"Who Killed Laura Palmer?" (spoilers for folks who ain't seen Twin Peaks ahead)

Boy howdy, this weekend was a cold one, guys and gals! My bright idea of distributing flyers along the parade route in Monroe came to nought as most everybody stayed the heck home. Luckily the Dimestore Troubadours did not feel this way and got to the show in one piece (though they did get pulled over by the same cop twice on the way up). Both bands played great sets and the show was as well attended as could be expected considering the weather conditions. The Troubadours stayed at my place that night adn we had a rolicking good time (all things considered). The next day Joseph (the lead singer) and I went out and about in the wilds of Monroe to forage for more beer then took the rest of the band shopping for suits and other sundries in the metropolis. They left glad that they had come. Hooray!

Tensions continue to mount regarding Justin's imminent departure for Arkansas. I think we'll stay the course and replace him but that doesn't keep some negative Nellies from speculating that this is the end of the band. Well, one way or another I ain't quitting this new show biz lifestyle of mine. I've developed a taste for it.

Domino comes out on DVD today. I was mistaken in stating that it would be released this past week on Valentine's Day. I'll be stopping by the mall (shudder!) to pick up a copy after school today. Let me reiterate that this was one of my favorite films of 2005 and I highly reccommend it to one and all. The Tom Waits commentary track is worth the price of rental alone, I'm sure.

I got a wild hair across my ass to rewatch some Twin Peaks this President's Day. Viewing it again, I was struck by how frickin' sad all of it is. The first time I saw this stuff I thought it was pretty silly and more a goof than anything else. But now I see Lynch trying to expose something rotten at the heart of the American landscape (in the trees even!) that eats away at our innocence and heart. Laura Palmer is raped and murdered by her father. How do you explain a thing like that? Lynch created "Bob" as a supernatural motivation for these crimes but in reality there isn't any "Bob". It's just Mr. Palmer. "I always thought you knew it was me." "I never thought you knew it was me." Ugh. I feel for you, Laura. There are probably more of you out there than any of us know.

Thinking about images and repetition quite a bit lately. I want to take the old camera and find a good landscape or something to take "moving stills" of and repeat the process a few times to create-what? Eh, I think the action of doing it will be enough. I cull meaning from it later. In any event, I hope to see some of y'all at our show in Shreveport this Saturday. Take care of yourselves,because God knows I can't.