Jess Klein - Backstage

Outside my house is a church which chimes the hours and, on Sunday, the Mass times…despite this, I wrote a new song this weekend, with the word ‘f**k’ in the chorus.  I can’t even spell it out here because it makes no sense in this context.  But I’m kind of glad the word has the impact it does.  In the context of the song, I meant it.  Important to reserve words for the right moment.  I don’t make a very good potty mouth.  Going to try it out at Rockwood tomorrow night.  Today seemed to be about napping one page in to Matsuo Kirino’s book, Out.  Looking forward to staying alert next time I open it, because I was hooked, I was just also under 4 blankets - I didn’t want to take any chances on being cold.  It’s cold out.  I was really getting into Kenzaburo Oe’s Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness but I left it with my friend by mistake after wandering around Williamsburg, Brooklyn at 1:30 a.m. I/S/O taxi.  My friend, Butterfly (that’s a code name) only had a $100 bill, so there was debate about stopping somewhere to try to break it or just taking a chance on the cabbie having change.  I didn’t want to stop in at White Castle, though Butterfly told me about a former White Castle somewhere which was converted into a vegetarian restaurant and is now called ‘Veggie Castle’, and that is somewhere I would have wanted to stop into.  So now I have to give Butterfly the $80 change to get my Oe book back.  Seems fair enough.