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lucky me--school is over for a moment--so its time to live for music again!

adorable band La Vendi gave me a CD at boardner's club moscow where keith 2.0 and his lads were spinning mean ladyhawk and princess superstar. met delightful dutch tourists who were appalled at the poverty in los angeles, the cost of university, the smog, the dirty streets, the unhealthy food.

godard's breathless on projection, keeping me enthralled as dancing and vintage french are my favorites---the escalator scene, when he says, i don't want to see you again, like an ascension.

downtown pershing square earlier was headed up by little red radio and a band formerly known as the muslims, spaceland under the stars.

dreamy time at cafe solar to see my radiant friend tony from oregon. and then walking him to the vine train i saw the nicky may, who told me of a jam at cranes i missed somehow, last night. he was off to gather percussion. lucky me, beauty on every corner, and music, and books in german, french, and swedish from the central library downtown. and this delicate feeling that happiness might prevail. holly telling me tales of life as a roadie, and love, and my little block opening up to the familiar sounds of lawnmowers and a tennessee accent like balm for the soul, and friend who treats me kindly, and momus "the cheque is in the post" or metric . . .

putting footage on the you tube, beacause somehow, when hunkered down over my mean books, or international law west concise hornbook as of gestern, twill be a comfort and solace, to love the art manifest before eyes.