someone else's train

newest additions to my lilithpod: the clash, the cult (i really, really love that new single), red lorry yellow lorry (got a lovely care package of goth cds and jellybeans from brother adam), new order. now, if itunes would just stop random eating my album artwork... (though i love how the majority of my ipod memory space is being taken up by super-lengthy sisters of mercy tracks)

ashamedly, if i lived in brooklyn, i would so try out for this. i figure my presently boring life needs some reality-tv surrealism. though it's kind of funny and kind of sad that when i read the part of the original casting call that said "ideally they [the contestants] would be 24 years old and older", i immediately thought i would be too young, then i realized i'm turning 24 next month. ah, fuck. (it's gonna be a goddamn crisis when i turn 25, i'm telling you.)

the `light is playing new north american shows! could somebody go to their toronto show on november 11th and see if johnny gives any excuse/explanation for why they cancelled their last toronto show at the very last minute? because really, i'm still curious. (even more of a curiousity: the johnny borrell action figure? wtf? that just seems so...wrong to me)

joy division movie mania! pretty freaky how closely sam riley resembles ian curtis, no? (there's also info in that article about other music-based films in the fest...heavy metal in baghdad sounds interesting)

if you're one of the lucky bastards off to the virgin festival this weekend (as i've mentioned already, my weekend's already taken up by father visit tomorrow and work all day sunday), the toronto star has your guide. i feel sort of bad for editors that they're playing the same fest as interpol, but at least they're not playing, like, the slot before them or something.

via oh no they didn't!: jake gyllenhaal flies air canada! okay, i'm sorry i dorked out over that for a bit, even though i'm partial to westjet. (still, depending on my funds next month, air canada may or may not be flying me from seattle to los angeles for a week of partying and general insanity)

i'm continuing to be a workaholic hermit out here on the east end - gotta save my pennies for the big move - which means no film festival madness for me (which is okay because as i've said before, movie stars don't do it for me, aside from jake g. flying air canada -- rock stars, on the other hand...), but it looks like i'm heading to the bovine next tuesday night for a friend's birthday, then to the mod club next saturday for another friend's birthday. so, not exactly a slow week. yet i've been out of the loop for so long that i almost worry i'll just be entirely socially inept once i'm back on the town...fingers crossed that it's like riding a bicycle.

p.s. i'm re-reading this book right now and constantly being reminded how fucking rad it is. you should read it.

[ music | red lorry yellow lorry, "generation" ]