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KANEBLACK.COM BLOG NOTES MP3S Added as they're written, and free to download. Four Unwitting Hostages			PREVIOUSLY AUGUST 2008 "...Booze Howle live from a venue I forget the name of above The Tube." JULY 2008 "Son Ambulance played the Doug Fir in Portland, Friday. I took a couple of videos during the set..."
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		NOV It gets dark here at 5.00 o'clock now. Here's an MP3 I just put together, which may or may not help. Four Unwitting Hostages A friend just emailed to say FBI played one of my songs on the weekend, which is awful kind of both the friend and the radio personality caught up in all this. Listen online, or at 94.5FM if you're in Sydney. SEP There's never a time in the week to tidy up. All I can do until the relative calm of the weekend is merely imagine cleanliness: what would I tidy first; will I vacuum or will I sweep; all the crumpled papers will be gone. This mental dusting is almost as good as actual cleanliness and I can get on with the real business of the day once it's taken care of. A decision I'd made this week was to remove all the David Foster Wallace books from my floor for good. I was tempted to throw them away although I knew I could never go through with that, so I was thinking of the next best thing, which was to store them in a cardboard box taped shut more than the necessary number of times, in the room under the stairs (which no one ever goes to except when storing things away in a place which no one ever goes to). The books were not absolutely dead things. They would suface from beneath t-shirts and food containers demanding to be understood. I wish they were dead because I'd already read them all several times and I wasn't going to read them again - no way! - and now they were just time wasting. I made a start on Saturday first thing. I made a stack which was just big enough that they wouldn't tumble uncontrollably from my arms and not so small as to diminish the monstrous weight of the worlds within them. As I carried the stack around I collected dirty laundry and other things which had to go. I laid the stack on the inside of the open door ready for the passage. All sorts of things happened that afternoon, and on Sunday I was slightly horrified to discover that no change had taken place to the issue at hand. I couldn't even bring myself to store the sorry things. Once again, I played avoidance online. I searched 'david foster wallace new' hoping against hope that somewhere out there there was a David Foster Wallace piece I'd never read. Fiction, non-fiction, an essay, an interview, anything? That was when I learned that David Foster Wallace had hung himself six days earlier. And there would be nothing to read that wasn't already depressed against that door. Recently I wrote a website "soundtrack" to accompany a Sin City inspired animation. Website Soundtrack 01 AUG And Optimistic... Here's Radiohead performing Faust (or, depending on how you look at it, Neil Young's Tell Me Why) at Wednesdays show in Auburn, WA.