bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- julie's on the drug squad my stomach feels like it's a mess of knots that i can't untie. what am i so nervous about? everything and nothing all at the same time. this production of JB is quickly becoming a gigunda pain in the ass. we still don't *definately* have a space for it. it will most likely be the millennium art center and not flakey film girl's house (who called jenny and asked jenny to come over and meet the woman who rents (but doesn't live in) the room that we'd be using. i say rents but doesn't live in because she LIVES IN CHICAGO but still rents a room in WASHINGTON DC. i don't fucking know. jenny is now leaning towards the m.a.c. which, incidentally, is realllllllly cool. i think it's kinda slow-going, but a nice idear none-the-less. good god phone, stop ringing. walked around eastern market yesterday. there was a gorgeous black epiphone guitar and a red bass (!!!) but i didn't recognize the brand of the bass. it sure was pretty tho. and the frets were so low! it was practically fretless! beautiful. the guy said he could do 120 on the bass, but i couldn't get it. i mean, first, it would be like cheating on my danelectro, which i do love. and second, i'd feel retarded buying this pretty bass when my skillz aren't where they should be, you know? i did see a pretty inspiring show this weekend, calvin johnson and this girl kayla (???) who is 'get the hell away from the volcano' and this boy phill ('the microphones')(who are not the 'microphobes' whom i thought would be playing. i should clean out my ears) played. i wasn't so into the accoustic dead meadow stuff. i'm not so into dead meadow on the whole. lotsa people. get the hell away from the volcano was awesome. she's kinda like a female version of calvin, and infact did a cover of beat happening's 'gravedigger's blues'. i really love the black candy album. too bad it reminds me of noah, but i can listen to it now and only think about him. um.....maybe 1/3 of the times now. noah was not a clean break. usually the breakups kinda disovle, but with noah, oh it was yucky. and that's all i'm going to say about that. i was sweating like a motherfucker in there (and signal 66 had no water. what the fuck is that about? pack 200 people into a room and no water?) so jeffrey and i went ouside to get air and on the way out i felt this tap on my shoulder and i turned around and it was ian svenenious. he said hi, how are you and i said 'fine thanks, you?' and i really...i don't know. i don't think he knows who i am, unless he remembers me from the day in Millennium (this time it's the 20th century furnishings store up on U st.) and he and his girlfriend (?) and they were looking at this orange shaggy couch, and then this other couple was looking at the same couch. i don't know which couple ended up with the couch, because i had to buy a fan and get back to the tech of 2 gentlemen of verona. if he *does* remember me from that day, then he has the best memory in the world. because i don't think we've ever really been introduced, but our paths do cross and oh, whatever, i don't know. he probably thought i was somebody else. i just hope he doesn't think i'm mean because i'm pretty sure i had a shocked expression on my face when i turned around and saw whotapped me on the shoulder.
9:48 a.m. - 2001-08-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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