Unfortunately I didn’t bring a camera along to see Joanna Newsom play on Saturday night. Here is an artist’s impression of the evening. (The artist is me.)
Ever since, I’ve been experiencing waves of uncontrollable nausea whenever I’m not listening to Joanna Newsom. The world seems a dark and dreary fishbowl. Grey and closed and threatening. Except when I’m listening to Joanna Newsom. My junkie friends tell me I am going through withdrawal symptoms but I know it’s more than this.
It has been an effort to shield myself from auditory contamination for the last two days. My surroundings appear vulgar and base. My wish is to preserve my current enlightenment; what alternative do I have? The only option is to take direction from those Islamic painters who blinded themselves in order to resist the western corruptions of pride and perspective. I will push a pin into each ear and seal my bliss. Later I can send Joanna the pins as a token of my gratitude. She will appreciate the gesture. I know she will. We have a connection.
— Feaverish Apr 17, 01:42 AM #
I am looking for nothing so puerile, of course, as a mere physical relationship.
— Pierce Apr 17, 07:30 PM #
— Feaverish Apr 17, 08:52 PM #