Two posts in two days! Sit back, relax, fire up the blogtinis...Am I freaking you out?
Today was pretty much the perfect day off. Woke up around 1 PM, went thrifting with Hopper shortly thereafter. She marched me around the Ark mens' and womens' sections both, making me try on every dubious sweater and oversized dress shirt we came across, which was plenty, like in the hundreds. If she had her way, I'd be Mr. Office Contempo-Casual, 24/7/365. You'd look at me on the street and think I was a really gangly, misshapen female extra from the Golden Girls. We had a fun few hours.
While there found a real swell sportcoat in off-charcoal (men's; Yves Saint Laurent and Bill Blass tags inside-- label confusion), a few books and a real steamin' CD of Turkish music from before World War II. Came home, disco napped, ironed a pink shirt to wear with the new YSL/BB, then went downstairs to the Bottle to watch some White Magic jammy jams. Miles had a dark turtleneck/suspenders/jack boots/Eastern bloc spy look going on and we both looked underworld hott, truth be told. I thought there might be more willowy folkly damsels giving us zaps, but the weather was bad and no zaps were to be had. Even though the White Magic sounded good we blew that pop stand and jaunted over to the Rainbo. Been many moons since I last sipped the Canada Dry in that particular bad-mojo-haus, but tonight was fine. Dave Laney showed up out of the blue (well, not really, his band Auxes has a show at the Bottle Friday night; you should go) and Doug said I looked like Lux Interior going home to meet my girlfriend's parents for the first time. I think that was a twisted compliment of some kind. Then Miles and I came home and watched John Carpenter's The Thing. Why does Kurt Russell wear a really bad hat when he flies a helicopter in the Antarctic? Why did I not buy that Anita Baker CD for 1.50 today? When will I go hang-gliding with Father Yod?
Friday, December 07, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail.
And just like that, we are back.
So fire up a colortini, sit back, relax, and watch the pictures now as they fly through the air.
I've always wanted to say that. You know Tom Snyder died not too long ago? Do you want to know more? Tom Snyder gave great TV. Sure, the famous interviews are classics: John Lydon...when Wendy O. Williams sledgehammered a TV set...Charles Manson. But I remember watching the CBS Late, Late Show almost religiously, and there were some great hours there. An all-time standoff with a quiet and seemingly hateful Warren Beatty, who took 45 seconds to answer whether or not he still ever talked to his sister (that would be Shirley MacLaine, for all you OK! magazine readers out there) ; David Lynch reminiscing about moving to Philadelphia for art school and all his insane neighbors, including a tiny old lady who would crawl around her back yard barking like a dog for hours.
Snyder could even make a dimwit "intellectual" like Bob Costas sound cute. Go YouTube that shit. He's up there. I know some Snyder maniacs have put up ENTIRE complete shows (TV and Radio) on the YTub and other spots on the nets cause I been checking and wrecking them for days. IT'S ALL I DO. I would link to it, but I'm lazy and your fingers need the exercise. Fat fingers! Anyway, why should you go look for Snyder right now? Watch a cardboard hairdo turd a'la Brian Williams dry shellac his way through the evening newscast now, and you want to just nuke the entire fucking planet and start over. I hate this country. And that's why you should go watch Tom Snyder! He hated it so much he went and died on us.
So anyway, the other day I was talking to someone who shall remain nameless about our current listening habits. I had to explain that since I don't really like music or other human beings too damn much any more, it is slim pickens out there (and no, not the dude that rode the A-Bomb in Dr. Strangelove). Basically, I just want to return to the womb as soon as possible and avoid all the bullshit, so I listen to blurry noise and metal and numb and doom. Nadja, Panda Bear, White Rainbow and not only that but I'm back on Aphex Twin and Fripp N' Eno and Basic Channel and even the Orb! And then a few weeks ago I got stupid and read the fab new (New Yorker music critic) Alex Ross book about 20th century classical and can tolerate ought else these days! So fiddle my faddle! Can you taste the colortinis yet, you fucking cretins?
So fire up a colortini, sit back, relax, and watch the pictures now as they fly through the air.
I've always wanted to say that. You know Tom Snyder died not too long ago? Do you want to know more? Tom Snyder gave great TV. Sure, the famous interviews are classics: John Lydon...when Wendy O. Williams sledgehammered a TV set...Charles Manson. But I remember watching the CBS Late, Late Show almost religiously, and there were some great hours there. An all-time standoff with a quiet and seemingly hateful Warren Beatty, who took 45 seconds to answer whether or not he still ever talked to his sister (that would be Shirley MacLaine, for all you OK! magazine readers out there) ; David Lynch reminiscing about moving to Philadelphia for art school and all his insane neighbors, including a tiny old lady who would crawl around her back yard barking like a dog for hours.
Snyder could even make a dimwit "intellectual" like Bob Costas sound cute. Go YouTube that shit. He's up there. I know some Snyder maniacs have put up ENTIRE complete shows (TV and Radio) on the YTub and other spots on the nets cause I been checking and wrecking them for days. IT'S ALL I DO. I would link to it, but I'm lazy and your fingers need the exercise. Fat fingers! Anyway, why should you go look for Snyder right now? Watch a cardboard hairdo turd a'la Brian Williams dry shellac his way through the evening newscast now, and you want to just nuke the entire fucking planet and start over. I hate this country. And that's why you should go watch Tom Snyder! He hated it so much he went and died on us.
So anyway, the other day I was talking to someone who shall remain nameless about our current listening habits. I had to explain that since I don't really like music or other human beings too damn much any more, it is slim pickens out there (and no, not the dude that rode the A-Bomb in Dr. Strangelove). Basically, I just want to return to the womb as soon as possible and avoid all the bullshit, so I listen to blurry noise and metal and numb and doom. Nadja, Panda Bear, White Rainbow and not only that but I'm back on Aphex Twin and Fripp N' Eno and Basic Channel and even the Orb! And then a few weeks ago I got stupid and read the fab new (New Yorker music critic) Alex Ross book about 20th century classical and can tolerate ought else these days! So fiddle my faddle! Can you taste the colortinis yet, you fucking cretins?
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