birthday jollies

happy birthday to the sister who has it all - namely, 4 dogs & me as a live-in companion. companion is the wrong word...too spaced to think of something more appropriate (snuggles? yes, definitely snuggles)

(thanks for vacuuming while i try to work, too...no, not being sarcastic, really-it's great times, i feel my head being sucked in through the top of the nozzle attachment you are using to clean all the hair off the baseboards in every single room. i'm serious, i mean it-thanks. i'm using that obnoxious hoover-ing sound as the real reason behind my lack of productivity. when it stops, not sure what i am going to fill the void with.)

peace, love & peanut butter frosting from love @ first bite.

showy shows recap, week of 30.september

her space holiday
(xoxo, panda & gruff rhys)
2.october
cafe du nord





the shins
5.october




bloc party, justice, satellite party
la weekly de tour
6.october
los angeles

melodic mania

while perhaps not the most aesthetically handsome band in the world, still fun. gotta love that supernatural something...for regular guys to stand up on stage & rock their shit (& be good at it) & have people begging for more-more dorky dance moves, more hips gyrating...just more of everything. offstage? these guys look like the trolls that work in the dmv, do your taxes, or ask for money in the haight outside of amoeba music.

onstage? magic.

best part of the night? the symmetry of seeing this old crackhead lady outside of the gold dust before we went to the show (waiting for ken, of course) - she tried to sell me a dolphin necklace made out of concrete or shells or something...and then having her reappear at the end of the night when we are getting into a cab...& ken telling her he wouldn't give her money because she was going to buy "crack rock with it".

i love balance in the weird sphere-makes it seem like there is a rhyme (though clearly no reason) to the ambiguity of the everyday.

(that sounded wise-don't be concerned, it wasn't).

a small setback to a great comeback

while i normally try to refrain from blatantly using quotes here (lies, all lies), i can't help myself on this almost-full-moon-night-1:25-am.

"act out being alive, like a play. and after a while, a long while, it will be true."
john steinbeck, east of eden

one foot in front of the other, it's the only way. even if it's just baby steps (thank you, bill murray), @ least there's movement, signs of life.

working again feels like i can fully inhale for the first time in 4+ weeks. deep breaths, like after a 10k, after you stop feeling like your insides are melting.

oprah-book-club-reading-culture jump off a really, unimaginably tall building. dr. phil? go f*@# yourself. i am going the way of john galt, francisco d'anconia & howard roarke. the road less traveled (cliches are handy, carry this one around with you for quick reference during slumber parties, coffee dates or meetings with relatives you don't like). horatio algers? be damned, man. i want domination, not mediocrity.

i want infamy before ideals, ingenuity more than innocence, ironic intuition above imaginary inertia.
(and also a dictionary that goes beyond the letter "i")

kismet is for the optimist. i'll take failure over fate (& her cold, clammy hands) every day of the week.

being with people who understand you

priceless

(shut off the radio to listen to the brilliance)

lame with a cape

categorization, an amateur's guide to identifying types in the city
part 1

*hipsters & scenesters
my definition would pale in comparison to any of the ones found at urban dictionary. these two could be broken into 2 groups, by why waste an unnecessary amount of time here? in general, a group whose identity is defined primarily by the fact that they are NOT, i repeat NOT a group, they are too non-conformist for that. my favorite definition:

listens to bands that you have never heard of. has hairstyle that can only be described as complicated...definitely cooler than you...often complains. always denies being a hipster. hates the word...claims to be in a band... always on the list...name-drops...takes photos of self in mirror, in car, in sunglasses, from above, of boobs, of hips, of feet, of self drinking alcohol, of self making kissy face, of self looking like a hyperactive toddler, of self doing illegal things, of self passed out, of self and friends joined at the head and making faces..best website to better understand scenesters& their copious varieties...actually, just a great place to waste time & laugh..your scene sucks. enjoy

ok, folks. i'm over this concept of type-casting "types". best advice? don't date a type, anyone who clearly fits into any of the above categories...it's a world of nail-biting agitation.

(music that inspired this casting call? new young pony club- now you know everything. goodnight & beware of lame with a cape, which lies waiting for you, around every corner.)

showy shows recap, week of 23.september

the lucksmiths
23.september
12 galaxies






maps
24.september
bottom of the hill






!!!
the field opens
25.september
mezzanine






midlake
27.september
gamh

i put the "metro" in metronome

i want to give tonight's concert a proper review, but early meetings in egypt *aka, mill valley* tomorrow, so have to try and bribe myself into sleep with the idea that tomorrow i will give this excellent show it's proper write up (short story? it killed)

highlights to explained later-carlton dancer, lord of the rings guy, 4 bouncers (the biggest man ever with what he called his "3-man back up") following me through the crowd (back to andrew, who probably figured me for dead) to get michael flateley kicked out, heroin chic lead singer with a wicked love of emoting, and with that quality that can only be categorized as "lead-singer-je-ne-sai-quoi"-fell ridiculously in love with him after about four bars...and lame with a cape.

more later, enjoy the ambiguity.

the protaganist suddenly realizes what to do in the middle of downtown traffic

a true story.

walking to meet rory for lunch, @ a tres chic eatery, le creme-traipsing through the financial district, past all the men in business suits (hotties, no doubt)-and there seemed to be a whole in my belly. a void of sorts. what was it? what was missing?

i need to do something. anything. molly-of-leisure, enjoying her time off is over. i can't sit idly by while the world around collects the exhibition fees to my boredom.

i need to get my core creativity back. it's been on vacation, but time is of the essence.
so i am seeking a way to get pass the road block, bypass the obstruction, jump the wall of my own making.

no more trolling random bands from last.fm. it's time to find the way to make my millions.

have to jet, my life is waiting.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...................................

the bleeding heart show

great times, shitty picture.

the standard people were there...the group in front that knew every word to every song (tragic) pumping their teenbeat fists in the air to every smack of the bass drum (again, no other word but tragic)...pre-pubescent man/boy-mustaches & dried up old dudes...the groupie, whose whole existence is for this one moment-being with the band that defines their identity...

the couples-girl in front, guy in back, his arms wrapped around her while they collectively close their eyes & sway to the melody (at a rock concert, this can prove especially lame-go to sarah mclachlan, tools, or stay @ home & watch the jt special on hbo...geesh)

bearded guys from oregon, web 2.0 posse, the button-ups, aka "oxfords" (NOT gay, they are quick to inform you), angry lesbians, the assailants-with-a-heart (& a tattoo to prove it)...

the whole gang.

showy shows recap, week of 17.september

the new pornographers
17.september
the warfield





peter, bjorn & john
18.september
the warfield





editors
20.september
the fillmore






arcade fire
21.september
shoreline

pirate's booty

funny that the word "booty" was originally used by nefarious sea-thieves to refer to stolen property.
& now it refers to asses.
wonder what the OED has to say about that word's evolution.

treasure island show-what to say?
pirate's booty is the best way to sum it up.

unfortunately, for those in the audience, i am insurmountably intoxicated (with the idea of sleep)

my new haircut is machiavellian.
night night.

there's no business

like show business.
fact.
saw guster, on a whim...because i was tired of cleaning the house for the sister. ..last night of "single" me and that...

it rocked & i got in for free.

some times spontaneity pays off.

(& of course, sometimes it kicks your ass and steals your iphone)

the hero returns, victorious (whew)

i'm back, loyal fans.

i know the length of my departure was extremely trying on all of you, but know i am truly back-body, mind & spirit & ready to be all yours, once again.

you can sleep easy tonight.

(you're welcome)