based on a true story

Last night, I took a break from soundtrack work to get up and kill off the remaining bottle of merlot that had been sitting in our kitchen. Home stretch -- ten minutes of film left to work on, and I figured that I could tempt tipsiness. I walked back to the living room and saw the laptop surrounded by stacks of CDs, the scattered paper notes, and the pen balanced on a coffee cup. Still life of an all-nighter. Not that I was pulling one, mind you, but swap out CDs for reference books and the pen for a cigarette, and you'd come pretty close to the image of one of my college desks in the midst of term paper writing. Except of course, there's no safety razor, no crushed gram of Vivarin and no rolled up dollar bill.

Anyway, this is a final reminder to come out to An Tua Nua tonight and watch me spin some music to FW Murnau's black-and-white classic, Faust. Starts at 9, goes to 11, with the dancing and the d00f-d00f to follow. I'll appreciate seeing you, assuming I don't pass out after finishing the set.

oh yeah, I was totally joking about the last line in the first paragraph. There never was a safety razor.