I forgot to mention the one thing that happened in the past few days that has made me a bit giddy. I decided that I'd better get my butt in gear and order the two Max Eider cds (I have Best Kisser in the World on LP but not Hotel Figueroa) from his web site. Turns out, he's the one who answers the email and he replied. I can't tell you how at once I am so happy (an email from Max Eider!) and sad about it. I mean, here's someone whose music really means a lot to me, whom I've seen perform a few times and whom I think is the bees knees. Here's someone whose music is just as important to my life as Love and Rockets, yet he's got to fill his own orders and probably barely ekes out a living from his music.
It's a shame that little-talent celebrities make buckets of money with their overproduced, mindless music (not that I have anything against mindless music, mind you, since I recently got the latest Madonna cd) and Mr. Eider, obviously, doesn't. Nor does David J, nor Kristin Hersh, nor most of the artists I really love. Oh, some make money, yes. Most must make ends meet. But none make the obscene amounts of money the bland stuff does.
Anyway, through the miracle of PayPal and a very kind friend in the UK, I can get money to Mr. Eider in a timely manner (he doesn't have anything set up to accept payments, so it's all old school sending money in an envelope for him!). I'm quite interested to hear Hotel Figueroa, since I have only heard one song (and that just a few days ago, thanks to the Torched Secret Santa cd sent to sweetie). I'm a bad fan, I know. I should have picked the cd up when it was released. I knew about it, I just never bought it.
So, hopefully in about a month, I'll be the proud owner of Max Eider cds.
In a related-only-if-you-once-worshipped-these-bands-way,
Here are the Strathmore photograhers @ the Bauhaus show:
Ahsan Khan and Katherine Gaines.
Which reminds me, I never posted my reviews of any of the concerts we went to in the latter part of 2005. I should dig up the unfinished entry and fix it up for posting.
( 10:10 EH | aural pleasures. melancholy. o! frabjous joy! )