Currently on the fertile creative soil of Lansing, MI, to where I spent pretty much all of yesterday driving — hence no posts, though I did listen to a fuckton of albums that need to be reviewed from the likes of Steak, Ivy Garden of the Desert, The Company Corvette, Dust Storm Warning, etc. — and in a couple hours, I’ll head out to Wisconsin for the kickoff of Days of the Doomed. I don’t know when I’m going to have time to write.
It’s kind of the one thing I never worked out on this trip. Well, that and driving home. Ha. Either way, the fest goes until like two each night and I’m not traveling alone, so I think what I’m going to do is take notes at the fest — which is about the douchiest thing in the fucking world to be doing other than writing at a Starbucks — and maybe put it together with the pics I take as a narrative piece over the course of Monday and Tuesday.
Seems strange to be at a fest and not post immediate coverage, but I have the feeling tonight’s going to go late, and I don’t even know what the plan is for tomorrow yet in terms of driving, when I’m going to leave to head back to Jersey, etc. We’ll see, I guess. Either way, I’ll grab pen and paper from somewhere just in case I actually need to use it, but maybe I’ll post a few pictures or something in the meantime, since I can’t imagine walking out of The Blue Pig and not having something to say about it or being patient enough to actually wait to do so. Or maybe I’ll do like in the Netherlands and just not sleep.
We shall see. Either way, looking forward to a massively doomed weekend and to good times with good people.
Tags: Lansing, Michigan