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.

at the BoltSo, 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.