hansen's exhibit of the covers of all the tiny chaps he's published in his series looked great. last night it rained hard. the little gallery was unheated and the sound of the rain pounding the roof made it at times difficult to hear the more soft-spoken readers. but there was a good crowd. and hansen, as usual, did an outstanding job for the first night of a month-long series of readings and exhibits. pictures forthcoming as soon as i load them to my laptop.

there was some kind of technical problem so we had to forego the screening of a documentary about last fall's levyfest. a bummer, but richard owns the dvd so i'm gonna have to buy him some beer so i can watch it at his place.

i'm a bit rusty at reading. it's been a while since i last stepped up to a mike and belted me texts. so invite me to read, and i'll do it for free! what a fucking deal! seriously.

randy prunty sent me some sound files of him reading with john lowther and tracy gagne. good shit, one in particular, boomtime, amazed me with the play and mix of synth, distorted guitar and acoustic guitar. reminded me a bit of some of the stuff i've seen on the net by cris cheek. i've still got dial-up, and my desktop is over five years old, so it took near goddamned forever to dowload those files. it was worth it.

tonight the beer is fat tire amber ale by new belgium, and the soundtrack is superfly by the late, great curtis mayfield. and who gives a shit about the academy awards. watched 10 minutes of it last night. that was all. some good movies up, and by now we all know which picture won the best film award. but is it awards that determines what we watch. fuck no! i thought rob zombie's the devil rejects should've been nominated. but no! no civilized cineaste would dare admit to liking such a film. would they now.

peace out