Not too much going on today, so far.
Another good practice with Crack last night. Crack is an interesting experiment in the arena of post modern punk jamband noise jazz. Although none of us really knows how to play the respective instruments which we have taken up with Crack, we seem to ebb and flow nicely together and occasionally express genuine emotions and ideas amidst the musical chaos. We play at each rehearsal with boldness and curiousity, unafraid and most importantly, completely without shame. It all seems to work as long as we listen to what one another are doing.
After Crack practice Sigmund and Jeff floated back across the cardrive to Wilson manor to go watch Zardoz (sp?) while I watched a quick episode of Cowboy Bebop and then drifted off into a wintery sleep while staring at my new lava lamp night light and listening to Sketches of Spain with Cassidy. Since I had been up until past 2:00 a.m. with Weedo the night before, I just couldn't handle a movie with Sean Connery and a giant, floating head.