james, I keep forgetting to tell you: you're a genius. fisticuffs let me listen to the telephone demo you did, and I'm digging it like a necropheliac. I prefer the one where the drums come in later, if my opinion counts for anything. and the casio/punkifier combo might be the greatest thing since peanut butter and chocolate.
played "gorgeous" for a small gathering of friends, namely(shoutout time) jason, millie and mr. hornbuckle. good reception, I think. then jason proceeded to fuck some shit up with the weedeater, all confetti style, and we played ROCK TRIVIA, circa 1984. I, by default, won, capturing the title of the ROCK GENERAL. and we thought up lots of great band names which sleep has erased from my mind. isn't that the way it goes?
this was all after returning from the creeper/gbv show. short: creeper lagoon was fantastic, but guided by voices lacked something. it might've been sobriety. it might've been dynamics. still, fine for a good chuckle, every time old bobby struck one of his "scott stapp/jagger with a belly" rock poses or cheerleader kicked mid-verse. historical. good company.
I'm presently at school(gorgeous state) cos I had to turn in some financial aid stuff, should get home soon to finish off the recording. if not today, then after this weekend. going to mississippi tomorrow afternoon to see the mammaw, maybe cousins. wish me rock.