Felt braindead all day. Lousy weather. Slept badly. Couldn’t get back to sleep after getting up at 8 but in that mercurial space of time in which my brain thought it was awake while my body did not I remembered the name of the TV show that starred the guy I saw at Bill’s Burger Bar in Rockefeller Center yesterday. Now I can’t remember it again. But my brain was doing that post-dream machinations thing of tucking that useless bit of information away where I can’t possibly forget it, and then forgetting it hours later.
It’s like a deadpan title for the show. Aha, CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM. That’s it. Larry David is who I saw. Glad to solve that useless mystery.
Tried to do some stuff but mostly failed. Wrote a longer version of the encounter with Lucy (many facts changed, btw) which I started yesterday. Still to write the Donald Trump payphone piece, though it’s mostly done, I think. Tried stuff at the piano but failed. Wanted to get the microphone and both stereo channels from the piano pumped into the field recorder all at once but it seems impossible using the Tascam mixer board I have, unless I get ludicrous with audio extension cables and adapters.
Feeling entirely depleted today. No heroics to reach for… for which to reach. Think I will go walking in the rain now, even though I hate walking in the rain.
