whenever i’m in san francisco,
i make an earnest effort to see best friends, old friends.
and then benjamin shows up at the dive
and i haven’t seen him since he was in law school six years ago
and now we’re both wearing matching leather jackets and scarves,
looking like we’d be brother/sister
and he says, “christ, do you fucking age?”
and i remember again how much of a crush i’ve always had on him.
currently listening to:
he introduced me to the two toms ten years ago. (pynchon & waits.)
ben and i met up with a few of my good ol’ sf buddies for burritos..
then squarepusher at the mezzanine.
that i know of,
a squarepusher concert is the only place where you can hear
all genres of electronic music (and then some!) during one set.
i absolutely loved it..
but then the experimental ruckus and strobe lights
went on too long and
it soured my eardrums.
i was ready to go home.
my hands constantly shake.
i hate the intrusiveness of the flash
so images taken at clubs
usually end up being a big unidentifiable blob..
but sometimes, i like the outcome.
my two favorite photographs shot from tonight are of scott.
i didn’t want to post another concert crowd shot,
but i like how the texture in this photograph..
(taken during one of the strobe light sessions)
the people look like drawn/painted characters on the covers of
late 1970’s teenage mystery novels.