Just got call from Cooper thanking for vegetables, asking if he could use proposed band name 'Fêted Corps' as song title, signed forms, gave permissions. Little traces in the ether, that's me.

"Jealous? I'll give you something to be jealous about!" "Hurt? I'll show you hurt!" Etc., etc. It's an easy game to play, good if you have a problem with people actually caring about you.

Problem is, when they actually really, really care about you, it just torments them and gets you nowhere much. Suppose there's a certain pleasure to be had in the whole generative schema thing, cunning linguist & all that.

Cooper also told me about show happening down the street in about half an hour, really tired, may go anyway, smoke machine be damned.