We return to sloppiness and errancy with this fill-in broadcast. It is fitting, given the evening's material, and probably what I deserve. This Sunday night timeslot came open, and I seized it because it provided an opportunity for a birthday observance--David Tibet this time. (More on this momentarily.) The cold had returned, sort of, and I was featuring a record (cd, actually) that I'd been meaning to use as "Physical Evidence" for a while, so I should have been in my element. When I anticipate quality, though, it abandons me.
At some point in the program I mention the fact that the Foxtrot compilation was intended as a benefit, with the proceeds apparently funding Jhonn Balance's rehab. This always makes me sad--that he is gone, and that he suffered. I stopped drinking a couple of years ago because I was tired of being "past the point of discussion," as Peter Christopherson said of Balance on one particular night. I was tired of not feeling things--and now I'm in therapy trying to manage the feelings. I don't know, on "balance," how things are working out with me, but if online Harry Potter sorting quizzes are any indication, I have actually stopped being a Ravenclaw and have moved more firmly into Gryffindor / Hufflepuff territory. Like Dr. Johnny Fever, I am more quick-witted when on the hooch!
Related: on this night my mouth was doing weird things. At one point, when I wished David Tibet a happy birthday, I found myself sounding a bit like DJ Danelectro, which is...weird, and let's leave it at that. Also, when I mean to say "sexual assault," I instead blurt out, "sexual accounts." It is hilarious in a way, but I am clearly embarrassed by this. I go all quiet! I am an odd duck.
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