I woke up with a headache and slightly annoyed. I drank a little too much for a Sunday night,
but one of my favorite DJs was spinning at 950, so dancing and drinking was as
imperative as the 2:00 AM phone call to my fuck buddy Spencer. He was still sound asleep, but I was most
definitely awake. I had class in a few
hours, so I slipped on my robe and I went to the kitchen, where coffee was
imperative.
I put in a tape that my friend Samantha at work made for me
and started a pot of coffee. A bass line
started the song and then Black Francis started wailing about the Salvador Dali
movie, Un Chien Andalou.
“Oh, the new Pixies record.” Spencer said as he came out of
the bedroom “I was a little bit more fond of Surfer Rosa, but Doolittle I
think has a bit of potential to break into the mainstream, which, I don’t think
is necessarily a bad thing but…”
“Too early, Spencer. Too early.” I said “and put on some pants.”
“Too early, Spencer. Too early.” I said “and put on some pants.”
Spencer went to Northwestern and was a DJ on their world
famous radio station, WNUR and worked at Trax.
He had a lot of opinions on music, books and movies, but lacked much
substance outside of his pop culture bubble.
We were by no means dating, because quite frankly, he annoys me. But, at the same time, he could be very sweet
and thoughtful and he also had a car.
“Hey, so I know you have class, but wanna grab some
food? I mean, I have to open up at Trax
today, so I’m heading in that direction.”
“What did I just say?” I asked as I lit a cigarette.
The next song on the tape was a song by Galaxie 500 and
Spencer, as always chimed in “Oh, yeah, this song is pretty good. I mean, if I made this tape, I probably would
have picked Parking Lot to follow up
a Pixies song. You know, I have the new
record at my apartment if you wanna come up to Evanston tonight we can…”
“Jesus Christ, Spencer! My head is killing me and don’t care about the new Galaxie 500 album right now! I can listen to it at the store! I just want some silence, a cigarette and some coffee!” I yelled. “FUCK!”
“Jesus Christ, Spencer! My head is killing me and don’t care about the new Galaxie 500 album right now! I can listen to it at the store! I just want some silence, a cigarette and some coffee!” I yelled. “FUCK!”
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