Up at 4:30, finally watched the tail of White Like Me - the most informative section was on black exclusions from New Deal programs. Read another 50 p. of The Song Machine. Went back to bed to try to break this bad sleep cycle; woken up at 8 when dad wanted to know if it was ok if a plumber came by soon. Left before 10; tried Rancho Cucamonga Library again, but it turns out that they're closed until Jan. 3. At Coffee Klatch, wrote yesterday's (long) entry, fiddled 90 min. or so w/ a discussion of African music's "functional" character. Home, rested a bit and read in Black Nature. Went out w/ Bree at 3 to Ontario Mills (outlet mall) to buy a pair of Converse and a standard issue reversible belt, to replace items that wore out months ago. Numbing but necessary. Raining yet again. Listened to nearly all of Charli XCX, Sucker. I like the brevity, effort to dirty up the sounds, and there are several deep cuts that seem a little more individual than Swedish factory product, notably the rocklike changes of "Breaking Up," though they probably aren't. Persona is a little vague over the course of the record.
Came back via the gym, did 30 min. on treadmill while Bree swam. Not really strenuous, but the first time I've been to the gym since my bad fall cold. Listened to some pieces from that French Avant-Garde comp. on LTM, and read the first story in Charles Johnson, The Sorcerer's Apprentice - "The Education of Mingo," a slave ("bondsman") from the same made-up tribe that figures in Middle Passage. And again, he has one character who knows Plato, Hume, etc. well. (Oh, I also read one story yesterday by the mid-century fantasist John Collier last night - an arch short about genies that would have made an alright Twilight Zone episode.) Dinner w/ parents. Went out about 7:30, got a coffee, made a list of things that I need/want to do before leaving for NY on 1/12/(16!), dipped back into Song Machine. And returned a call from my cousin Christina (a doctor at UCLA and competitive salsa dancer) asking if I would be a pallbearer at her father's funeral; this is my uncle Tony, my late maternal grandmother's last living brother, who passed just a day or two before Christmas Eve. Yes, of course.
Went to KSPC to guest at Kristi & Cleaver's show, as planned last night. Basically just did a station i.d., a PSA about El Nino (the City of Claremont will supply sandbags to Residents and Businesses), and back-announced a short set consisting of The Furys "Say Goodbye to the Black Sheep" (7" looked power-pop, sounds pretty pub rock if not Springsteenesque), Millinder/Tharpe "Rock Me," and New Birth's version of Bobby Womack's "I Can Understand It." Hung out and chatted 'til they finished at 10. Came home, finished the last chapter of The Song Machine - slick read, w/ interesting quotes (Dr. Luke on melodic rhythm). Probably at its weakest in suggesting that pop methods are that different than they've been for, at a minimum 50 years; still danger I'll model too much of the last ch. of the book on his treatment.