My Volume Knob

Rather than hopping on my rented copy of Videodrome, I deemed it a good idea to busk for a chunk of time last night. It certainly warped my mind a little less than the aforementioned flick woulda.

Or so I'd have thought. My mind ended up lost in a tangled ten-minute harmonica jam, an event that seemed to engender more consternation than anything else in passersby. Hey, what can I say? Sometimes you feel it. And you gotta run with it. Even if "it" is a wild, ellipsoidal sequence of notes that are mutilated by dirty, cracked walls, some of which happen to be made up of humans.

Someone using a pay phone in the station had the gaul to tell me to quiet down they could proceed with their conversation, and didn't I have any respect for communication? I responded that using a pay phone in a subway station didn't seem like a contender for best logical decision of the year. My point was seconded a few moments later by a cantankerous express train that shattered the previously unmarred sound barrier in the station, making me seem no more than a cricket in comparison. I didn't quiet down, as you may have guessed.

I received a note in my case that read: "Great music. I would love to improve your feng shui by moving your guitar case and money in front of you, or even to the side. Good luck!"

That's not really a new idea to me, but the strap that hold the lid to my case upright's busted, so I need to lean it against something. Also, it's easier to steal a busker's money if you don't have to go through them first, which is why I like to have it behind me. Though that creates the issue of not being able to see what someone's doing, and if they're donating or really pilfering. The gusts of nasty wind in stations would also probably send my money flying if it was laid out in front of me. I need to get a hat. A deep one. Buskers with top hats are acceptable, right?

New songs:
"About a Girl"
"Dumb"
"Pennyroyal Tea" by Nirvana
"(nice dream)"
"Wolf at the Door" by Radiohead