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thursday, august 30, 2001
wednesday, august 29, 2001 chicago is getting the whole city to read the same book. how cool is that?! and how much easier to chat up that literary type (cute by definition, arguably) on the train, when it is practically your job as a citizen?? i would be so pissed if i were that balding texas reporter that bush made fun of! so gross. via angela, who perhaps you will be visiting in the next couple of days, if you do not already.
tuesday, august 28, 2001
monday, august 27, 2001 it is true that saturday night at the beer garden i found myself somewhat out of my depth, psychologically, while playing the "killer" card game. it is pretty nerve-wracking, i tell you! those nytimes kids are just too tough for me! and i never even got to be the killer. hilariously fun, though, nonetheless. and i got to see heather moore standing on a bench and shouting at fellow beer-garden patrons. always a hoot. whoa! wil wheaton has a weblog! when i was a kid, i really liked him. so sad-looking and cute. i think there might even have been pictures of him taped to my wall. little brother steve also liked him; or, at least, he used to go around saying "whil wheaton," comically overpronouncing the "wh" sound, like how some grade-school teachers say the word "white" (and obviously wil's first name has a straight "w" sound, so it was wrong to say it that way, and hence funny). in college my friend vinnie liked to over- and mispronounce all "w" words with the "wh" sound, for comic effect, and lately i have found myself doing the same thing to amuse myself. randi can attest. i am not sure why this is, or why i am telling you this. in any case, whelcome to the whonderful whorld of wheblogging, whil!
thursday, august 23, 2001 the cool concerts just continue to roll up on the radar. now we have ass ponys at the mercury lounge, 10/6. is there anyone who cares about this besides me? let the kids have their glowsticks! evil, stupid drug war. your girlfriend, who owes $14,000 in back rent, is in the hallway fatally beating and burning a city marshal who has come to evict her, and you are in the apartment playing nintendo? nice. also, if tomorrow evening anyone finds themselves as painfully bored as i have been lately, and feels like seeing a band for free, the kings county moonshiners are playing at the c-note, and they're pretty fun. i first went to see them on linnea's recommendation and also because i liked their drummer's inimitable e-mail style. an excerpt, if you will:
The Moonshiners blur the lines between strut, swagger, stagger, and limp. They have exponentially upped the ante for other bands by kicking out a loosely calculated googol of choogle, and oodles of rock-and-roll hoochy-koo that boggle the noggin! Fresh from the haberdashery [ed note: at least one member has a straw hat], the Moonshiners will be unfurling their slam bashery and succotashery this Friday! Why while away the hours when you can worthwhile away the hours?! So come have a look-see, a listen-hear, and a sniff-smell at the C-Note! Los Moonshiners Fabulosos es el grupo el mas peligroso! the fashion credits editor just walked in on me trying to take a picture of this massive drinking receptacle in the shape of an alien. hilarity ensued. this is the kind of day it's been. meanwhile, no one wants to get a drink with me. what the hell?? mad props to vanessa for bringing me a bobbie up from delaware today (along with the souvenir pictured above). this is the greatest sandwich in the history of the world. i wrote an excellent review of it waaaay back when, but the link is broken, it seems, so don't even try. i realize this is a very half-assed update. please don't hate me. maybe things will be better tomorrow.
tuesday, august 21, 2001
monday, august 20, 2001 i was just talking to someone about how crunch needs a Rockstar class (they already have hip-hop, funk, and house music classes). well it just so happens that there is a punk rock aerobics and that evan dando got a little carried away in a demonstration for live tv. i am actually sick of myself talking about rhett miller on here. so all i will say about friday's show is that he was wearing a truly heinous outfit: multicolored vertical-striped button-down (think 9th-grade geeks), white jeans (!), and orange converse sneaks (which i approve of because i own them). please, if you are a boy, do not ever wear white jeans. perhaps this startling display of dorkiness was to offset the fashion spread in rolling stone. if so, way to go, rhett. there was also an excessive amount of kissing of rob thomas ass. but he was still charming, and it was still a good show. the opener, lizzie west, was mesmerizing and had me struggling to regain control of my tear ducts. i felt bad for her, however, because she was clearly pretty fucked up on something, and when she sat down neither her shirtdress nor her guitar covered her undies, and people were laughing. i felt much better when she received an enthusiastic ovation at the end of her set; her talent overshadowed all the other stuff. random: i was watching tv last night when a commercial for some new hbo show came on. i became extremely flustered when the bob mould song see a little light asserted itself. i can't tell you what show it was, however, because like i said i was very flustered. moving on... while lounging on the beach with randi and her roomies saturday, i read jane magazine. it made me chuckle a few times. and i found some stuff i want to buy: vans sneakers that change from white to pink (or blue or yellow) in sunlight, and a coon-bone necklace (ahem), which can be used as a "sexual amulet." oh come on, you know you want one.
white stripes rocked. just rocked my aliensocks right off. the mooney suzuki rocked a little less convincingly, though not for want of trying. jami had VIP passes and so we got to see them rock up close and personal, and we also got free food and drink. which was key because i'm told cops were going around pointing flashlights and actually sniffing in people's cups. i also got to meet metascene fred (who is moving to nyc after a lifetime of d.c.-ness) and his girl and his friend mark (who loans his books out to people by mail), and that was nice, though we didn't get to hang too much. here's a picture of fred, because i think it and he are cool:
and then jami and i went to this party in a gallery that was all cool-like. i would post a picture but my hair looks weird in it. so here's one of jami (drum roll please, for she hasn't wanted pics of herself on the internet where you can see her whole face, but it's time now):
and then i walked home up the bowery, which i love because it's so desolate and empty and you can sing loudly along with your discman and even play air guitar and no one is the wiser.
and also, i was not kidding about the hat phenomenon.
thursday, august 16, 2001 in my head all day: one of the songs from cake's "comfort eagle." this is a good, fun album! who knew? today in alt-country schtuff: another story about the sad state of the music business, this one focusing on ryan adams's lost highway record label; jay bennett's leaving wilco . i've been reading the new yorker site today. a sampling: nick hornby listens to billboard's top ten albums, makes some funnies. the life of a wedding band that will not be playing at my nuptials. (tom petty had a mariachi band; i think that might be nice.) and finally, this sounds like an interesting biography of kurt cobain. forgotten yesterday: crazy subway-pushing story. after enjoying a frozen mocha blast on an early-evening walk up to summerstage, i settled in to my top-bleacher spot to wait for jim white to perform. but it was not to be, and instead i got thoroughly soaked running along 72nd street, my bag clutched to my chest in a desperate attempt to protect the little digicam within (no umbrella, of course), before finally hailing a cab. the trip downtown took 40 minutes! (hence the picture-taking.) i am being overwhelmed lately with good music news: modest mouse ep; dismemberment plan to play some shows in september, including one at maxwell's sept. 23. and gbv play maxwell's october 19. oh and p.j. harvey added a second new york date. it is pretty much a ticket-buying frenzy at this point. this is a must-read story: wilco's shot in the arm, about what happened with their new record, which the label thought would be "career-breaking" and others are hailing as a masterpiece. it's a sad commentary on the music business, but now i really want to hear the album. lucky for us, they're going ahead with the tour while they shop the record; they hit nyc's town hall sept. 27.
tuesday, august 14, 2001 boys in straw hats. (you know the kind, with the dark band around the middle?) i've been noticing a lot of them. what do we think of them? i shared a subway-platform smile over a crazy ranting jamaican man with a boy wearing one of these recently, and it made me sort of like the hats.
monday, august 13, 2001 jimmy eat world is the hot band, ass ponys are the hot depressives ... and it seems short this year so i won't give away the rest of the hot list. (not online, however, is the hot lameness: "medium funny." this dead-on bit assails the almost-humor of people like dave eggers. good stuff! also: on page 108 is a picture of my man rhett miller [i know i'm out of control; sorry] in prada and hugo boss. it now resides on my bulletin board at work.) this weekend did not feature much besides movies and home cooking. and rain. steve and i were somewhat dissatisfied with the others (not scary, and we figured it out halfway through) so we decided to get the most of our money and stuck around for legally blonde (uh, not nearly as funny as everyone says...medium funny, if you will). would've stayed for a third feature but time did not permit. plus i don't think there was a movie in the multiplex that would have satisfied us. for those of you who may have been pounding your city's pavement looking for the fugazi instrument DVD as i was recently, know that it has been delayed due to production problems. so, bush's decision was a bit of a cop-out, obviously. scientists are not pleased. if he's going to allow the research on the existing cell lines (and the number of those bush mentioned, 60, is news to a lot of scientists), why not allow the embryos sitting around in the clinics to be harvested? but it's okay if the "death" has already occurred? and what about the second question he "kept coming back to," the idea that if the embryos are being destroyed anyway, shouldn't they be used "for greater good"? the points made in his speech seemed to argue more strongly for a less restrictive position than for the bottom line he came up with. ah, politics. after the speech i watched a little bit of msnbc, which is much easier while holly is away, and one lady senator strongly hinted that tom daschle and congress would be getting busy on the matter. it's weird how certain issues suddenly catapult to the foreground. i'll be watching this one.
thursday, august 9, 2001 rejoice: modest mouse tour dates! elsewhere on the music tip: tuesday, it's jim white at summerstage; thursday, it's a garage-rock extravaganza with the white stripes, the mooney suzuki, and the greenhornes at pier 54; and of course you haven't forgotten that friday is you know who at fez. good lord, it's 102 degrees out there. welcome to the east coast, leanne! are you still "excited" for the heat?
wednesday, august 8, 2001 rebels in black robes recoil at surveillance of computers. sometimes they've just got a way with headlines at the nytimes, don't you think?
tuesday, august 7, 2001
thursday, august 2, 2001 ah, finally, belle and sebastian decide to play some u.s. dates. a whole five. but no new york. we must be too tough for their delicate souls. i'll look forward to seeing built to spill instead.
wednesday, august 1, 2001 among the items revealed in this chat with rhett miller (which i think you won't be able to access unless you become a member of the yahoo group): headlining national tour in october;"rollerskate skinny" is based on "a few days hanging out" with winona ryder (?!@!); there could be a new year's show in texas (i've never been to texas...hmmm); elektra just picked them up for two more albums; tight pants facilitate rock-star moves. tonight i'll be listening to the floaty buzzy sounds of luna (great website, that) in the supercool outdoor venue that is the courtyard of the world trade center. i'm sure it'll be humid. i'm wearing my red sneaks again, and a new front-slitted cordie skirt, though, so it'll be good. |
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