One of the things about Baby Dayliner that makes him one of the more unlikely acts I like is the atmosphere of his shows. It's fun and inclusive, possibly since his particular brand of soul-crooner-meets-techno-pop doesn't really have a sub-genre classification. Everybody dances around, some do it well and some (like myself) not so well. But it doesn't matter, we like the music and nobody is there to judge. Nobody, that is, except for Claire Danes. She showed up with a bunch of people, and at first they seemed like they were just gonna have fun like everyone else. But they kept ragging on people around them, often a little too loudly for their own good. Plus she kept stepping on my toes. Of course, I don't have anything against making fun of people, but it sticks in my craw at a Baby Dayliner show. It's an achievement enough for a guy like me to go these shows, and considering the usual crowd of zombies at rock shows in New York, I imagine it's nto easy for other to get past our own self-consciousness to cut loose a little. I just hope this doesn't become a trend, b-list celebrities showing up and lowering everybody's self-esteem to their sad, sad level.

Later, I heard another story of celebrity abuse: A woman was coming home from a night on the town one night when she was approached by a drunken Stephen Dorff (who didn't identify himself) and his pal. He was wasted and asked her if she wanted a piggyback ride. She complied, and he carried her around for a moment. Then she said she'd had enough and then he declared, "My turn!" and jumped onto her back. She's about 5 feet tall and was wearing 3-inch heels. The weight of the Cecil B. Demented star immediately broke her ankle. He and his friend took her to the hospital to get her ankle patched up and then they accompanied her back to her apartment ... and proceeded to hang. It was around 7:30 in the morning at this point, she was in a lot of pain and just wanted to go to bed. They asked if she had any pot to smoke and after reluctantly handing some over she asked them to get out of her house. The friend asked incredulously, "Don't you even want his phone number?!" As she hustled them out the door she yelled after them, "I know who you are, and you're a fucking asshole!"

Here's hoping your weekend is free of celebrity injury, whether physical or emotional. I'll be going to the Black Dice show at Club Exit on Saturday, I don't think anybody famous likes them.

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