Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

It's amazing who you almost run into. The statistical probability of walking down any street in New York and running into someone you know shouldn't be as absurdly high as it actually is, when you think about it: most subway stops in midtown have more than one entrance, as do most office buildings, so there are many ways to get to the same place totally independently of anything else. There are 12 Starbucks, 6 Duane Reade's and a Nobody Beats the Wiz per every 3-block radius, so it's not like you have to converge on the same store. And but finally New Yorkers, by definition, do not make eye contact and are usually lost in their own jadedness. So it continues to amaze me how it's possible to keep running into people when it just doesn't make sense to. Take my other roommate, for example. He moved in maybe 2 months ago, and in that time I think he's actually set foot in the apartment maybe 4 times. And yet I've run into him on the street right outside my office 3 times in the last 2 weeks. And that's before 9:00 AM. I've known this guy for 8 years and I was under the impression that he just didn't exist before 8PM.

The Dismemeberment Plan were pretty good, although not the mind-melting kick-ass balls-to-the-wall freakout I was anticipating. I think that's because the singer wants to be sexy and almost Beck-like, and it just doesn't come off right, somehow. Also, his voice doesn't really do the things that he thinks it does; Jeff Buckley he ain't (but then again, who is). That being said, the opening band, Cancer Conspiracy, was pretty fucking awesome (picture the more linear Tortoise mixed with "2112"), and Lake Trout were mighty impressive, although I was pretty beat by the time they went on.

Made more progress with the one-man-band thing; I think it's gonna be good. It's even starting to drudge up some lyric ideas, which now I just need to actually write down.

Today is payday, although I'm not sure what I'm gonna be able to do with a paycheck for only 15 hours of work.

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