Tagamet

So I’m here at the Serrano Hotel in San Francisco, having just enjoyed another night of terrible sleep, because I have a hard time sleeping when I’m about the do something exciting. I left our room to come down to the lobby, ’cause lying around in the dark wasn’t doing me any good, and had a cup of coffee while reading the rather disheartening post-election wrap-ups. Then I came downstairs to the “business center,” a room with two way-ugly IBMs, and that’s where I got inspired to say hello to you all. So: hello! I’m going to go make a new album today!
Just to the left of this computer is a little white pill that somebody left here. It’s Tagamet. Finding anti-ulcer medication next to a hotel computer terminal at five in the morning is somehow the least filmable cinematic moment I’ve ever experienced.