So today I should be working but it's been a long week and no supervisors are around. So I'm checking out this and that online. Of course, perhaps I shouldn't post this until I get home, 'cause in the wee hours of the morning, I had a dream that my boss actually found my blog and commented in it! Then I spent the rest of the dream worrying about it. That was stressful. But the dream was interesting in other ways. It seemed to take place in some sort of cross between a 19th century gold mining dredge, Hogwarts, and an empty early 20th century row house (albeit a very very very large rowhouse). I wandered throughout the "house," avoiding my boss. At some point, I stood near a doorway that led outside, watching people come and go (this was on an upper level, so there must have been a bridge to another building). At another point, I was in a room with an old mattress that was leaning up against a wall. Everything was in shades of white in that room, even the mattress. Then I ran into somebody I knew and followed her down this absolutely endless and very rickety flight of wooden stairs, much like the access stairs on an old, wooden rollercoaster. All this time, I was wondering just how I was going to get to my supervisor's computer to erase any links he might have to my blog. But down and down and down we went, walking on the very faded and worn blue and red carpet runner, faster and faster (although this woman I followed was carrying a tray with food), until we were practically falling down a rabbit hole and I ended up smack-dab in the middle of the percussion section of a symphony orchestra pit where the brass cymbals were spinning on tall poles above my head, round and round, being polished by soft, cream-colored, fluffy towels, terry-cloth or lambswool, crashing into these poles and apologizing to the conductor for causing such a ruckus. And then I woke up and it was time to go to work.
I don't really wonder that my brain was working overtime, though, since we went to the Kristin Hersh show at Iota last night. Kristin is always a good source for vivid imagery and apparantly, so is Ben Weaver, the opening act. He reminded me of a cross between Nick Cave, Tom Waits and a Louisiana bluesman. His songs were stories - he claimed someone told him he had to have less words in his song before people would be interested - and many were quite dark. Is there a name for dark folk? Anyway, we purchased his newest cd as we left but alas, the songs I liked the best must have been from an earlier cd. Possibly the one with blues in the title, 'cause those songs were more bluesy than the others.
Meanwhile, I came across two good sources of show information for DC - I didn't know they existed. One is The DC Shows list and the other is Big Yawn. I swear I've heard the url BigYawn before, I just don't remember why. Another blog that might be interesting: Micropop.
Speaking of music, I still have a list a mile long but these are at the top right now. In fact, I just ordered Eisley & the Dears.
Eisley - Room Noises (out 2/8/05)
The Dears - No Cities Left
The Violettes - The Violettes
Kawaii - If It Shines, We Have It
Asobi Seksu - Asobi Seksu
Figurine - Heartfelt (out 2/22/05)
Gwen Stefani - Love Angel Music Baby
perhaps also The Kills - No Wow (I am liking the simplistic but still catchy The Good Ones) (out 3/8?/05)
ok, not music, but Wonderfalls is out on DVD. ABC only aired showed 4 episodes but this set includes the entire season of 13 episodes. That means 9 more that never aired. I really wouldn't mind seeing all of them.
Finally, a fashion site not for the weak of stomach: skinbag.net
( 02:42 EH | aural pleasures. )