everything will happen before we die

everything will happen before we die, and i am so glad to have chatted with brian mcguire about inevitability, look-alikes, mantras, the dream worlds . . . . six years dreaming . . . and so much much art . . . had to listen to the january copperpeace maybury bit, as i so jones for some wizardry, vimeo has great footage. and really just so happy for everyone. stella hurt her finger a bit destroying the drums, at hotel cafe, and we are so lucky to have her when we do. andy clockwise debuted a new song "children of the boulevard" and was in perfect form. sal brought rootsy piano to the fray. the stella/andy duet "open relationship" had me in stitches. it was so "the kills" meets what? caberet, musical theater, mores tres moderne, sick, sick, sick!!!! i wonder if the crowd needs preaching to, though? are clockwise fans more than likely more polyamorous than average?
i've seen so many good things at hotel cafe. feel most wistful for Ane Brun . . . and her heart-wrenching folk.
i wanted to give andy this ridiculous collage i made, but it seems he'll be traveling and it would not be practical. we must love him while we can and show in full force for spaceland April 14. the "worried bill's requiem" really sank in this time, tales of welfare checks, and jesters in law school. a new fan, diane, was wise to his smarts. andy threw my rubber-band ball down the alley, but i didn't run and fetch . . . really hope everybody loves each other, as might be evidenced by group hugs, and no name-calling on any side.
in other news, the verdict on twitter, is that mcguire is anti-, andy says its just another way to waste time, and maybury's playing with dope programs like ableton and and the lemur touchscreen hypertoy, johnna of copperpeace twits brilliantly and wefollows too, and is just so refreshingly wonderful, so i'm happy i can surveil my friends and idols from a 140 keystroke microblogged distance, though i'd really just love to chat for hours . . . but at least we can twit . . .
thanks to a party march 17th in chinatown courtesy of james oscar i met a wonderful new friend
"nothing is original" the pseudonym of brilliant artist, travis winn. i've had the pleasure of getting to know a bit more of his craft as documentarian, photographer, designer, music programer, DJ.
it is funny that he worked for the gallerie michael beverly hills for years producing their catalogues. i love that place, and to see the art flying through.
he's moving to costa rica . . . not a bad idea . . .
excited girl talk is at coachella, though still on the fence as to the advisability of so much sunburn and heatstroke . . .
writing about serious things elsewhere, and feeling peevish, if not plain surreal and kafkaesque lately . . . but that's neither here nor there, and the verdict is that friendship is so humanizing . . . and one must have good friends . . . as all depart on creative sojourns unknown, i wish peace and joy to all, and feel nearly recovered after so much silence, and the birds sing outside my window . . . . brett's styling haircut still drives me crazy. found out it was for a movie . . . and torrance at the burgandy room is as gracious as ever, and i think he even called me pretty, which would never happen in hollywood . . . cara is a comedian . . . and was so funny talking to her broken blackberry . . .