9:49 a.m. - 11.07.2003
It sounds like I'm on a sugar high but I'm really not
I think I found my new fav music magazine. It's called Under the Radar and it rules. The subtitle is "The Solution for Music Pollution." I fucking love that. Anyway, it has interviews with Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, my fav Mojave 3, Spiritualized, Broadcast, Dean & Britta, Broken Social Scene, British Sea Power (those cheeky wankers! did anyone see their "justify your existence" in the Onion? they're good times), Grandaddy, Buzzcocks, my girl Mirah and tons more. Plus they have lots of reviews and a whole section on producers! It's a music dork's wet dream. I have been gobbling it up. It's relatively new, only on issue #5, so I must subscribe and get the motherfucking back issues, too.
I have been STARVED for music. I didn't bring much (read: any) to my parent's house when I went home to get my stuff after I found out about the Big C. I was in a daze. I don't know what I was thinking. But I DO have Broadcast's tour only single because Angie got it for me when she went to the show. It's really good and all pink and white swirly and a mini-cd so it's extra cute & tiny. She also got me a copy of the new Mojave 3 when she went to the show, which I've had for months thanks to Soulseek, but of course I have to buy it, too. I can't cheat my Neil like that. However, I'm dying for the singles that I know must be out. I always have to get all of Neil's stuff. And I'm sure there are non-ablum tracks on the singles. Fuck! Why can't I go record shopping? Oh, wait, I remember, I'm stuck in the bloody fucking sticks! Count "no record shopping" as another reason I'm going to kick cancer's ass.
Caryl burned the new Paul Westerberg for me, which I will also buy at some point, of course. The "Come Feel Me Tremble" DVD comes out Tuesday. Caryl, Angie and I are in it for several songs, sitting right next to Paul on the couch. It is the best thing ever. We saw it on the big screen when they showed it in Chicago (at the Vic) and my cleavage was like 10 feet tall. I was wearing a particulary breasty shirt when I was sitting next to Paul for that particular show (we went to 6 of his shows last summer all over the country). We were all dying laughing when we saw it, especially my friend Mike. He kept saying my tatas were the co-star of the film.
I get to go to the city again today! Yay! My friend M. is going to come pick me up and I'm going to stay at his house and we're going to watch movies and just hang out. I'm sure I'll be asleep very early, but at least I'll be getting some excitement. A few of my friends are going to come over and hang out, too.
I go to the new doc on Monday to find out about the radiation and chemo plans, so I'm trying to pack all the fun in while I can. I've been extra exhausted this week, I think maybe because I pushed it too much last weekend and then again on Wednesday when Angie and Jessie came out to visit. But it was worth it, we had a lot of fun on Wednesday. And I bought a Missy Elliot CD when we went to Borders, so there. We also saw The Matrix, where I got to have a cherry slurpee.
My 15 year old niece was over last night and saw "My So-Called Life" box set and wanted to know what it was. So we watched the first episode and of course she loved it so I let her borrow it. I hope I don't regret it. If she loses it I will kill her. I love that fucking show so much. But I figure she's at the perfect age to watch it, maybe it will help her out. And she wants to be a writer, did I ever mention that?
I'm off to shower and pack an overnight bag.
