I thought it was in Portuguese

It was actually in Catalan.  Anyway, it’s an awesome song, and unlike those ghastly times when you go to translate a song and find out that it’s a love song to some aspect of human behaviour you find repellent, the lyrics even in google translate are beautiful. That’s art.  The carelessness of the transmission of the idea does not overcome the idea.

Crashed at Mike’s, we had brekkie at Amelia’s on Sixth and now I’m back here trying to write.  Rozo was in attendance last night.  She’s fretting over the state of the plants.

2020 says she was a difficult person who almost wrecked Mike’s life and man it’s hard not to say more but let’s just reiterate that poly done badly ain’t pretty

We were all so bagged we just sat around and watched the world’s weirdest feed of unlabelled metal videos. One of the bands was Wolf Stone or something like that and they do METAL FUCKING HURDY GURDY HRR FRR and then I got into thinking about how metal iconography is just so much more respectful to women than contemporary rock or rap and that just made me rock back on my drunken, prime-rib stuffed heels a bit.  Then there was an amazing metal video – the external shots made me think it was set in Montreal – the visuals were mind bending.  Lots of screaming.  More flailing.  Finally the feed more or less died and I realized I was not actually keeping my eyes open any more so I faceplanted.

Now writing or something. Jeff’s gone to get rat traps.