March is mad

So anyway, the St. Vincent gig yesterday with Andrea and Esther was a blast and I saw many people with asymmetric haircuts and drainpipe jeans wearing Wayfareresque spectacles and cosmopolitan scowls. Annie Clark wore a grey (?) dress with sculptured sleeves, black tights and awesome flats-that-look-kinda-like-boots-as-well. Daniel Hart (on the violin) wore equally cool shoes and had a fringe like a misused tassel. But during the noise-driven climax of the opening song "The Strangers", I quietly decided there and then, in the uncomfortably upholstered seating, that a falling spotlight could strike me dead but my happiness would be eternal. What was also excellent was the live looping on stage, which I thought was beyond cool. Finally, the night ended with a cover of "These Days", with Clark cracking a joke about doing a "sober" version unlike the heroin-induced haze that often accompanies the version sung by Nico. And then she disappeared into the curtains, and I swore that I'll come back again. Having said that, I wish I could stay longer to beg for an autograph. I had even packed in my Sharpie and everything... too bad my sister's Chinese exam sent the both of us packing in an expensive taxi ride.

In other news, I dropped by Mt. E today to accompany my mum for her bronchoscope and we looked at gross pictures of the scan together. It's not TB but it's not a normal tumour either, which means more expensive testing and more pictures to come. The corridors of that place really belong to the set of a bad 80's medical drama involving the sickly and their old money and I don't want to go back (unless bribed). So that's what has been happening for the past few days and Thank You for your concern and prayers. I'm OK; just wanting to duct tape my grandmother's sagging jowls shut for reasons that I won't delve into here. She's just a regular Mrs Dubose, grumpy and in pain. We're looking forward to more trips to the hospital and more mysterious ailments. Such adventures await us.

By the way, I have decided that ethically, I should not be having spawn in the future since my family's medical history is plagued by all kinds of diseases – so far, I have diabetes, heart disease, cancer and hypertension within 3 filial generations (and I sound like I'm introducing my antique stamp collection). SICKNESS RUNS AMOK IN MY BLOOD. I AM A CARRIER OF DISEASES. RUN, CHILDREN, RUN.

OK it'll be a challenge to study right now but I'll try to anyway.