margot_dent

Antarctica Takes It! on The Fabulist. Seriously, listen to these guys. They're fucking fantastic. It's great summer music, it's the new twee. It makes me happy, this new crop of pop bands. I'm a sucker for hand claps and strange instruments, I just want to be hugged by it all.

Any idea of what to do for the fourth? I have no plans. Tonight is happy hour with the Reverand at El Cid. Tomorrow is Superman at the Imax. Sunday is Asssscat. Not too shabby.

I get to stay at the loft this weekend while the Maxx is at pubsquat, which is fantastic because I will have air conditioning. When I went home last night, my apartment was like a goddamn oven and it was too hot to do anything but lay on the futon, listen to The Mountain Goats, and try to sleep.

I've been wearing my big glasses again, I missed them.



there's a north wind coming in
and there's a west wind coming in
and there's an east wind coming in
and there's a strong wind blowing in from the south
and there's a sweet metallic taste in my mouth.
there's a dead feeling lingering over the wind.

and there's a one-way ticket in my hot little hand
and I'm kissing your eyelids and I'm going to japan.

there's life and liberty on my tongue
and there's a dead silence where the wind-chimes hung
and on some mountain somewhere in the world it's snowing
but here in the fields there's not a thing growing.
maybe next year, ya know, there is a way of knowing.
there's wind coming in from all directions.
there's a coat on my shoulders--midnight connections.

and I'm kissing you and leaving you behind in the sand.
I'm holding you a while then I'm going to japan.

How does one make friends?