It’s the Mercury‘s rival paper, the Willamette Week’s election event this evening, doors open at 6:30pm, the event starts at 8:00pm, when I have to be somewhere else. So my strategy is: Show up at 6:30, be “seen,” then sneak out at 7:40, without watching the candidates spin the same lines I’ve already heard. Problem: What if someone from the Willamette Week sees me leaving? Will they assume I don’t care about politics? Does that matter? Probably not. Also: Couldn’t I spend the hours between 6:00pm and 8:00pm doing something more productive, like loading a few more of my CDs onto iTunes? No. I will sacrifice the comprehensiveness of my party shuffle. It’s at Roseland on West Burnside if you’re at a loose end.
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Matt Davis is mostly a writer, photographer, editor, publisher, entrepreneur and communications professional. In the renaissance tradition he occasionally also turns his hand to sewing, acting, poetry, filmmaking and so on. But when he dies, he would like to be judged solely on the quality of the relationships he enjoyed throughout the course of his life with other people. Because he feels, in the end, that those are the only point in being alive to do anything.
Mmm. There may be a rival WW music journalist at my Cut Copy thing tonight.
Isn’t there some law of physics against that kind of thing?
Anyway, your WW staffers will be too busy sucking up to any Oregonian journos who show up, so I wouldn’t worry.
Mmm. There may be a rival WW music journalist at my Cut Copy thing tonight.
Isn’t there some law of physics against that kind of thing?
Anyway, your WW staffers will be too busy sucking up to any Oregonian journos who show up, so I wouldn’t worry.
Cut Copy? Cut Copy?
Cut Copy? Cut Copy?
Yeah. Do you like them?
Yeah. Do you like them?
I don’t know. I’d have to be given some illegally copied music by that particular outfit in order to make up my mind.
[looks at ceiling. wonders where he can find someone willing to break the law just to further his musical taste...]
I don’t know. I’d have to be given some illegally copied music by that particular outfit in order to make up my mind.
[looks at ceiling. wonders where he can find someone willing to break the law just to further his musical taste...]
Magik!
Magik!