I went to a Dirty Projectors concert last night. It was one of the best decisions I’ve made in a while. I left feeling like somebody had trepanned me with a golden drill. In a good way. Those girls, yelping like machines!
I often have a musical loop of some sort feeding through my ears while I’m writing. Usually an entire album set to repeat. I don’t know if the music colors the writing, or if I select the music to reflect the story’s mood. Maybe I should try experimenting with it and see what happens.
I’ve become very interested in Simon Evans over the last few days. I’m fascinated by how he subjectively organizes the world through lists, graphs, catalogs, and diagrams. I really like Symptoms of Loneliness. Also a piece in which he illustrates the process of a love affair via bar graph. I want to steal titles from him.
I didn’t do any work at all last night, so I’ll be scrambling to catch up until Thursday. But I do have a draft of “Gainful Employment” sitting on my hard drive that I’ll publish here in the near future. Pinky swear.