Promise?

Friday is Sonic Truth, the new album listening party. The free Two Boots pulls me in and the rest is waiting in line for 20 minutes, rushing in and grabbing bottles of beer and pizza: looking at Thurston Moore artwork and listening to the 90s creep back into my subconscious: a dim, cool room in the back covered in baroque wallpaper artwork with cartoon characters and minarets, ribbons and pillars.

I end the night at Think Cafe, where the bartender is stoned and Alice, the band is playing. The band consists of a cello player, bassist, electric guitar, accordian, trombone, trumpet, clarinet (the last three played by one guy) and tablas. They do amazing covers of Smooth Criminal, Bulletproof and God Only Knows. They do a cover of Sweet Child of Mine which suddenly sounds like a Roy Orbison original. They made me giggle into the palm of my hand.

This weekend is me trying to ignore stress. Getting barely any sleep. Seeing old friends. Pleasing the family. One after another the chores pile up, behind it all is the curtain which will fall and let me rest. I just want to take a bow.


-Kastoory