We live in the city
Thanks to the folks who turned out for the show on Friday. Hope
everybody had a good time. It was a good show all around, but
the club took on a very different atmosphere when the karaoke
machine started up. Late-night, drunk bar karaoke is a fascinating
animal that will bear further study by this scientist. The crowd
was rarin' to go, and the host did his best to keep everybody's
attention. At some point he decided it was necessary to run
around the stage naked and, reportedly, rub the microphone on
his nether regions. After hearing this, I am glad I did not
get up and sing anything (although I may be back for a round
of "Come on Eileen" when the mic has been disinfected).
Saturday night there was a benefit for C Squat, which must
be one of the last true squats in New York City. It's a 5-story
tenement peopled with super-gritty punks and what appeared
to be runaway teenagers. I had no idea something like this
still existed. Despite the rubble-strewn basement, passed-out/nodding-out
bodies lying around, and the occasional gob, the sound system
was decent and the bands sounded good. I need to find out
more about this place. How is it that Todd P gets hassled
by the cops and FDNY for his space which is basically in the
middle of nowhere, and yet this place, on Avenue C in plain
sight (it's right next door to the C-Note), can continue housing
homeless punks and holding loud rock shows for 20 years without
the authorities intervening? I dunno, but it's pretty cool
it's still around.
After the show we went to Mona's which was full of characters.
Some drunk train-wreck of a Party Girl showed up, stumbling
around in a strappy black dress that appeared to be held up
by sheer willpower. As if on cue, her boob popped out at some
point and remained there for a good while before anybody brought
it to her attention. Oddly enough, when we got on the L train
to go home later, a woman on the train also produced some
boob, apparently as a result of her drunk snogging with her
man friend. Can summer be far behind?
On to the photos (sorry,
I wasn't quick enough with the camera for the boobage)!
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In
the Really Important News Department, I've been feeding a
squirrel on my roof. Wow. I had been feeding it sunflower
seeds, but then I ran out. So I've been testing other foodstuffs.
It really likes peanut butter, which I have served to it on
crackers and bread. I tried feeding it grapes and raisins
too but it doesn't seem to know those are also food. I tired
sticking the raisins in the peanut butter but it just picked
them out. Shouldn't squirrels like that stuff? 
Anyway,
the squirrel is getting feisty if I don't have something for
it to eat every day. It gets into the windowsill and stares
at me with hatred. Now, what I want to know is, does my experimentation
with the squirrel have anything to do with the landlady calling
an exterminator to remove squirrels from the upper part of
the building? Oops.
