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Songs from Sleater Kinney (1995)
Songs from Call the Doctor (1996)
Songs from Dig Me Out (1997)
Songs from The Hot Rock (1999)
Songs from All Hands on the Bad Ones (2000)
Songs from One Beat (2002)
Songs from The Woods (2005)
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p.s. Hey. I thought a weekend-long concert might be nice, or, rather, Thomas Moronic thought up the concert, booked the late, great Sleater Kinney, and did a majestic curatorial number, and I just chose the slot, so don’t thank me. The pleasure is all yours and all thanks go to TM, and to SK in absentia, of course, and, yeah, enjoy yourselves. Otherwise, wow, quiet around here. ** Wolf, Hey. Yeah, sorry to lay all that on you. Mm, I think I need to let this happen full-force and not try to regulate it or find a way to rationalize it. This book, if it works, and whether or not I end up publishing it, needs to mine and fully represent what George and his death does to me or there’s no point. If it works, you’ll see what I mean, and I’m functional as a person and stuff, just hiding out more than I usually do. Plus, and this is kind of stupid, but so be it, the suffering is kind of the only way I can feel very close to George now in a powerful way that’s deserving of him, so I feel like what I’m letting myself go through is a humble offering of love to him, and it just incredibly sucks that he can’t feel it, but I don’t really have another option, if any of that makes sense. It might be really nice to chat sometime, for sure, ‘cos the aloneness part of this is kind of hell, but get your move organized and in place and done first, and we can chat when you’re settled. Thanks, my friend. Oh, good, that you like the first book ‘cos it’s totally free, and you can just click that link yesterday and get it, if you want. ** Dom Lyne, Hey, Dom! Very awesome to see you! Wow, okay, but ultimately that’s really fucking great that the treatment is finally happening, right, incompetent therapist guarding the door or not? It’s probably way too complicated to explain what the treatment involves, right? Wait, I just watched your videos, and I think I get it: intense therapy sessions. Now they think you might have autism too? You are so meta, Dom. Man, I don’t know, I have to mine my essential optimism and think that, whatever happens, the concentration on helping you intently and the gift to you of a location/time to work with yourself is some kind of fucking boon. But it’s been sort of forever since I was in therapy, and you’ve probably had enough therapy to make you mental in and of itself. Anyway, lots of love and respect and support through what’s coming up, and I’m here or email-able or Skype-able or whatever if you want some friend talk. And I’ll keep your video diary close. Everyone, the superb writer, musician, and much more Dom Lyne has started a video diary. Here he is to explain: ‘These videos will chart my progression through treatment for severe personality disorders. Currently I’ve been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Dissociative Disorder and Schizotypal Personality Disorder.’ There are three videos up as of this morning, and they’re very powerful. I’m going to be following his diary, and, if you want to do the same, or if you just want to see what the diary is, it’s here. Take care and thank you a lot and hugs, Dom. ** Allesfliesst, Hey. Yeah, very well put and said about Stendhal. I’ve never read anything else by him. I wonder if I should. Oh, I think the world can be patient re: Buddha for a few more days. And that gander incident is like an infinitely classier and more believable ‘Jesus’ face in a tortilla’ thing. I’m bated, very bated. ** Cobaltfram, Hi, John. Fingers still crossed re: the Buzzfeed thing. All does not sound lost yet. I actually saw David Lynch writing in a Denny’s once, believe it or not. He was living in the hills just above my LA apartment for a while, and he was out and about. Speaking for me, writing in/from a dark, dark place, now or in the past to lesser degrees, does not mean the act of writing itself not a huge pleasure. The great thing about writing is that the pleasure of writing when you’re writing well seems like it can withstand anything. Yury is really busy with and preoccupied by setting up his fashion line/ business right now, which is lucky, and I don’t think my stuff, which I’m trying to keep to myself, is all that noticeable, or he’s waiting for me to bring it up. Only 12 days until … very nice. That should be major. I think I might have just gotten a year extension at the Recollets, but I’m not totally sure yet. We’ll see. That would be a huge relief. ‘F for Fake’, yeah, fantastic. Welles deserves every bit of his genius status in my book. All right, have a superb weekend, man. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, David. I’ve been wanting to watch or rewatch some Fulci lately. ‘Vivre Sa Vie’ might be the one, hm. Yeah, that was the troubled link, and, as I guess you saw, it’s just a boomerang that leads back here. ** Thickdick/ lolita Veldhoen, Thanks for giving me one last dose of your Thickdick phase, man. Dude, the blurb is yours. You can even used raised type and gilded lettering, if you like. I’m cool with getting older. I definitely wouldn’t mind a time machine with a de-aging app included for short return visits though. Mm, no, I don’t think I can agree with you on the over 40 problem. I mean, yeah, I have an anarchist’s hatred of generalizations and all that, and, if I think about it, which I guess I just did, everybody I know who’s over 40 is pretty awesome. I’m a lucky guy, though. ** Steevee, Hey, Steve. Yeah, I totally agree with you about WKW. I’m not 100% happy with ‘In the Mood for Love’, but it’s still happening there. But, yeah, prior to that, I thought he definitely among the most exciting directors working. Sure hope the blank CD behaves. ** Sypha, Yeah, total shockeroo about the no Madonna albums, right? Ooh, ‘The Magic Mountain’, one of the greats among greats, that one, if you ask me. I read the BEE thing on DFW, and a bunch of the commentary on the ‘feud’. I don’t know, Bret is obviously trying to rile people. I disagree with him 100% about DFW, but then I don’t agree with DFW’s dismissal of Bret’s work either. Whatev’ ** Robert-nyc, Hi, Robert! Thanks about my dark place. You doing ‘Annie’ is already helping me in my fantasies big time, man. It’s hard to imagine McDowell thinks he’s the black Tao Lin, but maybe he sees it as a foothold? Great to see you, R., and thanks for the kind words. ** Starlon H, Hey! Yeah, me too. I’m way into and excited by the new writers and work and sites and stuff they’re calling Alt Lit in general, and I keep finding really, really good writers scattered liberally under that rubric. I’m a big Tao Lin fan too, of course. Thanks for starting ‘TMS’. Yeah, the narrator is a tricky bastard, and it sounds like you’re getting him pretty well so far. Great weekend! ** Math, Hey, Math! Oh, pal, I’m so sorry. I’m fucked up/ depressed too. Weak but heartfelt high five. I’m pretty excited about that impending tarot deck, I gotta tell you. Yeah, even a right place can start to feel wrong and get to you. LA would certainly give you some real differences to start to work with. Van Nuys, wow, that’s, like, serious LA. Why there? Definitely give me the news and the link re: your new online thing asap. A jolt of you would be awfully welcome. Really happy to see you, my pal. Really, really great of you to bring yourself in here. So appreciated. Take love and have the best weekend you can. ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. Thanks about the place I’m in. That’s my thinking. I just need to get this first draft done before I crash or lose it entirely. You didn’t sound like Dr. Phil. You didn’t even sound like Dr. Drew. Dr. Seuss maybe. Fingers are already crossed, if you can’t tell, and they’ll stay that way until you’ve got that temp job in writing or behind a firm handshake or something. ** Jax, Hey, Jack! Thank you, pal. How did it go? Predictably, the stream did not stream here. I’m going to go see what I can find this weekend. ** Schlix, Hi, Uli! I know, I know, books, books, it just never ends. Lovely weekend! ** So, why don’t you climb back up and beyond this text now and let your ears have a turn, eh? Dreamy weekends to you all. See you on Monday.