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Friday, May
21, 2004 at 14:25:20 (EDT) |
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Makes
me wonder how I keep from going under
 Bleah,
I have a hangover. As usual, it's my own stupid fault. I scheduled
3 events in one night when I should have maybe done one. Or
maybe I should have stayed home and worked on band-related stuff.
But anyway I didn't. Zack and I tried to go see a friend-of-a-friend's
band at CBGBs,
but we decided to skip it when it was discerned that the cover
was a whopping $10. Who was playing on the bill, Grandmaster
Flash? It was 7 o'clock, the sun was still out. What's with
this ever-inching-forward cover price thing? More places ought
to adopt the Luna
Lounge/Freddy's
method of charging no cover at all. We went to a bar instead.
Then it was Josh's
comedy show at Boston
Comedy Club. This was also $10 but I knew that in advance.
I haven't been to a real comedy club in years, mainly because
I only remember the bad stuff that goes on in these places.
But this show was actually really good. We sat in the back
to avoid getting picked on by the comics, naturally. Even
though one comic commented that sitting in the back was no
guarantee of safety, it was the people closest to the stage
who bore the brunt. I'm on to you! Josh told a funny story
about crack (remind me to tell you about the time I let a
crackhead into my apartment). The only real dead zone was
the guy with the 80's haircut and mistaken beliefs that he
was a) funny and b) adored by women.
Then I went to a very crowded Black
& White for Angela's
birthday. It disturbed me that it appears they have a back
yard but I was informed that it's never open. We rocked out
to heavy metal and I drank too much and Angela wore a macaroni
tiara and the music was too loud to talk but not loud enough
to dance to and I wanted to have some cake but feared it was
bring about a hangover and so I went home. And now, the hangover
is here anyway.
But it seems to be wearing off rapidly, so I'll be back on
the street for the Magnetic
Fields show tonight. Since I never learn my lesson I'll
probably head over to Tommy's Tavern in Greenpoint after the
show to try to catch The
Means show. They're also playing tomorrow at Lit,
where all the cool
bands play.
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Thursday,
May 20, 2004 at 15:31:05 (EDT) |
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It's a cats, cats, cats, cats world
I guess I knew this would happen. Friendster
has worked through its Fakester
phase and is now embracing its Cat phase. At first I thought
it was amusing when people used their pet pictures on their
(human) profiles, and even when people made profiles
for their pets. But I keep finding cat profiles on Friendster
whose friend lists are almost entirely
other cats. All the testimonials are all written by cats,
although I am pretty sure few of these cats have ever met
in real life (or even IM'ed). At least Mr
Bones has mostly human friends.
The Early Bones Gets the Worm
I suppose this dialogue is still better than actually pretending
to be a cat typing on a computer. But not much better.
Here's one interesting cat: Mr
Toes. But only because he has the same affliction as Leroy,
Zack
and Abby's
cat (and former resident of Chez Legs) that makes them fall
down a lot. Hmm, I fall down a lot too ...
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Tuesday, May
18, 2004 at 13:48:46 (EDT) |
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I'm so tired
Folks, the bar reviews are done. They've been submitted to the
mighty and pugilistic
Jeff Koyen at the New
York Press. I feel less confident about the writing
with each passing minute, but at least there's nothing I can
do about it. I like to live in a state of double-bound anxiety.
Thanks to Noise
Footprint for helping out with the Queens reviews. Girlish
wrists, indeed.
My, what a dynamic stage show.
I'm exhausted. Our show went really well last night, but
it's friggin' tiring to drag that equipment in and out of
the house and up and down all the stairs at Lit.
We recorded the show but something malfunctioned, causing
the mic to drop out every few seconds. Eh, better luck next
time. But Riff
Random was cool, tempering their more Strokes-like material
with Sonic Youth style freakouts (the guitarist had to borrow
a drumstick with which to rap his strings). Tear
Us Apart also rocked the house, their live show much better
than the mp3s I heard on their site, which are a little too
slick for my tastes. With any luck we'll play more shows with
them, as they're also based in Brooklyn. Riff Random is from
Australia, but they've been touring so much they haven't been
home in months.
Jeez, they'll let anybody in that so-called "VIP Room."
So tonight is the next installment of the WYSIWYG
Talent Show at PS122. This month it's all female bloggers
reading. I really want to go, but we'll have to see if I can
work up the energy. Right now I can barely put forth the necessary
effort to do my Very Important Day Job.
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Monday, May
17, 2004 at 13:43:17 (EDT) |
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Ain't nothin' gonna break a my stride
Ugh, no time to blog. Gotta finish bar blurbs. Starting to think
they all suck majorly. Fearing long-term damage from so much
alcohol exposure.
Big rock show tonight. Must practice too. Come to Lit. Motico
is headlining. Afterwards, I will need to return home and
finish writing. Somehow this will all be done tomorrow. What
will I do without such time-consuming projects? Oh yeah. Laundry.
Oh yeah. Drinking at home might be fun again.
Motico.
Tonight. Lit.
Go!
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Meanwhile,
the