WEEKEND UPDATE

Hey,

So I’m too tired and dizzy to organize this, so I’m just going to start and see where it goes. 

I had a dream last night that Mike Morrissey had put out a 7” and a deluxe double CD EP, both in elaborate packaging. As I walked into Brockport from my mom’s house, I saw hundreds of these items on the sidewalk.  I ran into Mike once I arrived in town, and he explained to me that as a promotional tool, his publicist decided that some of his records should be left in strategic places around town as a free giveaway.  When I informed him that they were all scattered around and torn apart next to the highway, he panicked and ducked into a bathroom.  I thought he was in there freaking out, but he came out 20 minutes later, tossed down a magazine with a blurb about “Gold Star For Robot Boy,” and said, “I should start listening to Guided By Voices.  But I won’t,” and then he laughed.

I had this dream when I was sleeping at Kennedy and Jess’s house in Buffalo.  K and I had sat up playing Guitar Hero for several hours previously.  I’m a klutz on that little guitar, but I’m great on the drums!  The hardest song to play was Mountain Song by Jane’s Addiction.  I never figured out how the beat is supposed to sound.

I was staying at Kennedy’s house because my friend Tracie got married in Buffalo last night.  I’m definitely burying the lead here, because this is definitely the most important part of this post.  The reception at this wedding contained the best dancing of any wedding reception…maybe any party…that I have attended in my life.  The vinyl DJ had an excellent selection of actual jams (no contemporary bubblegum pop), and this propelled the most in-sync wedding reception dance floor I have seen.  At any point, you could glance at the dance floor and see gorgeous, fluid movements across the entire group (think of the group dancing shots in the “Big Poppa” video, but with white people), which never dwindled to less than a dozen, and usually consisted of 40 or more.  And at the very end, the party formed a circle around the bride and groom, with everyone holding hands, and eventually rushing inward and outward in abstract relation to the swooning final song.  When the music ended everybody cheered and clapped and the newlyweds kissed.  It was a perfect culmination of what had been happening all night, and it couldn’t have been planned.  Transcendent swooning love, translated impeccably over the physical movement of a large group.  The wedding itself took place in a Catholic church, but I think the finale of the reception was the closest we all came to figuring out what Love is and what God means.

We’ve been listening to Feed The Animals in the car.  I still haven’t gotten all the way through it.