19, 2004 at 12:37:41 (EST)
No evidence was found
anybody unearthed any photos form the WYSIWYG show the other
night? The closest thing I have is this photo of me and A before
the show started. Can you tell I already had a couple of drinks?
And after the show at the Holiday Cocktail Lounge, we got
a couple more shots in front of what may be the last cigarette
machine in New York (are there any others? I thought they
Tonight it's the Alwood Sisters at Loisaida
Cafe in the Lower East Side. Columbus immigrants will
remember them as the primary singer/songwriters in the Velveteens.
Show starts at 9.
Not sure what I'm doing the rest of the weekend.
I gotta check out the new Mamet
movie, I'm such a sucker for that guy's work. Ooh, and the
remake of Dawn
of the Dead opens today. Can it possibly top the
I'm dubious, but it does have Sarah
Polley, who is always cute as a button. Of course, North
Six is having the weekend-long No
Fun Fest, featuring members of Sonic youth and whole bunch
of post-fun bands I've never heard of (except Sightings).
Might be worth a look.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
March 18, 2004 at 11:22:38 (EST)
I am going any which way the wind may
Yay! The first WYSIWYG
Talent Show went off without a hitch. Everybody was great
and I don't think we damaged the Matt
& Ben set at all! It is interesting to note that
several writers chose as the source of their betrayal stories
events that occurred when they were children. This ranged from
a first-grade tale of unrequited tattle-tale love by Blaise
K, a junior/high school love triangle spawning even more
goth poetry by Lindsay,
up to Mike
Daisey's high school story of his own betrayal of a fellow
speech and debate team member. It is also of note that Daisey's
reading was the only piece in which the betrayer was the author;
I guess most of us just like to play the victim, huh? Michael
Barrish's story of bondage-lite and post-Friendly's
fantasy was probably fiction, but picturing Mr Barrish in the
protagonist's position (bound to a sofa bed, naked with a boner
when his girlfriend's sister came in) increased my enjoyment
of the piece immensely. José
and I were the only ones whose work was inspired by relatively
recent events, mine being my break-up last year, his being the
loss of his fiancée to some guy in a sarong. Yikes, it
was heavy duty stuff (made all the stranger upon his admission
that his ex had actually proofread it for him). But it nicely
captured the strange almost-6th-sense that couples acquire when,
even if they've had trouble communicating in the past, they
both know simultaneously and viscerally that it's over.
And then there was my song,
which despite song technical difficulties, seemed to come
off all right. My song was mostly about the insanity that
can accrue when you continue to live with the person you just
broke up with, and the arcane logic that dictates your responses
to it. I dunno if anybody gets that out of the song but that's
what I'm saying it's about. MRK handled the sound effects
on the laptop, standing behind the fake bar in the Matt
& Ben set. Did anybody take pictures of the show?
I wanna see 'em.
When it was over, we had more important things to do, since
it was St Paddy's Day. We went to the Holiday
Cocktail Lounge, which was already filling up. We would
have stayed longer but Stephan, the ancient bartender was
moving soooo slowly! It took him forever to get around to
my order, much less actually making the drinks. So we piled
into cabs and went back to Brooklyn. At the Alibi
things were hopping and some woman put Mardi Gras beads on
us (later, it was determined that such beads are way funner
when put on an unsuspecting cat). I was shocked to find the
jukebox playing no Irish songs, so I put $5 in and played
such classics as "The Rocky Road to Dublin", "Streams
of Whiskey", "Clinton
Hill Lullabye." And it wouldn't be St Paddys Day
without some dude who'd been thrown out of the bar pitching
a hissy fit on the front stoop: "Aw, come on! Who said
not to lemme back in?! My girlfriend's in there!"
The only appropriate response to this is, of course, "Hey.
A lot of people's girlfriends are in there."
So despite the snow, it was a lovely time. The next Talent
Show theme is tentatively titled "The Dope Show,"
so start thinking about what you're gonna do. Sooner or later
every New York Blogger should perform in this thing. And not
just reading and singing, I'd like to see other talents as
well. Like one of those tall guys who can stuff himself into
a tiny glass box.
ADDENDUM: If anybody wants to know, my band is Motico
and we're playing the Pourhouse
on April 2.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
March 17, 2004 at 12:14:15 (EST)
Despite the rejection, I know I'm all
Happy St. Patrick's Day, folks. As you may know, in its home
St Patty's Day is not nearly as boisterous an affair as it is
here in the States, although US influence is starting to change
that. The Irish as a people seem to really love America and
so they tend to be rather impressionable to out culture. For
instance, you know what the top-selling beer is in Ireland?
Budweiser. And they love to sing along to the Grease soundtrack.
And St Paddy's Day is becoming more and more like our own version
of the holiday. Hmm, this holiday is awfully close in proximity
to Purim, another fete that encourages rowdy drunken behavior.
Is there a connection?
Speaking of encouraging rowdy drunks, tonight is the WYSIWYG
Talent Show at PS122!
This is the beginning of the monthly series of blogger-related
readings and performance. Tonight's show will not be as huge
as the inaugural Worst.Sex.Ever.
show, but it will feature the vocal stylings of yours, truly.
I'll be playing one of the songs from my Catalogue of Betrayal
(hint: MRK will be there to help me out with the sound fx).
Hope you guys can make it!
After the show (starts at 7:30), we'll probably go round
the corner to the Holiday
Cocktail Lounge, and then possibly proceed back to the
Alibi for $3 pints of Guinness.
Damn, it's snowing again.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
16, 2004 at 10:55:46 (EST)
I'm the Pied Piper and I'll show you
where it's Rat
Somebody brought it to my attention recently that my contact
form just doesn't work. So if you've written me hate mail through
the CONTACT page form, I probably
didn't get it. I'm gonna find a better feedback script but in
the meantime the form works for now. But for how long?
met another blogger last night! Kathy
doesn't live in my neighborhood but I think she can already
see how superior the Alibi
is to any of those middling watering holes in her native Boerum
Hill (Kristy does live in the hood but she doesn't yet blog,
alas). Where else but the Alibi can you watch inept pool tournaments
and play "Spot the Rat" in the back yard? Incidentally,
why does the Alibi attract rats in the first place? They don't
serve any kind of food, just alcohol. People sometimes bring
food in with them but not to the degree that would get the
attention of rodents. However, the bar is smack dab between
two other food service places, a coffee shop and a restaurant,
not to mention the apartments that exist above all these establishments.
Rats probably see the Alibi as the same sort of pleasant refuge
as we humans do. With that in mind, I think we should set
up a tiny bar under the outside bench for the rats.
If nothing else, there should be an upgrade to the Big
Buck Hunter game that allows a shooter to peg rats in
the bar's backyard. That sure beats blowing away cute deer.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
15, 2004 at 11:32:20 (EST)
It could be a short ride
I've got to learn to admit when I'm sick. Maybe it's some kind
of Christian Science that seeped into my head over the years,
but I feel like admitting to being sick is as good as being
completely compromised by it. In CS, to name your disease is
to give it power over your life. So they refuse medical attention
even when they should, a combination of mind over matter and
the idea that if you really are sick then god must be punishing
you for some reason. Yikes. Anyhow, Friday I was again ill with
some annoying cold/coughing thing. I
probably should not have gone out, not have had dinner at Brick
Oven Gallery (good pizza, enormous salads), not have gone
Candy Store to see Charlemagne
and Company (they need a website!). But I did. It was worth
it, even if it means extending my illness to the present. Company
was really good, way better than I remember. Try to imagine
a traditional country band that plays like Television and favors
spiky drum beats. Neat stuff.
Saturday I felt better, but probably not as good as I would
be had I stayed in drinking Lemon Zinger and watching Undercover
Brother for the millionth time. I brunched at Thomas
Beisl which, despite having been around a while, still
hasn't become as popular as I thought it would. It's directly
across the street from BAM,
so I'm sure they get by okay, but people, ya gotta check out
this brunch. The food is great and not too expensive (Eggs
Benedict with salad and home fries for $9), and the interior
of the restaurant is super old school. All the furniture and
interior design is based on some old-world style that usually
only shows up in the pricier restaurants. Maybe it's not as
fancy as I think it is, but it sure felt like it was on Saturday.
I'm glad it's right in the neighborhood.
night was a blur. Still not totally cured I descended into
Lit and drank too much. Big surprise. The evening was like
a Parade of Stars in the local/regional rock scene. Charlemagne
again played, and I found out the lead singer guy is Carl
Johns, better know for his work with Noahjohn.
Kills, a Jesus-Lizardy rock band, featured the lead guy
Cat Revolver. I talked to the original lead singer from
City, who confirmed that he and the former members of
Cobretti are planning on putting together a new band. I met
Luke, the drummer from Qatsi,
who seemed genuinely surprised that I had heard of his band.
I guess it pays to be modest.
some point I was speaking with a woman named Rebecca and some
Lester Bangs type guy who was interviewing Jason from The
Means about bands we like and I asked if they knew Oneida.
Duh, Rebecca co-founded Version
City Records, the label that put out Oneida's Each
One Teach One double album. The Means were better
than ever, but why is the set so short? They should play for
2 hours, or until the last audience member collapses. Or I
admit that I have a cold.
I ended up at The
Hole, which seems to be a red flag on par with finding
yourself at the Mars
Bar (it's fitting they are within a block of each other).
I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but why
do people hang out at places like that? It's sort of the worst
of all the bars I already don't like, but I also can't say
I won't end up there again. I seem to have problems with learning
Jami has had her own good
times at The Hole.
Posted By Jimmy Legs