Saturday, May. 18, 2002 - 12:05 a.m.
I'm once again home from work and completely exhausted. No more avant garde electronic jazz funk hip hop improv freakout shows for a while, please. I don't think that I can take any more shows where everything sounds like feedback or a torn speaker cone. My mixes sounded like shit.
I did stop by the local Nobody Beats the Wiz, where I picked up a few CDs: Black Sabbath, Master of Reality, Bob Dylan, Self Portrait, and the Dream Syndicate, Days of Wine and Roses.
I have to get up in six hours to go do more work.
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