I didn't bring any music with me - this was a public hospital in NYC and I didn't want to lose my mp3 player to either a nurse's or a patient's sticky fingers - but on my last night ther, my wonderful wife brought me her ipod and I found myself listening to this song over and over and over. She's always dug it while, though a fan of throbbing Gristle and Chris & Cosey, I'd never given it much thought - something to do with the drums sounding 'too 80's (they do).

Anyways, the words and music of Genesis P-Orridge and company were strangely comforting. I wore down the battery listening to it and Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah).

Fast forward to last Thursday night. I was at an art opening in Soho. Neat stuff, and plenty of odd, cult celebrities in attendance, among them Michael Richards, John Cale, and Genesis P-Orridge. That's pretty much the end of it.

man, that comment is a typo's dream. No more tequilla for me tonight.

Just kidding. *Much* more tequilla for me. Hooray!!

Oh - I forgot to describe 'Godstar'. In short, it's a near-perfect pieve of pop craftmanship, and coming from someone as anti-pop as Genesis P-Orridge (NSFW), that's no small feat.

I once thought I had small feet, but with time I realized they're not really all that small at all.

My hands are pretty damn small, though. So goes it.

Did you get the chance to tell him yr hospital story?