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Friday, May
07, 2004 at 15:12:22 (EDT) |
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Can't stop the music
Ah, there's a baby squirrel out on the roof, only slightly cuter
than the herds of baby rats that are no doubt being spawned
in our city's sewers and dumpsters.
I saw The
Plants last night at North Six, and if you weren't there,
well, I'm afraid my simple words could not possibly do justice
to what I witnessed. I think I speak for everyone present
last night when I say I have never seen such a spectacle.
Never. See them at Boogaloo on May 22nd and behold the glory
yourselves.
Tonight I'm itching to see the show at The
Hook, tho I'm not entirely sure I will be able to go.
It's all locals, bands including Feast, Other
Passengers, The Big Sleep and Qatsi,
and DJs including music bloggers extraordinarie Jinners
and MelodyNelson.
Also I should check it out if only to investigate the back
alley space to see if it meets my criteria for inclusion in
this NYP thing I'm doing.
I don't know how I'm gonna have enough time to finish all
these bar reviews and still do this other stuff I'm supposed
to be doing, like preparing for Motico's
show at Black Betty on Tuesday (it's free and we have new
songs, but most of you haven't heard any of it yet and why
not).
But let's take a moment to congratulate Juli
& Will who are probably already married (!) at this
point in the day. We'll be whooping it up with them tomorrow
when I'm sure their stress levels will finally slip back to
acceptable levels.
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Wednesday,
May 05, 2004 at 23:05:14 (EDT) |
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Do not go gently into that men's room
Aw, I totally forgot. Last week I was having dinner with my
dad (again) at the White
Horse Tavern and I saw this graffiti in the bathroom,
When a dog barks at the moon, it’s religion
When a dog barks at a stranger it’s patriotism
Somebody had added below it:
When a dog barks, it just wants you to throw the
darn frisbee!
I think somebody else had written something as well but I
can't remember it now. Damn, I need a smaller camera. You
know, so I can take it with me into the men's room. How you
shall all benefit when that day comes!
 Speaking
of bars, thanks for the info about bars with outdoor seating.
It looks like I'm gonna be writing some blurbs for all such
bars I can for inclusion in the New
York Press Summer Guide thingy. I have one week to compile
as many as possible, so I'll be ironically sitting around
my house writing when I should be out experiencing these bars.
But I will still need to do some fieldwork. For instance,
besides the Bohemian
Beer Garden, what other bars in Queens offer outdoor seating?
I need only a few, but am drawing a blank. And I really don't
want to have to go to Queens and just walk around until I
find some.
Also, if anybody knows outdoor spots in Manhattan I might
not know about, gimme a holler. It looks like I got Brooklyn
down at least. I'd offer to credit anybody who helps, but
I'm not entirely sure I'll get any credit for this
myself.
Dog quote credited to David Starr Jordan
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Wednesday,
May 05, 2004 at 11:38:47 (EDT) |
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Gimme the shot
I feel like the blog of late has not been nearly as entertaining
as it once was, for me and my precious readers. So what better
time to renew my vows of bringing tales of Brooklyn exuberance
to my fellow bloggers? I haven't been to many new places lately,
or if I have, I haven't been writing about them much. But with
the pleasant weather breathing down our necks, I expect to spend
more time out and about.
Sylvia & MRK chill out on the Alibi's
back porch
Specifically, I need to hang out in some other bars. I've
settled into a happy little rut with the few bars that I frequent.
But after my stroll down 5th Ave the other day, I feel like
I'm woefully behind the times. I used to live on the north
end of this street, when O'Connors
was the only worthwhile bar in sight. PRetty much as soon
as I left the area, Southpaw opened nearly across the street
from my old apartment. Now you can't throw a rock without
hitting a new bar, restaurant or coffee house. But nobody
throws rocks in the New Fifth Avenue; they're far too sophisticated.
Anyway, who knows if any of these new places will pass muster.
Besides checking out 5th Ave, I need to explore other areas
of town with which I am still unfamiliar. This is part of
my larger desire to see every square inch of Brooklyn before
I die. I know new stuff has been opening in Prospect Heights,
but what about Coney Island, Sunset Park, Brownsville? Are
there good bars there? Does anybody know if Sunny's in Red
Hook is still open? I thought I had heard it shut down, but
perhaps I am mistaken. Either way, I gotta see more of Red
Hook.
Backyards are also good for cuttin'
loose
Additionally, I need to compile a list of all the bars in
Brooklyn that have outdoor seating. I know several key outdoor
bars, but I bet I'm missing a few:
So tell me where else I should be going. I know there are
other outdoor locales available, but I lack guidance. I will
also accept suggestions for outdoor bars in Queens and Staten
Island (but I already know about the beer garden). Help me
out, people! Also tell me about nonstandard places, such as
Mighty Robot, which has a sort of outdoor area, or Asterisk
which has a roof garden.
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Tuesday, May
04, 2004 at 13:32:54 (EDT) |
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Mamma, what color will the lights be
I was just ordering me mum a present for Mother's
Day, when it dawned on me: the relationship of a parent
to his or her child is necessarily strange, pretty much in any
situation. While I can't claim that my relationship with my
parents is perfect, it certainly isn't the worst out there.
But regardless the level of intimacy, I keep thinking that it's
all just kind of weird, especially the older you (the child)
get.
For instance, last night my dad was in town again, as he
is nearly every week these days for his job. We had dinner
at Kapadokya
(good stuff), doing the usual conversing about our jobs and
our list of Projects To Be Completed in Our Respective Backyards
This Summer. All of a sudden it hits me, this guy produced
me! That's the main difference between him and any other
old bald guy I might talk to at the bar. I mean, of course
he raised me and all that, so I know him a little better than
the average barfly, but it still strikes me as odd. Aside
from our shared desire to constantly tinker with tape measures
and various grades of sandpaper, we don't have that much in
common. He lives in California in a big house with lots of
space, I live in a 15-foot wide townhouse with lots of cats.
He travels a lot; some days I barely leave my room. He's a
pharmacologist, an expert on many drugs; I take many drugs
(ho ho).
Does anybody else ever feel like this? Do you ever look at
your parents and wonder how could it be that these people
got together and somehow created you? I guess it's a pretty
simple thing, but when you're a kid you don't even question
it. It's not until you too become an adult that it starts
to seem a little bizarre. After so many years of taking care
of you, you find yourself self-sufficient and yet the roles
don't immediately vanish. They're still the people who used
to dress you and tell you not to eat soap. But you sorta got
the hang of all that by the time you moved out of the family
manse.
Do our parents find it as bizarre? Probably. I quote Herman
Blume in Rushmore:
"Never in my wildest imagination did I ever dream I would
have sons like these." But it doesn't have to be a malicious
sentiment, just a sentiment admitting how complex the process
is. With my mom, things are even weirder, because we share
many more personality traits, so when I see them in her it
kind of freaks me out. For being so similar, we have almost
nothing in common, except perhaps a passing interest in ornithology
and the belief that Woody
Allen used to be funny.
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