I was happy to learn yesterday evening that, after all these years and modifications, the Tetris music has not changed at all. I don't know how to do music on this blog and if I typed dun-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh and so on, well you'd have to take my word for it that we were duh-nuh-nuh-ing the same song. So suffice it to say that the Tetris music you remember from the 80s, on the big clunky Gameboy, hasn't changed a note.

It was on the bus. He was playing it like a musical blow-up doll on prom night, smiling with BIG TEETH, a fully grown man just getting joy from Tetris with the music on high. No one asked him to turn it down (typical Toronto; I only see new immigrants being proactive about these things) and I for one was happy for it. Much better to listen to than half the tracks on that lame Bright Eyes album.

My crush on Conor Oberst* is waning.

Notes:
Conor Oberst: I am comfortable admitting that I haven't had a rock star crush
like this since I was fourteen years old and it was Billy Corgan. (I am also comfortable admitting that I had a huge rock star crush on Billy Corgan.) Part of the reason, I think, for my waning crush is that Mason and I spent all Coachella making fun of Conor Oberst in a way that I assumed was goodnatured. We named our rental car (a Honda Civic hybrid) Oberst and when we couldn't find it we called "Oberst!" Then when we did find it, we whined appropriately, "heeere guys."

Bright Eyes headlined Day 2 of Coachella, and by the time we'd built it up and he got on stage, we were kinda laughing at our inside jokes more than his, which incidentally were not very funny.