ooh i slept very restoratively well for the first time in days -- deadlines and workshops pump adrenaline -- but my dreams were TROUBLED by the nagging presence of none other than chris cutler and dagmar krause, of HENRY COW a very long time ago
(when i was young and callow, i gave cutler a bad review for a book of his -- the book was extremely flawed, but i was, well, young and callow, and did not really do its flaws or its virtues justice, so CC has been unimpressed by me ever since) (or so wagging tongues tell me)
(to be fair whenever we've met he's been absolutely civil)
anyway i don't know why they're in my dreams
(when i was young and callow, i gave cutler a bad review for a book of his -- the book was extremely flawed, but i was, well, young and callow, and did not really do its flaws or its virtues justice, so CC has been unimpressed by me ever since) (or so wagging tongues tell me)
(to be fair whenever we've met he's been absolutely civil)
anyway i don't know why they're in my dreams