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thursday, february 28, 2002 this is how i felt about the grammys, too. and silly reporter, her name is leona naess, and she is a musician too, you know, and, oh nevermind. here's a funny grammys diary. i started one too, just for something to do, but i didn't get very far. if you wanted to go see any of the white stripes' four nights at bowery, you better, like, run to the mercury lounge right now and see if they have any tickets left for monday, because the rest are sold out, a day after tickets (pretty pricey at $17, i might add) went on sale. (!!) the line was almost out the door when i stopped by last night. expectations are definitely rising.
wednesday, february 27, 2002 "do you mind if i windmill?" asks a washington post critic right before he takes the stage to play a couple of songs with gbv. oh, to kiss nate farley.... this story about a heart-attack prone man who has a dangerous gall-bladder operation marks my long overdue, yet triumphant debut in the world of pro freelance writing. it certainly is nice to get paid for this stuff.
monday, february 25, 2002 if you are in the market for a dictionary, please do not buy the american heritage college dictionary. they are putting "9/11" in the dictionary. "9/11" does NOT belong in the dictionary! it refers to a date and what happened on that date, and nothing more. it is just not true that it refers to "everything that happened afterward." people say "9/11 changed everything" and "after 9/11..." but they do not say "9/11 has been the scariest six months in recent memory." are we going to put "Sept. 11" in the dictionary too? this is madness, people! revolt! i saw a beautiful mind this weekend. it was so very unnecessary.
friday, february 22, 2002 i got itunes! nothing will ever be the same!
thursday, february 21, 2002 survivor producers were too dumb to know lindsay didn't have any body piercings, so they had to belatedly award a three-way second prize. yay big tom! you guys, i know i am retardedly late to this party, but i have just discovered that my work computer is now mysteriously, serendipitously able to handle mp3s. my GOD!! this shit is FUN!!! who knew?! i know, i am dumb. but i have probably already heard your napster joke; can you please now direct me to your favorite sites for this stuff? especially random ones? thanks. oh yeah: i forgot to mention that i really hated black hawk down. just another rah-rah american troops movie. yeah, aren't they brave while they fight the faceless enemy, the "skinnies" as they call them, bereft of any political or historical context? what little there is in the way of dialogue is abominably trite. it is pure combat, totally depersonalized. the same scene (or maybe two or three) plays itself out over and over. and elvis mitchell agrees with me: "like being trapped in an action film version of "groundhog day," condemned to sit through the same carnage over and over." also: this week i have been busy working on two stories for the lovely holly, who is now paying me. yay! last night i went to a class called "be a man magnet: how to attract any man you want--guaranteed!" it was truly absurd, but it was for a story i'm writing (please know that i would never, ever do such a thing in real life), and you will get to read all about it soon. this is just to tease you, see. strangely enough, while i was in the elevator coming back from getting my snack during the break, a semi-cute guy, obviously drawn to me like bees to honey (or maybe it was my combos), asked me if i was in the party-planning class too, but all i could say was "nope." i mean, what am i gonna say? anyway, i'll be sure to alert you when the real deal hits the ol' www.
tuesday, february 19, 2002
above are just some of the hijinks that went on at the les savy fav show at the warsaw on friday. jami and i had a lot of fun bouncing around up front. with this vantage point, i was able to get close-up shots of the toe-suck received by one lucky fan. long live warsaw. saturday, at holly's birthday celebration at iggy's, i was a good roommate and took a break from the party to go home and get the cake (baked lovingly by betsy) as well as the necessary forks, plates and pie-cutter. "happy birthday" was sung. bartenders were gleeful. observe:
thursday, february 14, 2002 holy cannoli, are we really going to get a campaign finance law? it's the pink elephant in the room, right? but i don't feel like engaging in any bridget jones kind of shit about VD. it's just not my style. here's my present to you instead: mwah. fred durst has come up with an eloquent response to charges he's trying to steal riffs from the kids. on the complete opposite end of the scale, belle and sebastian is coming to the east coast. wooo fey pop! here is a fun guide to urban etiquette, a subject i obviously hold near and dear to my heart. from the same site, we also have a photo essay on the abandoned train track on the west side of manhattan. good stuff.
so that's holly up there, now 27, my oldest roommate, pictured humoring me in a dirty mirror on the shady side of rivington street. note her oh-so-jackie-o sunglasses. the first time i met her, she greeted me after i was kept waiting for about two hours on the first day of my first real job (my boss had decided to take the day off). she was wearing cool cat's-eye glasses and had her hair in pigtails, so i decided she was hip in that librarian-chic sort of way. over the next few days, she proceeded to play the same lemonheads cd 20 times a day, on repeat, and i began to go insane. almost four years later, i know that she will never stop loving madonna above all others, but i still think she's pretty cool. oh my god bill werde voted for a creed song in the village voice pazz 'n' jop poll. i don't really know what to do with that. men of new york: i have told you before about keeping your legs together while seated in the subway so that the rest of us may have some space. some of you have heeded my plea. now i beseech you: for the love of god, if you are about to get on a crowded train, and you are first on and there are a bunch of people behind you waiting to also board the train, do NOT take one step in and stand right inside the door! this makes you an asshole! especially if you happen to be wearing a fedora and colored sunglasses! you will force me to jostle you somehow on principle, as well as make me think violent thoughts about you, and i do not like that. so please, step into the center of the car! it's really not that difficult. thank you.
tuesday, february 12, 2002
monday, february 11, 2002 cool thing alert: i was at toys r us again yesterday, and saw these excellent bendos things. like gumby, but people. i threw down the five bucks for peggy sue the 50s girl, mainly because i liked her record player. i really wish they had had feedback the rock star though. and i desperately want a keychain. now that my laser pointer is dead, i am without fun keychain. tell me if you see them anywhere, won't you? happy birthday to miss amy! here are a couple of pics from her party last night at indie rock bar #2 in brooklyn.
i am so glad i went to the record store yesterday. i had only 20 minutes to spare, and decided in advance that i would look in the C's, the H's, and the S's. and okay, while i'm there, maybe also the G's. and WHAT did i find in the C's, what i specifically went in there hoping what the hell, maybe they'd have some? and for only five bucks? CENTRO-MATIC! which is funny because when i told holly about my half.com experience, she was like, "you had a week packed with centro-matic" but i heard it as "a weak pact," which, weirdly, is kind of true. i agree that i will listen and buy their music and tell my friends, and they agree to keep it together and play my town sometimes and keep making music. of course, the pact is weak because i could get bored of them, or they could start to suck or break up. like any band. WEAK PACT, do you see?! uh, nevermind.
saturday, february 9, 2002 observe the wonder of half.com: tuesday i go see the centro-matic show, decide i love them more than life itself. wednesday i order one of their cd's. FRIDAY it arrives! and saturday morning i've already listened to it 2.5 times! oh internet, how i love thee! rhett miller says some very tool-like things in this interview with rolling stone about him doing a solo record.
friday, february 8, 2002 i am gonna go ahead and steal this from leigh ann because it's so funny (and so true): the mystery of britney's breasts. what size ARE they, really?
you know how limp bizkit are holding open auditions for a new guitar player? well, one guy who went through the process is saying it's all a ruse to steal riffs from unsuspecting nobodies. fred durst, an asshole? naaaah..... all you people who think my cat is fat, she is not.
wednesday, february 6, 2002
please visit jami for the full scoop. i've got texas coursing through my veins. two nights ago i saw the todd deatherage band, with todd's able bassist sloan t. urging me to come to the lone star state for sxsw and promising texas hospitality, or something. we shall see: research currently in progress. and then last night i saw what has to be denton, texas's finest band, centro-matic, at mercury lounge. oh my GOD! vanessa and i agreed we loved them at the end of the very first song. they sounded sorta like a rootsy yo la tengo if you ask me. very head-bobbable. they are my new favorite band. check them out before you feel dumb! 
friday night featured some rock at brownie's with LAB and the yeah yeah yeahs. i got beer launched directly into my eye by the crazy, energetic downtown-girl lead singer (who is reportedly very wealthy) -- how very punk rock! and annoying. but. the music was good, not overwhelmingly so, but good. very rockin', not very tuneful. still, a good time was had. saturday i did some retail photojournalism with jami. you have no idea what that means, but you will be able to read all about it on her site, and maybe mine too, probably tomorrow. saturday night our fair city was graced by the presence of one pete bothum, who gave me a very exciting tape consisting of four soon-to-be big hits from terminal lunchbox, plus a whole bunch of GBV stuff i don't have. which treasure trove of music, coming as it did in addition to the gbv "propellor" cd that arrived friday afternoon in a hail of ebay joy-in-a-cardboard-box, made me just about the happiest girl in the world. so pete showed up with his very fun and outgoing friends, one of whom was having a birfday, and we went to rivertown lounge, which has a bit of a reputation for being quite B&T, horrible, scorn-worthy, etc. but it was very cute inside, all brick walls and interesting art, and they were playing some groovy R&B/neosoul stuff (do i know what neosoul is? no. but that's what i decided it was). totally fun. also, attentive female bartenders: how unusual! later we went to iggy's, whose occasional worth i have grudgingly accepted, and threw baba o'riley on the jukebox. it was not loud enough. here is a picture of pete doing what he does best:
yesterday i welcomed brother steve, turning 25 today (wooh steve! happy birfday again!), dad, and janet for some brunch at essex, then some excitement in the east village as hundreds upon hundreds of stern-faced cops, many in riot gear, arrested a small number of WEF protestors (and here i thought it was all about parties). kind of an outrage, really, the force that they had out (helicopters circling, dozens of paddywagons), or maybe i should be protesting the lack of protestors? here's a couple more pics:
we finally made it to our movie, the royal tenenbaums. it was even better the second time around. i think ebert gets it right when he says it "exists on a knife edge between comedy and sadness." does that help, dad and janet? and then last night was the big coup. betsy and i boycotted the superbowl and got some yummy italian food, then proceeded to the indie-rock bar, which i have decided is definitely the best bar in brooklyn, possibly the world. not only are all my favorite bands on the jukebox, but on this night? a dude started playing and i was immediately like, "oh my god he sounds exactly like the guy from clem snide." i interrupted betsy to say that about a dozen more times during the performance, which was insanely great. he played hopelessly devoted to you, from "grease," which is just sooooo clem snide that i should've known. i rocked out in the bathroom during the last song, then started plotting how to go talk to the guy, whose name is eef barzelay, by the way. but then the next band came on and thanked him by name, so there was no question it was him. which meant that the whole prospect was blown, because my opening line was going to be "hey, are you the guy from clem snide?" i am so smooth, see. and so the only thing left to say would've been some terribly fangirl proclamations about how i love his music, and by this time he was all kissing the forehead and smoothing down the hair of some girl he clearly loved and it might've been awkward. he's great though, really and truly. thus ends my weekend saga. ooh, but before i go, a blind item for the UD crowd: what review alum almost died a couple of new years ago after some coworkers found her slumped facedown at the bar, unconscious and covered in puke? i'll never tell....
friday, february 1, 2002 i just got this very expensive bag in a gift raffle. immediately after receiving it, the accessories editor came up to me and told me i could return it for store credit. and then half an hour later, another girl mentioned she liked the bag i got, and so a swap was born. i am now the proud owner of a probably also-very-expensive dark purple leather paul smith weekend bag. i knew that that boobs-kill-man story had to be fake. |
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