Sunday, March 28, 2004
Last night, Spooky and I braved the cigarette smoke and rancid club smell and went to see the Dresden Dolls at The Echo Lounge. It was, hands down, the best show I've seen since I saw P. J. Harvey in '98. It was so good, in fact, that we were sorely tempted to drive up to Chapel Hill, NC for their Tuesday night show (for the moment, saner heads prevail). They were really, really, really that good. If you are anywhere near one of their upcoming shows, I implore you to do whatever is necessary to attend. Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione are the freshest, most exciting thing I've seen in ages and the whole frelling world needs to go to their shows and encourage them to please keep on doing this marvelous thing that they're doing. There is too little art in the world worth our attention.
I think the temps are going to reach 81F today. That's a blessing, even with rain and cooler temps coming tomorrow.
I'm supposed to tackle the screenplay again today, but all I want to do is wash my hair (to rid myself of the stink of other people's cigarettes) and spend the day somewhere like Piedmont Park. It will be a test of wills. The Dutiful Me vs. The Other Me. There's rarely ever any telling which will win.
"The Daughter of the Four of Pentacles" is taking shape behind my eyes. Hopefully, I'll get it started this week, though I have to get the Lovecraft essay for Studies in Modern Horror out of the way first.
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