i *love* how snow steals the grimy sound of the world, renders all a meditation, even watching my roommate's car get towed was like being in a low video. it simply calls for machaut. or, george crumb's 'ancient voices of children,' which as i understand the dynamics of the human voice more and more, wows my snow-sogged pants off. they're currently sitting in the tub.

pumping out reviews for the new issue of grooves - damn dude, is ooioo the most awesome band or what? kila kila kila snakes all over the place, drops the jams and just SOUNDs so full and large. i remember a certain EX saying that 'women have never pushed any limits, explored new territory...' he he, i bet his lame ass wish's he was on tour with yoshimi. i mean, the flaming lip's named an ALBUM about her...she fucking rules (except that free kitten debacle, hey...it seemed like a good idea i'm sure).

in other news, i think i'm going to pitch my EMP thing as an exploration of the term 'noise' as used in providence. any history, definitions or insights from fans of such (i'm thinking zine articles i might have missed + i don't know, wire articles or something) please send them my way. (pinkgerl@yahoo.com)