it's two am. i'm currently researching the creatures in attempt to know something for the five minutes of my siouxsie interview tomorrow -she's calling me! it seems so...normal. i wonder if someone dials the phone for her. in celebration, no, because i have to write about her three best albums, i bought three albums today - juju, kaledioscope, and hyaena - it will be a rare taste test this weekend.

am brainblind from the hood show. opener daniel someone or other, from the chix aesthetics label, sucked the grace of amplified sound from the very room with his neanderthal beats, uninspired melodies, dumb downtempo cliches. he introduced his set saying 'this is a conversation between word and sound.' sssschhuuuucccckkkkkk!

and he played for an hour. he read his lyrics off half-folded paper. he plugged his album at the front and end.

don't know why i thought seeing hood would be life-changing. chances are that when a band defines themselves by bedroom studio antics and lo-fi garish charm, they are going to pull off exactly that live. great. early mogwai washes with umm..phat beats jammed by the guy with cargos on, sideways facing drumkit played four-sticked with brushes and those fuzzy pom-pom sticks. the lead singer looks like my anal irish ex-room mate, i think it's the adam's apple. never trust people who bounce off their monitors. they took requests and mine was to leave before they could be swindled into an encore. haven't heard their new album, which is supposed to raise the cat's fur et al, but if that's the way it's going, i'll save my money for siouxsie.

also listened to st. thomas today - banjos are tricky, it's hard to not sound like the 'fields. lovely in parts.