last friday we drove up to princeton and saw bela fleck and the flecktones. these people are amazing. i remember watching victor wooten playing and thinking now i understand where the ideas of selling your soul for your art come from it was brilliant. victor plays, well, i have no idea how he does what he does with a bass. jeff coffin plays a mean sax. futureman plays this strange creation called the synthaxe drumitar. bela fleck sorta hangs out on stage, looking like an engineer or an english professor (there was some debate about this), playing his banjo, calmly smiling, amused and happy just to be playing.
on saturday we went to see shawn of the dead, a brilliant spoof of dawn of the dead. been a long time since i've seen anything that funny. the movie got an ovation when the credits rolled. been a long time since i've seen that happen.
been reading these amber books that my brother loaned me. these are a series written by a john bettancourt, using roger zelazny's characters and worlds. he's awful. there's no poetry in his prose, and he stomps all over the page like a drunken rhino. bastard.