November 20, 2002
Passing through Penn Station last
Passing through Penn Station last night, I spotted on a commercial electronic marquee in big bold letters: "Terror Fox News Terror Fox News" scrolling over and over. I'd say that's about right.
I was trying to remember the full title for the movie Dr. Strangelove. It's Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. It's time I saw it again.
I finally picked up the album by The Strokes. At eleven songs and 35 minutes, I'm instantly smitten. I listened to it on the way to work this morning, looping it on the train, on the street. I could hardly keep my fingers from strumming against my sides. It's like musical speed and was perfect writing music while I was working on the novel during the train ride. They're on tour, and wouldn't you know it, they're sold out in New York, and on my birthday no less. Oh well, that's what I get for taking my time to check out the newest band who's supposed to save rock 'n roll. Again. But I'm loving the album - I feel like I've already had three cups of coffee.