Back Booth last night to see Fantasie Freddy for “FIRING SQUAD”. Not bad, the fella’s got good taste in the vinyl of course so I knew the music would be as messystench so eloquently puts it…”tits”. Almost didn’t go but I was signed up for a 7 year over due meeting with a dear old friend from the L.A. days that’s in town for the weekend. Good to play catch up and be reminded that there are people who still care when all my street lights get shot out.
Something happened when I got downtown though that bothered me. Enough that I’m still thinking about it a bit anyway…I was making my way through the tides of America’s zombified future, walking up Pine, off in a drift about switchblades and tea roses when a little blonde in a big furry something or other broke through my haze, said “Hello there Vaughn” and passed me a smile. I sort of stumbled a step, turned for the double take, said “Hello” and tried to place a name to the face. Nothing. Blank stare.
It makes me feel incredibly pathetic and rude when I can’t remember someone’s name after they made the effort to remember mine (suppose I could have just asked but it’s a bit embarrassing really). I know that it’s just the years on the soak at the long end of the bar doing wonders with my grey matter but still…If I seem a slight vacant at times…don’t take it too personally. Probably just the effect of shattered brain cells or some pointless mental distraction. Wish I had a reset button sometimes you know?