OMG I feel terrible. One night out of mild drinking, home before 2 and I want to die. How did I get a sore throat? Why? I did not smoke a cigarette I haven’t had a cigarette in almost 20 years why does my throat hurt? Why did this headache ignore the fifteen hundred milligrams of Ibuprofen I threw at it. Why can’t I take Tylenol booooo.

It was awesome, though. Just a night of hanging out at a bar with friends. The absolute best thing in the world. Thank you Sean. I had a lovely long talk with Ivelise, so good to catch up. Back in the mid-90’s, Ivelise and I used to go out to Foley’s once a week, sit sit in a booth in the back, and shoot the shit and talk about our love lives. It was just like old times. Fantastic.

(Is JJ Foley’s still around? I want to go back.)

You know what? Now that I am thinking about it, that Advil does seem to have done some good, this headache isn’t nearly as bad as it was at 6:30 AM.

Jane, however, needs to learn to read the room, maaaan. Yesterday she wakes me up at 9AM when I have gotten like nine and a half hours of sleep, today she wakes me up before 8 when I haven’t even gotten seven hours yet.

But I will survive. I will survive.

I love that a bunch of you are playing Fruit Merge now. Here is the link to the ad-free browser version, courtesy of those far-more-civilized Canadians. Canadians, man. So civilized. Should we become Canadian? Apparently not too hard for us to get passports now owing to Emma’s Quebequois lineage? It’s so cold, though. Man why couldn’t the Canadians have a colony in the Caribbean like everyone else.

Remember: the merging of fruit is mysterious and important work.

Mainly because it keeps you from Doomscrolling.

Join the GMHHAY slack! Reply to this email and ask for an invite if you’re a human who likes chatting with other humans about topics such as these within!

Once again not listening to music this morning, but I did listen to some good new music yesterday: a 100 Gecs remix album (wife sure loved that), new tracks from Bruce Hornsby, Sunn O))), Fcuckers and Twilight Sad.

Oh wait I lied I just put something on: an album called 9 Dreams In Erotic Mourning by Alice Kemp. I don’t know anything about her. It’s on that label Helen Scarsdale Agency that I have been into for a few months now. So far it sounds spooky and ambient. I am digging it, a whole 30 seconds in.

Do I need the new Coil re-release of the Unreleased Hellraiser Themes? I have an original pressing, but this one is… expanded, apparently? I wish I could see a track listing. But it is gonna sell out so fast oh my god I buy way too many records it is such a problem and my poor mother in law is picking up our mail and she will probably — she should, anyway — JUDGE me.

On the other hand it sure is awesome to come home from a trip to like 10 new records.

Cranes are continuing their re-issue campaign. There are so many Cranes records. It’s so weird. They got kinda big on their first album, bigger on their second, huge on their third, then sort of disappeared, but also kept at it and put out seven more records. I had all the old stuff but admittedly lost track of them after Loved — probably because they more or less gave up on the States, haven’t been back. Changed labels. Anyway, these late period albums are great, the pressings are fantastic.

It is so weird to be a fan of a band through their entire career, spanning decades. I got a lot of these now. It’s like they’re family or something. You experience the whole thing in a different way. A new album is an experience like a family member getting married or coming out or something. Am I being metaphorical? I guess? But also no? It is a peculiar sensation. Sometimes it feels very lonely, what with the, ah, fickle nature of the bulk of the music-buying public. I am half-convinced I’m the only person in America who has been shelling out ungodly prices to have these albums shipped here from the UK. But then again I could probably go to Facebook, find some Cranes group and find like 50 dudes who are all exactly like me been doing this for the entire career of the band.

I am not making sense here Luke O’Neil would have done a much better job with this topic. There would be tears.

Oh btw before I left NC I got that dusting job finished. Check it out:

Hey so what is the deal with the markets how are they so dumb and gullible about the war? I mean, doesn’t it seem like there is a non-zero, indeed quite high chance that Trump can’t stop this war? If you were Iran would you stop? Do we really think Trump could get Bibi to stop? The markets are such marks it really is insane. Oh he tweeted the war’s gonna end cool let’s just go pretend he’s telling the truth let’s just pretend this dude is still in control. The markets are like abused children now it’s like they can’t even fathom their big daddy maybe has lost the plot completely. They are so brainwashed to think this dude has all the power. It really is quite sad.

They can’t even fathom that maybe this thing is getting out of control.

Spent a long time yesterday talking to some people who know such things about the private credit markets and you can go long on them, as a plebe like me, sort of, but I don’t really love the mechanisms by which you can go long because it’s all through exchange traded things that are traded mainly by these self-same people who just love the common narrative. It’s real weird.

I suppose it’s also real weird for me to be long on private credit markets but short AI. But I am not short AI because of the bubble, which does seem to be nicely, albeit slowly, bursting. I am ethically short AI, because it sucks. Oh shit. I almost wrote “(mostly) sucks”. It is creeping into my brain shit I want to vibe code a music playing app oh shit oh shit. The toxicity of modernity is coming to get me as I write these words on this holocaust machine.

My local email list is arguing about EVs and my god it is so crazy this whole thing about the batteries dying in ten years. People are OBSESSED with this supposed “fact.” Next year the Model 3 will turn 10, and the year after, there will be like 300,000 Model 3s on the road that are ten years old. Are we gonna see a mass battery failure? I mean, I personally doubt it? Do we think this myth will then be put to bed? I mean, I personally doubt it? They’ll just make something else up. And I love how a bunch of them cannot conceive at all that a car can get its power from the sun. “Oh grumble grumble I’m so smart an ICE car uses oil but your EV uses natural gas from a power plant.” NO, FOOL. My EV uses the freakin SUN. It RULES. And it will always be there and always be free.

My favorite part was one of these dudes had a username of, like, “off grid dreams” something something. Apparently his off grid dreams do not extend as far as, you know, his electricity.

Oh yeah this 9 Dreams in Erotic Mourning album is great it’s like if you took a late-period Coil album and played it at half-speed. A+.

Jane is on her iPad watching space videos that feature the dude who makes songs about planets who sounds exactly like the dude from the Bloodhound Gang and I was so convinced it was him that I had to go look it up. It is not. This one is about M51 ULS 1b. Imagine that Bloodhound Gang song about the Discovery Channel except it’s about exoplanets. It is so weird.

She is the best. We have been doing so much snuggling this week, it rules. Snuggling with your kid rules. We snuggle in the morning we snuggle in the midday we snuggle in the evening. SNUGGLES.

Man I am not much for making playlists on this trip, so here is a track from this Alice Kemp album I’m sure you’re gonna love it.