I think it’s nearly 10pm on Sunday. I feel like I’ve been asleep for a hundred years. And also like a large mammal has been kicking me in the guts, brain and soles of my feet. I ingested no booze, no illicit substances, and yet I feel WRECKED.
I managed to wake myself up today at 5:30 in the EVENING. It took me another four hours to feed myself, get dressed and walk to a friend’s to borrow a computer to do this update. That’s how tired I am. The Pop Explosion has rocked my ass to the moon and back.
I’ll be back later tonight with photos and actual reportage of varying quality. Until then…I need some ibuprofen. And ginger ale. And a cold cloth. And to hit “play” again on this gorgeous K’Naan CD. Medicine.
This article appears in Oct 13-19, 2005.