a smoothly running operation.
Before the blade came down, I woke up, of course. Not in a panic or anything like you might expect. I was kind of amused and melancholic, until I felt this incredible pain in my neck: a horrible crick, probably the worst I've ever had, like a SuperCrick. Seriously psychosomatic nonsense, huh? My dreams are vibing me.
Despite this reckless plea for your attention, or maybe because of it, uh, I have a show as Night Night this Sunday in Portland - go here for details. Also Deathray will be on a CBS teevee show awkwardly named "Ghost Whisperer", starring Jennifer Rack Hewitt, this Friday eve - tune in to listen to "Edge of the World", an excellent soundtrack for ghosts.
And racks.
YOUR FRIEND,
DANA
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