May 22nd, 2004

chair, apartment


the line for The Saddest Music in the World wrapped around the block and they were late letting people inside the Harvard Exit. Finding a seat was almost impossible, but at the last minute one appeared. The movie itself was kind of challenging. Parts of it were pretty. Most of it was in this ancient looking grainy shiny black and white and it felt like a very strange dream. I need to think about whether I'd recommend it.

after the movie, I tried to find a party but I think that the address that I wrote on my wrist was wrong. or else the apartment was located in a secret location hidden in the safeway.

instead, I walked to neumo's, where I'd missed everything but Elf Power and attendance was sparse. They were poppy elephant6 good, but not so excellent that I wanted to stay for more than an hour.