cutie-pies plucked from the food court

man, the burn is comin down on kelefa now in the city pages, which is only certain to make his prose more important and accentuate how reactionary and sad the very fogies defending themselves really are. it's hard for me to believe that an argument that's been bubbling around both in universities and magazine editorial departments, in freelance circles and record shops, on ilx ferchristsakes, can manage to surprise or offend anyone. it's like WAKE UP DUDES, IT'S NOT THE 70s ANYMORE.

from the same pages is something i feared in my own writing on sufjan stevens - the binary opposition of god/spiritual v. secular world resulting in some facile sociological observations about americanness, and in this case, a sort of whiny we-lost post-election reflection.

IN OTHER NEWS - saw Ellen Allien at APT last night - not consistent, but terribly amazing in parts. Had never been there, so when everyone i mentioned it to said "oh that place is small" I thought, ya whatever...When we got in it was crowded (10pm), when we left (1:30pm) it was positively insane - plus with so many boys throwing their arms in the air like it was a rave circa 1995, it feel both enormous and very tight. Actually, it was lovely - sometimes it's nice to get bumped around by the energy of those around you.