nick maybury, bowery beasts, betsey johnson, viper room
los angeles loved me with less smog
listening to radiohead in a cab on the way to viper to help maybury, the traffic jam, and thom yorke singing us through all the smog to the moments of transcendence.
there were two significant sessions.
one called neptune, and one halley's comet.
they were happy times.
but neptune was deep inside the miroslaw balka sculpture, how it is, or the holocaust and edith piaf and einsturzende and nick cave with dustin mosley.
and halley's comet was inside the arsoned house, and a premonition of my father's horror novel, and evil.
when all your wishes come true, what do you wish for?
the cessation of desire: accedia, followed by the resumption of desire for living, could then be summed up as raison d'etre, and amor fati, and festine lente. and the om.
the new nick maybury melody sticks in my brain. i used to think we had a telepathic melodic sense. but sometimes its more like telepathic everything.
i want to write about fashion and music, but i have to post the latest on anna von hausswolff.
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