i have officially lost track of time. ‘what day is it?’ you might innocently ask.
well, i would not be able to answer you. i was convinced that today was sunday. it feels like sunday. it’s grey and cold and the air smells like sunday, in a sepulchural sort of way. but no, it’s friday. well, i was only off by two days.
and i’m sure that i’ve spelled ‘sepulchural’ incorrectly. it’s a good goth word.
and ‘crepuscular’. another good goth word.
luxembourg is looking very goth today. cold, rainy, old stuff everywhere. i’ve been to luxembourg a few times, but i’ve never seen it. this is the recurring plight of the touring musician.
you go somewhere cool and only see a parking lot and a venue. not such a bad recurring plight, actually.
but it’s strange to have travelled to so many interesting places and not to have seen them.
florence, for example. i saw florence from the back of a taxi. and i’ve since been told that there’s more to florence than can be seen from theback of a taxi.
but it looked nice from the back of a taxi. especially that crazy bridge with the houses on it. i’d like to see that again. it reminded me of the book about the man who was a master of perfume. maybe it was called ‘perfume’. i read it a long time ago.
apparently it was kurt cobain’s favorite book.
hmm.
and in this dressing room there are about 200 pictures of musicians playing live. it is safe to say that most photographs of musicians playing live are embarrasing. especially if they have bad haircuts and are clutching microphones in earnestand/or suggestive ways.
yes, i’m feeling bitchy today. if there were a water-park nearby i’m sure that that would cure my bitchiness in a heartbeat.
is there a gothic water-park in downtown luxembourg that just happens to be open in november?
here’s hoping. and have a nice weekend.
moby
