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10G Goes to SF; No One Gets Arrested

2005-06-06T15:39:00.000-04:00

The occupants of 10G made the pilgrimage to SF for Chris Fry's wedding and some general hang-out time in the city we called home before we moved to the NYC and became angry and bitter. Here are the highlights and a few lows, since you can't drink for 8 days straight with out at least something semi-ridiculous happening.

I made it out there with out incident. I did, however, get called out by and old man for snoring for like 3 hours straight--embarrassed, (remarkably) I hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes--then I realized I was in the bathroom for 10 minutes which isn't exactly cool either. Finally, I remembered that I do what I want and I went back to my seat to pass out again. Hopefully, I snored really loudly and disrupted his viewing of Ocean's 12.

A $60 cab ride to Jordah's later, Nav and I hit the streets and showed up at a BBQ Birthday for a friend of ours. I got drunk. Since restaurants don't serve food passed 10pm, (my normal dining hour) if you're not paying attention, you'll miss dinner at a normal restaurant and end up at HOME ordering a bunch of sides and drinking strange gin drinks and listening to your iPod at the dinner table. Then we went to Amber, which is conveniently located across the street from Home, and even more conveniently, allows you to smoke. I had a really bad gimlet and fended off some weirdos before I realized I'd been awake for 24 hours and it was time to call it a day, or night...whatever.

See, this is why I can't blog anymore. I have the attention span of a gnat and I'm already bored with this. So this is it. I got drunk every single day, went to Soupenkuche three nights in a row and had meatloaf wrapped in bacon, went to Nori's, went to see the Pixies, my cousin got kicked out of the Pixies show (you go Dave), went sailing out to Tiburon, went to Guyma's, went to a BBQ in Marin, drove around town by myself and didn't get lost which was so money, ran into Tim, the guy I ALWAYS run into when I'm out there, got funky to James Brown, went to Napa, went to a wedding, the photographer took a picture of my breasts presumably cause they looked awesome in my dress, soent a bunch of time in the hot tub drinking pina coladas, went swimming in the Russian River, went to the beach, played horse shoes, lost, saw people I haven't seen in 17 years, watched them stare in awe as I chain smoked and cursed--I believe Will said it best "But, you're 8..." watched people get naked frolic in our hot tub making subsequent use of it impossible, danced salsa with J, did the bump with J to the Pharcyde while DJ Snowman spun on our deck (if anyone knows who that guy is or where he came from, I'd be interested to know since it seemed like he fell out of the sky) But I think the best moment came from Rob, as it often does. Rob hooked up with "Bob Marley" a white girl with dreads down to her ass. The funniest part isn't that in order to score with this chick, he had to get in the hot tub with all the other "naked people" but that she's 20 and the next morning, her PARENTS came to the house looking for her and the Turtle had to diffuse the situation sighting that all the siblings of the groom stayed over and so everything was chill. Good work Rob.

Tonight I'll Take What I Pay For

2005-05-20T11:52:00.000-04:00

So, I was going to do a play by play of jazz fest (a month late, bovs.) But instead I'll just give a general feel. Basically, Ziggy and I were rock stars. And when I say rock stars, I mean ROCK STARS. Especially at the Drive By Trucker shows. You know you're a rock star of the super ultra mega variety when you're hanging over a balcony screaming PLAY SOME SKYNYRD! There was lots of drinking at Snake 'n Jakes. There were "roadies" and rides home from sketched out N'Awleans locals who invited themselves into our house. There was fried chicken and crawfish Monica. There were hurricanes at Patty O'Brians. There was black jack at O'Harah's. When Dars arrived, there was also insane amounts of Jaeger consumed. People fell down. Several times. I laughed at them (and when I say "them" I mean Dars) cause when absurdly tall people fall down, it's always really funny cause they have so far to go. There was a completely and totally cracked out Brian Wilson. And fo course there was dancing. Lot's of dancing. I pulled out the old tap dance moves at Tips and Ziggy and I did the "Mardi Gras Umbrella" dance. We totally GOT 'ER DONE. And unlike my last trip to the Big Easy, I managed to stay with the group and not wake up in the gutter. Sweet.

Tonight Ziggy, in from SF, and I will have a decidedly more mellow evening of music as we head to Theivery Corp. The J-Mizz makes his second concert appearance of the season since James Brown. In our on going effort to do "the bump" in as many places world wide as is humanly possible, the J-Mizznazzle and I got down to "Make it Funky" and blessed B.B.Kings with our superior "bump" skills.

Last week, Weezer was also on the bill. It was the worst concert I've ever seen. Ever. Jansens and I wondered why there was no one by the bar at Roseland. We then realized it was because everyone was 15. Yeah. The kids were singing along so loudly that I couldn't even hear the band, the band who clearly didn't want to be there. But as any outing does with the Artist Formerly Known as SNAKE, the =w= show had its moments. Like when all the girls in front of me started screaming "Rivers, Brian...WE LOVE YOU!!!" I came back with, "I'M LEGAL!" And during the encore, instead of requesting songs the band actually sings, I called for Misty Mountain Hop and EJ wanted Barracuda.

Friday saw the return of the Miguel and CC show. Reunited after WAY to long, Michael and I hammed it up at a party celebrating the third place win of his roommate, the dashing Brandon (who looks frighteningly like NPH),in a "my apartment in insanely small but look what I've accomplished with some smoke and mirrors" contest. I drank too many gimlets (what was I supposed to do, they were free), went out with a bunch of people I didn't know, and pretty much made an ass of myself. Pretty typical Friday. One of my better lines that night was at the end of my evening, after I left the people I didn't know, and come to think of it, I had no idea where I was either, I went to go pick up Nav. He was at a crappy bar and I had no interest in being there, and I wasn't sure what was keeping Nav there. So I decided to explain to him that (in my stage whisper, which is really a yell) THERE ARE NO HOT GIRLS HERE LET'S GO! And of course Nav was surrounded by women. Fed up with Nav's insistence on staying, I left.

He's Such A Loser...Baby

2005-04-19T11:30:00.000-04:00

Ok. So I know he's come out with a new album, and from the little I've heard off of it, it seems better than the last piece of trash he put out...But let's face it: Beck isn't that great anymore. Which is totally fine. You can't expect someone to turn out great music or books or even herb encrusted rack of lamb for the rest of his or life. Then why is that people can't just except it? Still, the "alterna-nerds" were clamoring for tickets to the "secret show." Clearly, I'm in a race with myself to see how many concerts I can get to in my lifetime (I've even got a best evs in Espana working to get me tickets to the SOLD OUT Cream shows in Londres--the only catch is that I have to pretend to work for Billboard, which won't be too hard of a stretch considering the time I masqueraded as a member of the AP during the [gasp] Eiffel 65 show in the A-Tizz....And there we have confirmation of the aforementioned contest---and my best evs has to sell himself.) Anyway...The last few times I've seen Mr. Hanson, it's been crap. The acoustic performance he gave at Coachella last summer was so lame, I left. But I suppose If you've never seen him before, why miss the opportunity to do so. So I guess this has been a pretty moot post.

In other news:

I'm pretty psyched that this guy is our new Pope. Not that I have any idea who he is really, but he's brings with him the possibility (however unlikely) of some reforms in the Church. Some people are up in arms about the fact that he used to be a "Nazi." What those people don't seem to realize is that ALL young German males were required to joint Hitler's Youth, and it's no secret that Adlof wasn't too keen on the Catholics either. Well over a million of us were also executed. Also, I'm digging that he took Benedict. So awesome.

UPADTE: Yeah, so this guy's a conservative, orthodox zealot. obvs. What was I thinking. This is

or not

2005-03-27T20:04:00.000-05:00

But whatever. Michigan still sucks.

Holy Shit

2005-03-27T19:27:00.000-05:00

What a game. NCAA RULES! Unbelievable! Sparks ices over and then brings it back. Michigan sucks. Long live the SOUTH!!!!

N'Y Pensez Pas Trop

2005-03-22T12:48:00.000-05:00

Spring is finally here. Well, in name anyway. For me, this means an increase in Bosanova, and of course my ubiquitous Spring album: the La Belle Histoire soundtrack will be broken out. Spring also brings with it the opening of Tom Collins season; we'll have the opener at the Boat House this year. And of course, the Spring party season arrives courtesy of Brown & Brown Productions. We'll kick off this year at 10G, probably on April 16th. Spring is always my best time of year, and even though a bunch of people tried to fuck it up last year, it was still awesome.

In other news, last night we watched Shaun of the Dead which was pretty much best ever. I won 10 bucks from Nav, it was triumphant.

Noah (aka PTF) comes to visit this weekend. Unfortch, unlike everyone else in the free world, I actually have to work on Friday which blows, but I'll catch up with the gang for cocktails and shenanigans in the post work hours. It that his younger brother, who will be in tow, is finally of the drinking age---this is going to be a good one.

But I'll Just Keep on Rollin' Along With the Grace of the Lord Above.

2005-03-17T14:44:00.000-05:00

When you find what completes you, it's a magical moment. It's like coming home, going on a fantastic journey, being lifted into the heavens and descending to Earth all at the same time. This is the way I've always felt about Led Zeppelin. From scrawling the lyrics to "Misty Mountain Hop" all over my book covers in 3rd grade to building a Physical Graffiti sand castle with the J-Mizz, Zeppelin has shared some of the best and not so best times with me. I haven't listened to them in a while- I've been preoccupied with other, less gritty ditties-but just now, listening to Mr. Plant's warble on, "Since I've Been Loving You" I'm reminded of the true power of music.

In light of this, I will be playing only Zeppelin tonight while we're out. I'm definitely playing "Heartbreaker" into "Livin' Lovin' Maid" which is the best duo EVER. Even better than the rare-ish DEAD couple "Scarlet" "Fire."

Yeah, ain't but one thing to do Spend my natural life with you,
You're the finest [band] I knew, so fine.

Whiskey for the Leprechauns! Whiskey for the Leprechauns!

2005-03-17T09:49:00.001-05:00

I always greet St. Patrick's Day with equal parts giddy anticipation and unequivocal fear. It's a holiday that starts out with the best intentions (having a "roast turkey dinner" aka Guinness) but usually ends up with someone going to the hospital or climbing through my window. Each year, I shudder with the knowledge that some crazy freaked-out thing is going to happen to me and I have absolutely no control over it. Some say the loonies come out on Halloween, in my world, however, they wait for a holiday that revolves around getting good and liquored up. Game on.

The other thing that has remained constant throughout the years is my "Luck of the Irish" speech. It was first delivered so brilliantly by John Belushi on SNL and I have tried to carry on the tradition. In elementary and high school, I simply recited the speech for anyone who would listen, and most people didn't get it. But, by the time I got to college, it quickly became a thing of legend--requiring me to stand on the roof top of a house or two in order to re-enact the scene for a larger audience. In recent years, I've taken the show on the road. St. Patrick's Day 2002 was spent driving by myself from Tennessee to Alabama. I decided to stop in Chattanooga for the grandest setting the speech has ever seen. ROCK CITY. Here, amongst the fake stalagtites and super creepy talking gnomes, I gave the speech to SEVEN STATES at once. It was a triumphant day and one that I won't soon forget.

This year, I'll be spending St. Patrick's Day with a few close friends. Clearly the speech will be given, maybe not from a roof top, and maybe not from a mountain top--but from the top of my lungs and the bottom of my heart.

So Hott, So Best/So Not for All the Rest

2005-03-16T12:34:00.000-05:00

Joan Jett is playing a Super Special Concert at Webster Hall on April 7th. You get "FREE" tickets when you buy her new album at Best Buy...that costs 17.99.

The Cocteau Twins have pulled out of Coachella. I'm not going this year in favor of JAZZ FEST and visiting Pands and Spence on the back end. This is the only band I was sad about missing since I'm seeing most of the others as they come through the NYC. It sucks for all those who awnted to bake in the sun while listening to Blubeard. Durst.
All of the above from Jasonproductshop.

Have I Mentioned that My Life is Over?

2005-03-16T10:43:00.000-05:00

So once again I've sabotaged my own happiness. I find the ease with which I can accomplish this task, amazing. I wish I could get a job doing it. I am, however, adding it to my skill set on my resume right after "proficient in French."
Some good things do happen each time I shoot myself in the foot. I often drop the novels or non-fiction works that I'm reading and retreat into short stories, and short or short-short non-fiction narratives. This in turn motivates me to write (for real, not the crap I throw up on the internerd). Writing is perhaps my favorite thing to do besides singing and dancing, but mostly I reserve the latter two for times when I'm not feeling the triumph of my own stupidity (unless of course, you count the relentless, sorrow filled "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child" that continues to spin in my head)
Ok anyway, other tricks that I use to steer myself out of the pits of despair include prisms. Prisims are a lot of fun. They're not only really really pretty, you can work out cool mathematical functions trying to figure them out.

Kaleidoscopes (I realize that this is the Rose Window, but it looks like a kaleidoscope and all the kaleidoscope sites are shit). I was obsessd with these devices as a child. The changing patterns and swirling colors as so existential/zen or whatevs.

Um, yeah...

Anyway, did you know that Boy George was responsible for Richard Bronson buying/creating Virgin Airways? It's true. Bronson made so much cash off of Culture Club that decided to by an airline. Sweet.

One More in the Name of Love

2005-03-15T12:09:00.000-05:00

Well, acutally TWO more in the name of love. U2 announced through Bilboard that they'll be playing two more NYC dates (November 21-22) at MSG. Tickets go onsale Monday the 21st...get that refresh button ready.

The Ides are Upon Us

2005-03-15T11:01:00.000-05:00

The week surrounding the Ides of March has traditionally had an above average strangeness factor for me. All kinds of crazy shit has happened to me during this week in the past and as much as I try to execute preventitive measures in an effort to avoid said crazy shit, this week never fails to kick my ass. So this year, instead of hiding away (I actually tried to lock myself in my dorm room in 1998 but the crazies just entered through the window---foreals) I'm facing this years Ides with open arms. ...and speaking of crazies, ladies and gentlemen, Brittney Spears:

Here's her advice for Michael Jackson:

"If he did those things, I feel sorry for him. I feel like he probably feels alone, and he needs some help.

"He needs someone to be like, 'OK, let's buck you up, let's give you a moustache, let's rough you up, let's go to a bar, let's get drunk and be a man.'

"And if he didn't do those things, I feel sorry for him. Either way, he needs to get in a fight."

Water Will Change to Cherry Wine

2005-03-14T15:08:00.000-05:00

This weekend had a lot of potential. Some of it was lived up to, some of it makes me want to go on a bender.

Friday was spent in the land of severe hangovers. This was due in large part to THE ONE AND ONLY PANDA making a guest appearance the city fka Panda's Playground. It was so good to see her. This town just hasn't been the same since she left, not to mention my extreme sadness in her departure. So we did what we do best, get trashed and make HUGE plans (and by plans, I mean asses of ourselves). Highlights of Thursday night include us setting the carpet at the Royalton on fire and having a cry about what, I can't remember.

Friday evening was all about EJ's performance at the UCB Theatre. So Much Best. They were awesome. Like a MILLION times more awesome than my class last summer. SPACE PIRATES. Whatevs.

Friday might, Spencer got into town and we all chilled out for a while. Pands and Spence went out but I opted to stay home since I was five paces from death. The J-Razz, fresh from the strip-club, and I DJ'd Steely Dan and had some wine. It was relaxing and I was so glad I didn't have to spend five hours at a bar drinking shitty drinks while wishing I was home listing to Countdown to ecstasy.

Spence and I took a walk the next morning and then I went to meet up with Nick and Guy so we could walk around and eat Apple Fritters and buy obnoxiously priced polo shirts at Marc Jacobs.

Then it was off to Bensonhurst for Bailey's birthday. Holy Shit. I've never been so far away in my life. I didn't know that it could take an hour and a half to get somewhere and still be in New York. But it was way worth it cause we had the BEST TIME EVER. I ate bunnies and we could smoke in the restaurant which was clutch.

After I got back to the city, I met up with Andrew, who is the most fabulous person ever (mostly cause he's British, but he's pretty cool just as a person too). I tried desperately and unsuccessfully to hang on to sobriety. Then Van came and it was downhill from there. I spent a large part of the remainder of the evening with my head in my hands saying things like "oh dear god, no" and "oh my god I can't believe you just said that..." It was fablacular to say the least. But c'est la vie. Then we went home and had screwdrivers at 8 in the morning.

On Sunday, I got up and went for a walk and then met Bails for brunch. She suggested I rent Here On Earth. It was THE WORST MOVIE EVER. I recommend renting it simply so you experience the worst movie ever. EVER.

Then I met up with Nick, Guy and Carl at Landmark Sunshine to see The See Inside. It was awesome, and not just because I'm obsessed with quadrapaligics and used to pretend I was a parapalegic in college. I highly reccomend going to this movie immediatado. Then we had dinner at Elephant. I had Duck. It was good. My life is officially boring. And....freeze.

Oh, but I did get James Brown tickets and that's pretty sweet.

Park That Car, Drop That Phone

2005-03-09T15:43:00.000-05:00

Concert Update
I'm going to try and get to as many of these as possible. Tickets on sale NOW.

March
10-22 Allman Bros Beacon Theatre
21 Backstreet Boys Irving PLaza
23-30 Black Crowes Hammerstein
28 The Walkmen Irving Plaza

April

3 LCD Sound System
Bloc Party
4 Dogs Die In Hot Cars and Phoenix Irving Plaza
4 Lou Reed Crobar
5 Psychedelic Furs Supper Club
9 And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead Irving Plaza
10 And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead Irving Plaza
13 Duran Duran MSG
14 Widespread Panic Radio City
14-22 Earsure Irving Plaza
21-24 Lenny Kravitz Beacon
25 Bob Dylan Beacon
22 Elvis Costello Beacon Theatre
23-30 JAZZ FEST N'Orleans, LA
28 New York Dolls Irving Plaza

May
The Decemberists Irving Plaza

Blinged Out Brooklyn Stizz

2005-03-08T14:05:00.000-05:00

Posh outfitted her son, Brooklyn with earings that match her footballing husband, Becks', famous $150,000 ghetto studs. So basically she spent $50,000 on something that's going to make her child look like a total douchebag. I can just see this kid in 6 months..."Mummy, I've lost my bling -bling in the Marmite. Can we get Jacob to whip up another?" So ridiculous. Unless you're King Louis the IVX or Prince, a guy (much less a CHILD) decked out in jewels is all kinds of wrong.
Note: The above picture is not Jacob the Jeweler, it's Jesus.

And Everybody Knows It

2005-03-08T11:16:00.000-05:00

The What's Up returns after a few months on hiatus. Why? Mostly cause I've had a real lot of coffee and I'm waiting to get some documents in before I can "work." Another reason for the sudden resurgence is: Spring is coming. That means tons of shows, lots of drinking and of course those priceless encounters with the oposite sex. Sure, there are some great ones from over the winter, like the time I made out with Jimmy Falon afterwhich he stalked me for a week. And the guy who, after knowing me for five minutes, proceded to tell me he was in love with me and had dreams about me and pretty much showed up at my house naked. But let's face it, all those Saturdays spent swilling champers at ten o'clock in the morning DJ-ing "mission control" style do not an exciting blog make. I'm espcially looking forward to April when The Army of Fun takes on JAZZ FEST. Will I be able to stay with the group and not wake up on the "wrong side of town" in the gutter a la Mardi Gras 2000? Stay tuned.

This is The What's Up. Betta Ask Somebody About It. What.

This Could Very Easily Have Been Us...

2004-12-20T15:27:00.000-05:00

So, apparently this guy text messaged his wife saying that the plane he was traveling on was commandeered by terrorists. The wife freaked out, called the embassy who called Anti-Terrorist negociators---you see where this is going. Awesome. Dude was detained and then released without charge. The J-Mizz and I heard about this and realized we just had a close call. This is totally something we would do--now we know not to. Two weeks ago the inhabitants of 10G went to BLT Steak for some meat and PVW Family Reserve. After dinner we called out to SF but several people out there seemed too preoccupied with themselves to give us proper attention. We weren't having any of it. So the plan was for me to call up Mr. Va Boop "in a panic." In an Oscar winning performance, I made the call and told RVB that Nav had collapsed on the floor and appeared to be having a heart attack and ,"I don't know what to do...". Rob of course flipped out screaming, "Call 911! Call 911!" Then he heard us laughing in the background. I told that story to someone after the fact; he didn't really see the humor in it.

WORST EVER

2004-11-17T15:58:00.000-05:00

I hated these when they first came out and all the model/socialite wannabes wore them IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER. I hated them last year when people were STILL pretending that we live in Lapland. But holy shit people, if you are still wearing these shoes, give up. I mean, a) they're just plain ugly, but more importantly b) it's NOT COLD so if you're even going to pretend that you're wearing them because they're lined with shearling you're busted. Britney wears them. Attention: THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING. So by all means, in the next few months, protect your feet from the cold and slush by investing in a nice pair of boots. But if they're fucking bright pink bugly shoes you bought to fit in---sorry, you lose.

Losers Need Not Apply for The Winner's Chair

2004-11-15T15:19:00.000-05:00

I spent most of the day on Saturday at a conference, attempting to give the impression of Claire Catherine as an eager, insightful and driven member of society. I'm pretty sure it went well. Then I was off to some twilight furniture shopping with Nav. The above chaise is the new Winner's Chair. We're going to be strict about the people we let sit in The Winner's Chair. The Winner's Chair is not to be fucked with and is an honor that one must take very seriously. Yeah.
Feeling pretty satisfied with the furniture we picked out, Nav and I made our way to Pierre for some post shopping cocktails. People watching at NYC's other Four Seasons is great because you it allows you to take in the City of yesteryear. A haven for hipsters, this place is not.
We dressed for dinner and decided on a recurrent known for it's wild game. But as we left the house, we realized that we didn't feel like making a production out of dinner and grabbed entree on the way to Junno's.

There tons of people at Junno's which was good. Then I noticed that people had these balloon animals and a horrible thought swept through my mind....Was Brian (or was it Ryan..Or neither...) finally having his "party with balloon animals"? You may remember Ryan (Brian, whatever) from such disasters as "Don't feel the need to rock out...," "There was this eight year old kid looking down your shirt and at first, I was going to say something to him, but then I was like YEAH, RIGHT ON!" and of course, "you should throw me a party and have this guy come an make balloon animals..." That one came when he took me to a restaurant. A restaurant with a clown. But the gods were smiling on me Brian/Ryan was no where to be found. There was, however, someone dressed up in a neon pink gorilla costume. Clearly.

We decided to play some poker. A nice friendly game between friendly people. I was even chip leader for am moment. But then, all these unfriendly people started buying into the game. They were extremely obnoxious. At one point this girl attempted to have words with me over the fact that I allegedly didn't say check (when in fact, I said it three times, she was just a fool) so I countered with, "go fuck yourself." I ended up losing. I have to say it was probably the only time I've ever been psyched about losing; I was able to leave the table and go hang out with friends instead of trashy bastards. The best part was when Nav took the pot, beating the boyfriend of the obnoxious girl. This girl took her boyfriend to the back of the bar and started yelling at him for losing. We all laughed. So Saturday was a lot of fun. EJ and I got some brainstorming done with regards to the bash we're throwing next month. And I got to ramble on about my love for Led Zeppelin, Yes and Steely Dan and no one told me to shut up. Saturday goes in the victory catagory.

Way Down Below the Ocean Where I Wanna Be She May Be

2004-11-15T13:15:00.000-05:00

My antediluvian baby has been found. Atlantis was discovered off the coast of Cyprus. See, some things aren't fantasies or myths....and wishing can make it so.
MSN had an article entilted Is Daydreaming Healthy? Luckily, WebMD decided that it is. Thank God, since that's pretty much all I do. Imagine, now society is questioning the validity of dreaming. I'm moving to Atlantis.

As They Say Below the Mason-Dixon: What Now?

2004-11-12T10:37:00.000-05:00

Really, what I'm more surprised about here, is the fact that this woman is 59 and has 14 grand-children and 6 great-grand -children. I guess the fact that she's having twins won't be that big of a deal.

Word Mother Fucker

2004-11-11T18:10:00.000-05:00

Apparently, Nick Carter got a skull and cross bones to replance his Paris tatoo, which, by the way, he got a mere three weeks before he beat her (or she was doing a photo shoot where she posed as a battered woman, I can't remember what the verdict was on that) and they broke up. Duh. Don't ever get a tatoo of your lovers name. Didn't anyone learn from Johnny and Winona? It's never a good idea, obvs.

Hair Dude, Your're Stepping on My Mystique

2004-11-11T13:57:00.000-05:00

Word on the street is a new Out Hud album is dropping in 2005. Awsome.
Also, they're playing a random show at the Mercury Lounge December 4th. So much awsome.

Artsy Goings-on On the LES? Noooooooooo.

2004-11-11T13:14:00.000-05:00

For moives, plays and bands every single night this November, go here.

I'm Famous in Israel

2004-11-11T13:13:00.000-05:00

My close friend in Saudi Arabia sent me a friendster message out of the blue the other day. When I went to retrieve the message, it turned out that a whole bunch of people have been sending me messages over the past few months. Most were from complete strangers who wrote things like "you sound cool, let's chat" or "I'd like to get into your pants." In all of them the author used punctuation to make facial expressions (busted). One message, however, caught my eye. This guy wrote to tell me he's using a picture of me on the cover of an Israeli CD collection. Wha? Whatever that means, you can bet I'm never going to see an royalties.