So last night Das Avery and I were discussing future internet plans for R&C; what are we doing with a blog, and what we should be doing with a blog? This is a forum for us to write about our lives as musicians and New York City dwellers.

Here I am, writing to the world at large about my life. Now the question, “what the hell should I write about?” comes up. My feelings? you should probably just listen to my music if you want to know about my feelings (plug). Maybe I can talk about what I did last night? the evening activities mostly consisted of running a drum machine loop through a Blue Pedal. I got this really cool, lo-fi, feedback sound that I think I’m going to use on my Kormorant LP. I think the best direction to go with this blog thing is to talk about what’s going on at this very moment in the space-time fabric. I am sick.

for the last 2 days I’ve been sneezing and caughing like a 70 year old smoker. It gets the worst on the subway when I’m sandwitched between a sexy hipster girl and some dude who threatens to kill me because “I’m in his motherfucking face.” (true story) That’s about when the mucus starts to really build up and the sneezing frenzy begins. Good times. Everyone on the train stares at the Ebola kid.

The next step is to see a doctor because I have a feeling that this is just the early stages of a really bad allergy season. I’m hoping the MD will perscribe me some really good drugs. Maybe he’ll give me Clariton remarketed as “Strongex, the outdoor drug for urbanites.”