[ Truthfully, Daniel isn't really that big into music. He likes it enough, knows what's hip and what's not via open mics at late night cafes and coworker osmosis. He gets the appeal, certainly: counter culture's driving force is often music, and he wouldn't have an ongoing serial in the Berkeley Barb if he didn't care about that sort of shit, but it's never something at the forefront of his mind. Not like writing.
It's mostly an excuse to talk to Armand one on one if he's being honest--which he tries to be. He's got a tiny bit of scratch to buy a few things now that he's not paying for his drugs at the moment, courtesy of one of the strangely fascinating undead creature he'd been interviewing for a few days. Louis is intriguing in a beautifully haunting way, elegant in his easy sadness, but it's the other vampire that he can't get a good read on. It's something that leaves a strange sensation in his stomach, like too much rice at a Chinese buffet. A gut feeling he can't quite put a finger on. Danger, yes--he's not stupid, just ambitious enough not to give a shit what happens to him--but there's something else there, something that's driving him up the wall. He wants Armand's truth.
'An album of the stones' is the perfect way to do it. Maybe it won't be an official interview--maybe he can work up to that--but it's a start. Daniel'll take a start over a dead end any day of the week.]
Hey.
[ It only feels a little weird, sliding into the place in Divisadero like he's a regular guest when he hasn't really been there for long at all. There's no such thing as normalcy in terms of what he's doing, especially not with who he's interviewing, but the simple act of arriving at someone's place with a few second hand records and a cheap six pack is somewhat grounding. ]
caravaggios;
[ Truthfully, Daniel isn't really that big into music. He likes it enough, knows what's hip and what's not via open mics at late night cafes and coworker osmosis. He gets the appeal, certainly: counter culture's driving force is often music, and he wouldn't have an ongoing serial in the Berkeley Barb if he didn't care about that sort of shit, but it's never something at the forefront of his mind. Not like writing.
It's mostly an excuse to talk to Armand one on one if he's being honest--which he tries to be. He's got a tiny bit of scratch to buy a few things now that he's not paying for his drugs at the moment, courtesy of one of the strangely fascinating undead creature he'd been interviewing for a few days. Louis is intriguing in a beautifully haunting way, elegant in his easy sadness, but it's the other vampire that he can't get a good read on. It's something that leaves a strange sensation in his stomach, like too much rice at a Chinese buffet. A gut feeling he can't quite put a finger on. Danger, yes--he's not stupid, just ambitious enough not to give a shit what happens to him--but there's something else there, something that's driving him up the wall. He wants Armand's truth.
'An album of the stones' is the perfect way to do it. Maybe it won't be an official interview--maybe he can work up to that--but it's a start. Daniel'll take a start over a dead end any day of the week.]
Hey.
[ It only feels a little weird, sliding into the place in Divisadero like he's a regular guest when he hasn't really been there for long at all. There's no such thing as normalcy in terms of what he's doing, especially not with who he's interviewing, but the simple act of arriving at someone's place with a few second hand records and a cheap six pack is somewhat grounding. ]
Grabbed some Dylan, too. Real far out stuff.