Since it came up in conversation

Photos of Something For Rockets in my living room (the pea green scenario, with the bullfighting rug on the wall), at Whitewater, and a lifetime's worth of photos of a drunken Davey (as if anyone who knows him doesn't have too many of these already.) Can you see the simulacra of Rock & Roll? Ugh.

NYC and Chicago were good times. Adam, guess who I ran into the night after I saw you? I give you one guess.

Spring gets heavy

On Sunday we drove to Memphis, donned our dancing shoes, saw Out Hud and Hella and drove back to Little Rock. Memphis, only two hours from Little Rock, is so completely different, so ornate and dilapidated. We hung out on a friend's porch and had beers before walking to the bar. My friend Rett said the weather was like being in a pot of soup that was about to be reheated. It's true. Walking around at night these days is perfect; the air is heavy with flowers and all the cars had coats of pollen on them. But there is this thickness, like something is brewing underneath, and I'm starting to take people's warnings about the summer here seriously.

The show was really fun. Watching Hella's drummer was like porn. Like he had muscles in his arms that just don't exist in normal people, and a huge hole in the crotch of his pants. We were all just staring. I can't say much for the rest of the band. Seeing Out Hud was like if Peter Gabriel had just left all his prog rock instruments on the stage (electric cello, etc.) and all these attractive young people sauntered in and started playing dance music. We danced a lot. I sort of wish every band I saw live was a dancing band.

In other news, I will be in Chicago for about fifteen hours, from Saturday night to Sunday morning, and New York for a little longer, from Sunday afternoon to Tuesday morning. I expect birthday celebrations at each stop. (I turn 24 on Friday...)

I'm applying for newspaper jobs and I actually get calls back now. It's weird. Would I actually want to live in Roanoke, Virginia? I don't know. It's pretty...

The weather was gorgeous this weekend. We had a huge party on Saturday. I have no idea how many people were there, but they filled our enormous backyard and consumed two kegs. We made dinner beforehand in honor of my roommate's birthday and ate out in the back under the trees, which were all decorated with christmas lights. We had a big bonfire and our friends d.j.ed in the living room until the wee hours and nobody called the cops. Kat said it was the most fun she had in 2005 so far, and I feel the same way.

Of course yesterday involved lots of mopping and trash bags—and I had to get up in the morning and work which was super shitty. But we still had the hi-fi set up, so we could play music really loud with the doors open. And then last night, like the party's dessert, our friends came over and we listened to records and sat on our porch real late.

Springtime in Little Rock, before the bugs come out and it gets hot, is a swell event. Today is rainy though, and I am vowing to live a clean life for the next five days.