Earlier this week I started to feel a tickling sensation in my throat, a malady that persisted despite lots of water and Sudafed. I told Adam that I fully expected to lose my voice by the end of the week. Sure enough, my prediction came true. I woke up and sounded like a frog. However, it's starting to get better and I think I can recover well enough for my noon set. I'll play Eric's thing next week.
edit: I think I have been late for every single show this quarter. I really need to start improving my attendance.
It just hit me:
What the fuck am I doing after graduation?
edit: okay, I still don't know, but I do know that I am seeing The Most Serene Republic in less than two weeks and I am so fucking stoked
Tentatively, the set list for Eric will be:
"Angeles" by Elliott Smith
"One" by Aimee Mann
"sleeping in" by postal service
"Dear Prudence" by The Beatles
"Blizzard of 77" by Nada Surf
"When You Sleep" by My Bloody Valentine
"Too Young" by Phoenix
"another day" by Air
"Falling Man" by Blonde Redhead
"Disintegration Loops #3" by William Basinski
is this okay?
An era is coming to an end. One of my beloved roommates, Adam, will be moving elsewhere in Seattle. It will be sad to see him leave, but life must go on.
Noah and I will remain in the apartment, and we are beginning our search for a third roommate today. Our apartment is in lower queen anne, and the newcomer will have their very own room with a large closet. Rent is a little over 300 dollars a month. That's right, only a little over 300 dollars (after utilities it comes to around 350).
We are clean, quiet roommates with no criminal histories, no wives (or girlfriends, for that matter), and we have a ping pong table.
Adam has expressed interest in moving out as soon as another person can move in. In order to respect his desires for haste, Noah and I would prefer - but this is by no means required - someone to move in ASAP.
It was amazing. I saw Lindsay and Hanako and everyone. I love you all so much.
And I actually saw Patterns and Ruxton Towers.