Thursday, November 10, 2005

I Love Wynne Greenwood

Hi

I wore my cowboy boots to work today.

Yesterday, as I was driving home, I felt sadness welling up in me and I knew if I let it it would flood out of me and soon I would be drowning in sadness. And I thought: what's the point of drowning in sadness when there is the business of living to be done?

I got home and D wasn't there again. And Miko was still out. But waiting in the letterbox for me was a parcel from the states. It was Tracy + the Plastics "Culture for Pigeon". I watched the dvd and felt much better. I listened to the cd and felt that all was right.

Wynne's voice is developing into something quite amazing. But that's always why I loved her. I saw her play in Portland with W.I.T., Chicks On Speed and Peaches. She was far and away the greatest thing. I gazed at her wondering how a voice so huge could be channelled through a girl. I decided it was due to the girl she was.

For school last semester I did a self-portrait of myself as Wynne. It’s hanging in our hallway and people look at it and say: That's an amazing photo of you. I think this is odd because the pose is so unnatural for me. I don't think of it as a self-portrait.

The night I saw Tracy + the Plastics play I went to an Ethiopian restaurant with My Sweet Little Cowgirl Whore and two of her friends. All lesbians. Everyone I met in Portland was a lesbian. We parked the truck - all lesbians in the states drive trucks - and had a smoke. I drank from the fountain, which would mean I would never leave Portland - and I really thought I never would, except that later in the dog-shit backyard I decided to be responsible. (Why??)

The gig was in this gorgeous old movie theatre. "There's a lot of hair fashion tonight,” said a fag I was with. And there was. "All the cool kids are out tonight" said a dyke I was with. And they were.

Laters.

Been listening to:

Tracy + the Plastics - Culture for Pigeon. Oh yes.

Bloc Party - Silent Alarm. Beautiful. Much more delicate and beautiful than I thought it would be. But that version of 'Helicopter' that they play on Active isn't on it. I'll have to buy the single.

Julie Ruin - Julie Ruin. AKA Kathleen Hanna, AKA my hero. Choice.
Music like this encourages me to make music in my bedroom.
And no, I'm not talking about sex. The other day Dave asked me how long it had been and I figured out it’s been a year! Ha ha!