Edward was blowing his mind, under the boardwalk. “Well my mind is blown now. Nine mantras and three bottles of insect repellent, under the boardwalk. I shall certainly be sick tomorrow. But it is worth it to have a blown mind. To stop being a filthy bourgeois for a space, even a short space. To gain access to everything in a new way. Under the boardwalk. Those cream Corfam shoes clumping overhead. I understand them now, for the first time. Not their molecular structure, in which I am not particularly interested, but their sacredness. Their centrality. They are the center of everything, those shoes. They are it. I know that, now. Too bad it is not worth knowing. Too bad it is not true. It is not even temporarily true. Well, that must mean that my mind is not fully blown. That harsh critique. More insect repellent!”
- Donald Barthelme
Sorry your show got cancelled... but at least now you can come see me and George fumble our way through the classics of Blondie, The Pretenders and The Faces at Lovejoy's. Yeah, you know you wanna...
Best flyer ever! Just realised I won't be able to make the Trophy's show - final Promise Breakers trainwreck at Lovejoy's the same night. I'll be at the Carousel on Aug 1st though.
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