Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
Bill’s gig went okay. It was him and Zwicky and Matt on guitar & wa-wa, and Paul on bari sax. Even before they started, Nora (the owner’s girlfriend and co-proprietor) came up to them and warned them to play really quiet. Ha ha. Like, the essence of their music is noise, how are they supposed to do it quietly? So they wouldn’t let them play until 10:45. They played for an hour, and everybody was clapping, but they all left during the second set. I wish I had some girlfriends in this neighborhood. I talked to Robin a little last night, and met a girl named Zoe who makes cool clothes.
A new record store opened Saturday on Bedford & N. 5th, right next to the alleged pet store where the owners sit outside on lawn chairs and don’t do anything. This record store is pretty cool. It’s called Ear Wax, and they have business cards glued to bits of broken 45s. Also, broken records glued all over the front counter. Demo Moe’s record was in there. That’s Zwicky’s old band.
Bill finally moved all the shit over to the new studio on N. 6th. He’s over there now with Johnny Ho, his DJ pal, hooking all the stuff up. I want to start cleaning and unpacking stuff from the little room full of boxes, but the ex-studio is still littered with cords and CDs and whatnot. I really need some shelves now. Maybe I’ll ask Mike for an estimate on building some. Not that I have any money for that.
I have been so depressed and broke lately. I always am in the summer. I don’t know what’s going on with my job. They’re trying to fire <name withheld>, the no-good so-called <title withheld>. And they want me to stay and take his spot, but I won’t be getting a raise at least until after the fucking wage freeze, in October or something. I guess I have to stay at least until Melissa gets back, and I’ll see what happens. I suppose I have to call the typing lady and tell her I probably can’t do it. Friday I was so depressed I started crying for no good reason. I guess Stu must think I’m a flake, but I can’t help it. It’ll be better, I guess when Melissa gets back. Right now I don’t really work with anybody, it’s too lonely. I go stir crazy.