oh shit what did we watch last night. no, i remember, we watched patti smith again, in london this time i guess, a shirtless girl with tiny breasts was slowly dancing in place with torches in her hands to patti singing, then they seemed to be back in detroit like the night before but with different masks. then we started watching city hall, but how could we watch 4.5 hours of boston city hall on new years, it may have got exciting but it looked pretty banal. we paused it indefinitely and watched a trip to greece. those guys are desperately funny, i mean they try desperately hard, but there's a sadness, like addiction, they're funny man addicts, addicted to each other, exhausting, they exhaust each other and they're sad to leave. i can't imagine them back home. if they followed their hearts they'd be together all the time and just have funny man dalliances with girls who are suckers for the endless repartee. then the david crosby doc, wow, i thought he was a mess and yet he comes out shining, though with 8 stints a new kidney and diabetes, but his beautiful voice soaring intact and he wants peace and love and music like he always did even when drugs ruined him. 

tonight we watch luz:the flower of evil, or david byrne's american utopia or both i hope if we can stay awake.

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