The Black Rider Spanked Me. Again.

2004-09-19

Hello, you sweet little lovers. On Wednesday, my Lady Friend and I went to see The Black Rider. Holy insanity. It's a musical based on a crazy ass Spanish fable. It was written by William S. Burroughs (Naked Lunch, lots of drugs, etc). The songs and lyrics are by Tom Waits (my favorite after Johnny Cash) and it stars rock goddess legend Marianne Faithful.

Fuck. Yeah. Apparently it's been showing in Australia, and their stop in SF is "an exclusive North American engagement." This is why I live in this city; sometimes the druggies come to town.

So, that was fun. I felt like I was tripping. I think there was a bird, a gun, self-spanking, dead deer and many people who looked like Beetlejuice, but it's hard to say.

I've been so busy lately. Between orchestra, band, practicing for both, freelance work, commuting and real work, I can barely breathe. Sometimes I read the blog of this guy I work with. He updates like 6 times a day from work and talks about all the TV programs he watched or wants to watch. I can't believe he has time to do that at work (I'm hauling ass, rawr!) and he has time to watch so much TV in his life (I'm hauling ass, rawr!). No fair.

And now it's time for the weekend smoke update! After almost two weeks, I feel much more sane. I'm still a bitch, but, admittedly, I was pretty much a bitch before I quit puffin'. I'm still craving, but it's not so entirely overwhelming. Two things, for the record, that I did not remember from my last jaunt in smokeless misery.

1) quitting smoking fucks your sleep patterns

2) quitting smoking lowers your tolerance to alcohol

Basically, I'm drunk, tired, bitchy and fagless. Love to love you, baby.

LAST FIVE:
Hot Porn - 2005-07-23
Choogle - 2005-04-29
On Quicksand and Hydration - 2005-03-05
Bra Bustin' - 2005-01-15
Fuckhead Fuckers (and Other Happy Tales) - 2004-11-04
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