pop fights pop art! pop will win!

(line lifted from the ARTROCKER list , a mad, long rant on the UK pop scene as only it should be - lower case, full of slang half digested and reeking of intrigue.

holy espresso machine, batman, i'm living in seattle! totally lovely first few days spent with tanky, my sweet friend from high school, munching with his french baker friend at some yuppie restaurant on broadway, then on to EMP to peruse the new exhibits - one on song craft where the bruce/nj highway exhibit stood and the Sci-Fi museum, which stands lovely and proud in spite of all the hate thrown on it.

I had a 'magic moment' when a middle aged dad, while looking at the gun exhibit, said 'oh tank girl, that's the worst movie ever made.' and an adjacent mom offered, 'my daughter watched that hundreds of times in high school. she owned it on vhs,' to which i couldn't help but offer, 'so did i. i loved that movie, it changed my life.' wanted to find a good tank girl image, but it's 'worth it' for you to do a google image seach on the term, because there are a healthy number of be-costumed girls ready to prove my point. oh reception, how i love thee.

and now am sitting in my jammies just chillin before the summer storm of doing/dancing/thinking/writing gets going. ya, it's july, ya, i said get started. it happens. anywayz, i just drove across the country, took a million pix of neon signs, reaffirmed my faith in the integrity of american kitsch culture, and am now maxin' in the most wonderful place i've managed to live in quite some time...gimme a moment.

was glad that my new grooves review pack was in the mail when i got here, tho - will be reading the mad woodpaneled issue 2nite in my new spectacular dorm-like digs. dry erase boards galore!