July 12-14, 2005 Louisville

With the Cincinnati skyline in my rearview mirror, my first stop upon crossing the Daniel Beard Bridge was The Party Source in Bellevue, Kentucky. Or is it Newport? They're right next to each other. What an incredible beer selection this place had!
Just seeing that facade induces a Pavlovian response. I purchased enough booze in that store to last me all the way to Arizona, if you can believe it...
A nicer close-up of the Daniel Beard Bridge with some skyline. I guess that's pretty self-explainitory. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with this commentary column.
That's Wild and Woolly Video, the workplace of ex-Slint bassist Todd Brashear. I had called him a few weeks before to see if he wanted to contribute to the book, but his wife's due date was the day I got into town. I went to the store anyway, and the guy who was working (Eric?) told me his wife gave birth. Congratulations, Brashears!
This random girl I don't even know on MySpace sent me a message before I left (this trip was pretty well publicized) saying, "Don't forget to see Fourth Street Live!" It was a nice little built-up area. Like one-hundreth of what the strip is in Vegas. At night it lights up real pretty. I assume. I spent most of my time up near the Highlands.
That's more Fourth Street. If you can imagine it.
For the amount of crap it sounds like I'm heaving on Louisville thus far, I just want to say that no city I visited in six weeks left as incredible an imprint on me as Louisville. The people and the city are immeasurably awesome.
For the duration of my stay in town, I was sleeping in my beautiful and very dear friend Brooke's apartment, where her lease was up on the day I departed. So there was literally nothing in the house but my sleeping bag and my booze.
Many a cigarette were rolled while sitting on that bench.
Like I said. There was nothing in the apartment.
Except the cutesy reminders that the place belonged to a girl.
The front exterior of the apartment on Crittenden Drive a few units in from Eastern Parkway.
The next morning was kind of humid. I sat on the front porch eating a bagel and watching cars drive by. This is right near the University of Louisville.
Brooke left this insane collage thing in the bedroom. Can you find my stupid face in a reflective surface?
After coffee and great chat with Stephen George, music editor for the LEO, he took me on a tour of his office and then I sat in this little area and made some phone calls. I spoke to Molly as she drove to work in LA, and I spoke to Tim Furnish as he gave me directions to his house.
As I walked back to the parking garage near Fourth Street I passed this thing. No idea what it is, but that guy comes up to about my waist. A famous person of diminished height? Possibly...
After hanging out at Tim Furnish's place for an hour, I sped up Eastern Parkway to Bardstown Road where I met JK McKnight for drinks at Cumberland Brews. Then I took Brooke for a nice dinner and then went back to Bardstown Road.
I parked on a street called Atila, rounded the corner and bumped into Will Oldham and a lady friend of his. I said hi and then proceeded to shit my pants.
I left for Chicago on the morning of the fourteenth. I wrote a really sappy note and left it with the apartment key for Brooke to find. I got a little misty-eyed as I left Louisville, and vowed to return on my way home.