rainy morning, April 4th

Started the morning listening to the Cut Worms. They're opening for King Tuff at One-Eyed Jacks on May 11th, but I'm already recoiling at the thought of leaving the house.

Dino Buzzati's Catastrophe showed up in the mail the other day. Witkacy's Narcotics has yet to ship, despite it being ordered February 2nd. Odd. No plans to start Catastrophe. I'm a lazy shit who'd rather read just comic books & history for awhile longer. 

Realized yesterday that I never finished Pierre Senges' The Major Refutation when i saw a tweet in which a translator has been unsuccessfully submitting another book of his. Damn it. 

Almost skipped this Vice piece surveying Drag City albums because the label now streams on Spotify, because I don't use Spotify. I only had a revelation on how much i underappreciated Flying Saucer Attack at the time this past weekend. Still mad at myself for not buying Hey Drag City on vinyl from either Parasol mail order or from Tower Records back in the day. Deep into Edith Frost's Telescopic now- a neglected classic.

(It's odd to see Frost compared to Alex G. I'd never heard of Alex G until relatively recently. One of my coworkers at the bookstore has been unsuccessfully attempting to turn me onto him for months. He plans to go on a pilgrimage to see him in Vermont & New York in May.) 

Someone spotted that Rick & Morty lifts from Venture Bros. TBH, i missed that bit, but knew that Ventures Bros was owed. The piece that more deeply explores the differences between the shows, why one is a relatively obscure cult hit, while the other a pop culture phenomenon has yet to be written. That Venture Bros never deviates from self-loathing failure & accepting it while Rick & Morty focuses on celebrating narcissistic misanthropy is the key.

Silver Jews American Water now. I've tried this album so many damned times.