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Jandek Thursday night at the Hollywood: two hours long pretty much on the button, although I didn't know that until it was over. The batteries of the fabulous Casio recording watch that Lisa got me a few years ago (it records up to 30 seconds of audio; this is particularly useful when I wake up from an interesting dream in the middle of the night), and that had taken a few bad beatings esp. in the desert, had finally expired on me that afternoon. I'm a compulsive watch-checker; I just like to know how long things take to happen, and I don't have much of an internal sense of it. As the man said, what else does the time mean? Enough that by the end of the show I was in a weird state of meditative panic, wondering what time it was. The nature of the show itself probably confused me even more than usual, especially when the Jandekettes came out on stage and took their place behind music stands with sheet music on them, despite the fact that their only line (repeated a dozen or so times) was "whose mister is this?" After the show, I felt like my brain had been thoroughly swabbed down with a soft rag soaked in Jandek. (That's a description, not an evaluation. I don't know that I'm capable of an evaluation.) (Okay, one observation: Sam Coomes & Emil Amos, who were playing with him, were doing much more pattern/groove-based stuff than the people who accompanied him on the recent live albums, or than his recordings usually involve. Which was odd, but worked really well. In the car on the way to the show, Wendy was playing a tape of Can's Flow Motion--not a record I would've guessed would have sounded that good in a car--and parts of the Jandek show actually reminded me of some of the more messed-up stuff on Can's Unlimited Edition.)

Incidentally, here's the article about Jandek I wrote for this week's Willamette Week.

Liz B. visited for the last couple of days, which was a joy. Lisa and her friend Mike took her out to see the soft underbelly of Portland nightlife. I stayed home and hung out with the Small One.

Two food notes: Rhubarb is in season! I made a rhubarb cake for a party this afternoon! It was good!And I have a new favorite food blog. Not even Linsey's "Cake and Commerce," as much fun as that is, but Vegan Lunch Box, which is kind of the intersection of Cute Overload, Daddy Types and I Was Just Really Very Hungry.

Also: A little project I've been working on for way, way too long is finally as done as it's going to get for the time being. (Those of you I run into at the EMP conference next week may well get a copy of it.) I will just say that the working title was "The Sound of Success."

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