April 14, 2004
NEITHER WORD NOR PERFECT
This time tomorrow, I will be en route to EMP Pop Conference, held in Frank Gehry's recycled-pan kindersurprise. I am not delivering a paper on Congalese DIY amplification, but all revelations, controversy, spilled drinks, dance moves and Dale Chihuly sightings shall be reported here.
Tonight I witnessed the EMP's papa sucre, Paul Allen, flapping his arms as if to glide away, pterodactylly, while other of his investments were silenced for months on one second of bad fortune. In the spirit of unity, BamBams flailed.
Posted by Julianne Shepherd at April 14, 2004 12:40 PM | TrackBack