i know you don't need to hear it from me but, gaaah, work sux - even when you are doing something mildly interesting like making a gory music video for a hip indie rock band. i s'pose it wouldn't be so bad if the hours weren't so totally ludicrous. i finally got my first nite of non-sominex, restful sleep in over a week so things are looking ok to me. at the very least, i think the video will be very pretty. i'm not sure the story will traslate, or that it's even a story worth translating, but i'm excited to see how it will look. i'm sure it'll be all over youtube once it's released, so i'll be sure to post that in a couple of months.
speaking of youtube, i got a string of emails from spiral stairs the other nite that were sent from the wee hours. drunktubing is the new drunkdialing. it was mostly poor footage of chrome playing in some psychedelic basement and stuff of that ilk but it prompted me to do a search of my own. for those of you who've never seen me beardless, now's yer chance. and jules, you got left on the cutting room floor, apparently.
amazing. although i've still never seen you playing guitar standing up, except for one time i can remember - that time you unexpectedly played Invisible Man and some other covers. I totally remember that. happy holidays amigo (and amiga).