It's now about 5 hours past my normal bed time, and I am about as wide awake as I was at 5 pm yesterday. I guess I shouldn't drink Moroccan coffee at 9 pm.
Jon and I ran the set and then went down to Marrakech Expresso to see Roger Kuhn play. He's playing PrideFest this Sunday right after our set, but on a different stage, so we won't be able to catch each other's set. I'd never met him, except on myspace, and wanted to see what he was all about.
I saw 'Eraserhead' for the very first time this past week. Don't know why I never got around to watching it before now. I don't think this is the reaction David Lynch was intending, but my sympathies were all with the baby. When it got sick, I felt horrible for it. It was just an innocent little thing, and his parents were freaks. Sucks to be a mutant baby in a David Lynch film. Remind me to not be that when I grow up.
