Monday, September 11, 2006
Can't escape 9/11 here and I don't much feel like talking about it. What is there to say that doesn't sound awkward? But I do remember finally shutting off the TV that day and watching Steve Martin's The Jerk, trading one kind of mindlessness for another, much preferable one.
Work: blah blah blah.
Studio: work work work.
Music: Neko Case's Fox Confessor Brings The Flood. Jesus. Especially "Maybe Sparrow"
Finished up the "Foliage Coat" but for a few minor touches. No blackbirds, no Root Babies. I am thinking about giving them a rest until I get back from Chicago and the Lisa Boyle opening.