The Living Rockumentary

Thanks to one L. Bezo, I get to see The Pixies tomorrow at UMass. I think the last chance I had to see them was November 1990, in support of "Bossa Nova", and they were playing the Orpheum. Missed the chance.
On a related note, Beez did a great job performing solo last night at The Elevens.

I recommend the new Bob Dylan autobiography Chronicles. Though he seems like almost non-human, this book is just like sitting across a table from him, hearing him talk and talk. What an odd guy, praising Denzel Washington and Micky Rourke as highly as he praises just about anybody else. And that New Orleans rainstorm, it was as if Joan of Arc was outside, or was it Joan Armatrading?

I had a dream last night that Thurston Moore was going to be my housemate.

Last week I dreamt that Andrea came home and I had a wealthy hippie (Trustafarian) housemate who drove a huge shiny SUV and left traces of his drugs among dust and english muffin crumbs on the counter surfaces.
I also had a dream that Henning and I were sitting on a big sheet being pulled by a camel through the desert.

Have a good week.