Woke up, around 7, to an email from last night to the effect that EN couldn’t open the Audacity files. Neither could I. I don’t know if I or Dropbox fucked up, but I had to redo the edit of the 1st half of the interview so we could set a rough version to the series producers. So that derailed my writing plans. Did that until noon, showered.
Therapy, call to dad.
Listened to Late Style again on the way to Brooklyn. Left around 4 so I could go to the Center for Fiction. Literary publishing depresses me. Bought Tricia Low’s Socialist Realism, which I’ve almost picked up a couple of times.
Dinner w/ David Nagler.
Went to Roulette for Jessica Pavone’s record release; double string quartet + Nate Wooley (t) and Brian Chase (d). Good piece - a little Feldman in the there, but there was a tonal underpinning.
Got a car to Market Hotel in Bushwick, saw Dry Cleaning. First crowded rock show I’d been to in ages. Took a long time to start, like they hadn’t soundcheck. Vocals buried, not surprisingly, but I know the songs; big guitar outros were the strongest part. All released material, no encore. Briefly saw Colin, the guy who books Mama Tried, possibly the only person I knew there.
M train is right there but doesn’t run late nights; got an Uber. Home 12:30, went to bed quickly.

No reading.