Woke up with the small heavy head, like a densely packed object you could hold in your hands … contents under pressure … which is not as bad as it may seem.
Good date for numerology, or at least for people who, like me, enjoy patterns (and, foolishly perhaps, attach significance to them). 3113 … three eleven three. That was actually going to be the name of my CD3 … it was doing it for me … a palindrome of primes, ja? Yeah, liking it. I was planning on doing a joke cover based on Rush’s “2112” … you know, with the backside of the naked man who’s got his hands raised as if to push back the pentagram star that is approaching him (which, now that I think about it, isn’t that album’s cover … I think it appears above them on a scrim on the cover of their live album “All the World’s a Stage” … also in a painting in the hands of movers on “Moving Pictures” … anyway, the idea : something with my ass barely lighted, arms out in front of me, afraid of that which is approaching … I don’t know, maybe a car, or a refrigerator with the door ajar in a dark kitchen, who knows. Anyway, no need to worry. I disposed of said idea, as you can probably tell, since the CD3 is called “lacuna” and my soft ass is nowhere near it.
So, this picture: taken on November 23, 2002 by our pal Austin, outside Lupo’s in Providence, RI immediately after experiencing Lightning Bolt close the show for Sonic Youth. Perhaps my all-time favorite musical experience. For other pictures of the evening (where you can see Cooley against the kickdrum, me a foot and a half behind him), check out http://laserbeast.com/photos/lupos.html.
