been on the phone all day, w/ the label, trying to wrangle an interview/tickets for Counting Crows, 4? 5? times on the phone with Pete. I need him to come fix my printer and keyboard and lamp. ("This is just a ploy to get me over there." "No, but if it were, would it work?" "I wouldn't appreciate you lying to me, but probably, yes.") I told him not to cut his hair but I think I will lose. So far he has not been shot by creepy-tuft-of-hair guy.
Talking Heads '77. working on Noyes's stupid commonsense questions, rapidly getting sick of it.