After practice.
I’ve spent a day filling myself with delicious turkey from the Church (OAK) and the house that Cave played at on Telegraph. I am basically cross-eyed from liquor, turkey, ham, gravy, stuffing, and pumpkin pie filling.
Hiccups avail. I spent the day before improvising and most of the day looking at music and small labels, getting little ideas of my own for my tape label. I was full of melancholy music, trying to find a list for my mixtape. Nick Hudson is a bit of a perpetual favorite, but I have to temper it, at least for now.
Turkey DAY: self named and full of gossip as it were. La Dee Dah, I drank a million cocktails and talked about times past with a lady friend, Cave played in the background. Big kisses to Rotten Milk, perhaps one of the greatest mixtapers that ever graced the Bay Area, though no tapes were exchanged, the future is full of opportunities.