last night

...was interesting. yanari played a very polished technical prog set, then PF(F)(F)T! came out and sukkked the "p" (or rather i did). rather than do what we always do, i was attempting to proceed from an intention, but once we got on the set, nothing worked -- room acoustics made the feedback different than it was at mi casa, couldn't get the e-bow to operate, couldn't hear marcus (!), couldn't see to switch the F/X over from the h&k to the fender because yanari wanted the lights off and i figured it'd kill the vibe to turn 'em back on. when hentai got going, terry came over to tell me to turn down so the singers could be heard, and since i couldn't hear anything i was playing anyway, i just put down my gtr and went outside. pretty soon, hickey and marcus came outside too. i told terry i was done with hentai, but that's probably an overreaction. in fact, the performance was a pretty good metaphor for the way i'm feeling.

ADDENDUM: high point of the evening for me was walking in and hearing mc5 "motor city is burning" on the box, and seeing the gonzalez brothers.