Not a parent, so my response may not be valid, but I’d say that means Mom knows who she is and isn’t trying to be otherwise. In other words, “whatever, kid.” 😅

Probably Homecoming and Bad. This one’s also got some of my favorite B-sides, many of which sadly appear to have vanished from Spotify in the years since the reissue.

Was feeling self-centered for compiling an album of amateur music I'd released over the years. Then U2 announced a box set of their lame 2004 album with "Vertigo" on it and I thought "ok, I'm not *that* ridiculous." So I uploaded my stuff to Bandcamp's release queue. keirdubois.com/new-music-re...

I feel obligated to tell you all that the San Diego Padres just made the playoffs on a 5-4-3 triple play against LA. 🤎💛

When I told my wife about it she was like “Oh yeah? Well last night I dreamed that I had two small snakes on my face, apparently for medicinal purposes, and they started fighting, but the doctor said ‘sorry, they’ve gotta stay on there for two days.’”

And…that’s all it was? Just switching rapidly between two or three locations with eerie ugliness beginning to happen and nobody but me understood what was going on.

(High school? Maybe college since it was in Santa Barbara?). Oily-like evil substance bubbling up from beneath State Street and Ledbetter Beach, which only I noticed.

Bizarre Stranger Things-like dream last night in which an unknown ominous eldritch horror seemed to be inflicting itself on a reunion of some kind I was attending.

47-year-old Keir understands that this now means the Synchronicity box set will be put away in favor of the utterly solipsistic dopamine of cruising through Honey White live sets from 2002-2003. I'm so glad I recorded all that stuff.

22-year-old Keir would feel totally validated that his vision of Honey White (his second band) sounded like the jankiest version of the fast-as-hell 1983 Police. (Our drummer Bill Fedderson was a beast and I was a passable bassist)