you're never really awake, and you're never really asleep The Hidden Cameras- Ban Marriage

Underground gay Canadian folk pop collective writes songs good enough to compete with the novelty of their fantastic collection of descriptive adjectives. This song sounds gentle and innocous, but it's full of fairly graphic imagery and a radical idea or two. The descending xylophone line tells us we're going to hell in a white linen lined hand basket.

BREAK! I did a live DJ set last night in as a part of a student performers series. Most of my friends were their usual great selves and came out to support me. I didn't really advertise it- no mass emails or posters. I did make little handbills with a box of sharpies and some re-appropriated priority mail stickers. One appears on the left. I'll post the audio up later, as well as my opinion of it, and musings on the nervous system.

I will sue to protect my ineffectual properly rites.  ¶ 1:30 AM