In the middle of the night I woke up and moved to the couch (couldn't sleep; it's very warm in our bedroom at this time of year - north facing masonry wall gets a lot of sun and then retains the heat). J woke up around 4 and then couldn't get back to sleep (lonely in bed without his husband), so he had a very long day.
Once I woke up, I made breakfast (bacon + eggs for him, bacon only for me) (this was a mistake). I hung out converting files from flac to mp3, tagging them, and importing them into itunes for a couple of hours; then we went to visit some friends in the city to celebrate a birthday with some board games.
Endeavor, which only J had ever played before. It's an interesting resource management game with surprising complexity and what appears to be a high replay value; I suspect it will become a regular in our game rotation for a while.
Age of Steam, which J and I hadn't played before but others had, although not very frequently. It was painful: (a) I fucked up something early whic put me in a bad position for the whole game; (b) the game lends itself to a nasty form of analysis paralysis; (c) it seems like it ought to be predictable based on the simplicity of the rules but it isn't; (d) by the end of it I was ravenous.
The Scepter of Zavandor, one of our standby classics; it dragged a bit and became boring when the birthday girl (through luck) established a runaway lead.
Today I took a longish lunch and went for a seven mile walk. It's a beautiful day; the sun is shining (I now have very salty skin), there's a brisk wind across the bay. The mudflats are muddy, and flocks of small birds are feeding in them; light reflects scintillatingly off of their wings as they hop in formation from puddle to puddle.
New music (still from the Coachella bootlegs):
Plastikman: So, back in the day, MNS and I had an argument about whether modern electronic dance music is just disco in new clothes. Some of it is - Kaskade, for example, probably qualifies - but Plastikman definitely isn't. Although, to be fair, it's not entirely clear that it's dance music; I'm not convinced I could dance to it. It's more of an atmospheric electronic music, reminiscent of DJ Spooky, that you might listen to while tripping out on the beauty of the world. Quite good for some moods; probably not very good for listening to while working or studying, though.
Wolfgang Gartner: Holy. Fucking. Shit. Absolutely fantastic turntablist set. Rivals DJ Shadow at his best.
The XX: This band exists somewhere in the space between M83 and Portishead. Given that Portishead bored me to tears, it's something of a surprise that I enjoyed their set, but I did; it had a good energy and a bit of bounce to it, and was a lot of fun to listen to.
Camera Obscura: I can't tell if this band is good at what they do; I assume so, as they come to me well-recommended. But ... meh. They're not bad, certainly, but I wouldn't notice them if I heard them again ... a very low-energy, chill set that sounds like two women harmonizing with instruments and didn't have a lot of variety. There's something this reminds me of, that I just can't make click; in some ways, perhaps, a less interesting version of Poe ... but Poe had more energy in a single song than this band could summon in an entire set. Meh.
Beach House: More energetic, but ultimately the same sort of music as Camera Obscura, and not much more interesting.
The Gossip: Wow. Very energetic, sort of a mash of 80s dance/R&B with a punk-rock beat. A great deal of fun, and "Standing in the Way of Control" is an awesome anthem to listen to, and would be a great deal of fun live.
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