last night, after delicious mussels over noodles with spinach and pine nuts at john's, i wrote in thick blue sharpie in little spiral notebook as i walked to hear kevin sawka's machine-like but soulful drumming at tost:

drinks were flowing but i abstained cz i knew i had to get my shit together for today's early bird viewing of saturday's sale. i love record lovers, and what a nice surprise to find that today's 1^st visitor was lisa maslowe, whose work i've admired ever since i first saw it (i think i even linked to it somewhere way back when). she, her boyfriend matt, and i sat in the kitchen and talked. at night, i visited jesse paul miller.