in a city with a broken heart. all the places he used to haunt. and the smell of his sweaters and the fall. coming up and up.

within the first few days of returning to pittsburgh i meet up with rob and somehow joe pernice (and my enduring fondness for all i've heard of his work) comes up as the topic of conversation. first thing that happens then? rob tells me "oh, he's going to be in town tomorrow at the rosebud." !!!! we attend and pernice has a cold or other stuffy illness, as well as a rigid setlist. but none of that really matters because he ends the set with "flaming wreck." a perfect close.

sigh. and my morning jacket soooon. and spiritualized. and taking pictures. and silkworm. and rebecca gates. and many others.