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Wishful Beginnings

Well let’s see. Last night had some crazy dreams. Me going to Hawaii and not wanting Annemarie to know about it. I flew there myself it seems, almost landed at Pearl Harbor but decided against that.

Wound up somewhere on some island where a lot of people I knew and some of whom I was trying to avoid were all ensconced in a big house with tiny rooms. It was a dream that seemed to go on forever leaving me to wonder if some dreams go on longer than other dreams.

In any event though it was a deep sleep it wasn’t restful. I got out of bed later than I’ve been the past week and went out for the paper and some bagels. Came home and looked forward to doing nothing when I received a phone call.

It was a response to an advert that I saw on Craigslist for a job. Apparently I sounded professional on the phone and they wanted to schedule and interview as soon as possible. I had hoped Monday would be soon enough but they insisted on today. So I said I could be there at 3:00. It was around 11:30 when they called.

I wasn’t feeling up for it and tried to take a nap but since I had some coffee all I could do was lay in bed. After about 15 minutes of that I decided to get it together and shave. Also wet my hair somewhat so I could at least use some gel and get it into some sort of presentable shape.

Left the apartment around 2:00 and walked over to the Path train where I sat and read the New Yorker from December 14. Almost caught up and grateful for the Patricia Marx article that I totally skipped over (Jump rope $374.95 at Bergdorf Goodman).

Went to the office which is across the street from where I would run into my Rasta friends. Filled out an application while having an out of body experience. Tried to tighten my shoelace which broke causing me to improvise and skipping some eyelets.

I was a bit anxious since I read in an article from the Wall Street Journal about the reasons why some people were passed over on job interviews. The interview was with Chaim. As I sat in reception I couldn’t help but over hear the woman being interviewed before me.

I was eventually allowed to sit in the conference room after the last interview finished. I sat and read the New Yorker, still out of body. Chaim came in and of course it was nothing but eye contact from my end of the table.

We walked through the resume and I wasn’t as relaxed as I was during the last interview in December. I explained why I left Wanker Banker and McMann and Tate and told him what happened to BIOIB.

I’m getting better at spinning these yarns as well as plucking the heart strings when I tell them how I needed to drop out of college to care for my parents, mom had Alzheimer’s and dad, well dad was dad. I left the interview, still partially in my body.

No Rastas across the street and I walked back to the Path train. Believe it or not, I think the fact that I wasn’t fully there could have helped in my favor. But I’m not getting my hopes up. Now there is nothing to do but wait and see. And send more resumes out.

For now, it’s laundry time. And the clothes should be dry by Sunday if I’m lucky.

Happy Birthday David Bowie!

I am now friends with all the members of Gang of Four. In fact Hugo Burnham, drummer extraordinaire commented on a David Bowie video of Five Years that I posted for the Dame’s birthday, ‘As fabulous now as it was to see it then. Chills down my spine…then and now…’

That was awfully nice of Hugo!

Little Triggers

Well Bill and I just returned from seeing Avatar. We heard that the only way to see it was in 3D. We went one better and saw it IMAX 3D. Big glasses for all concerned. I walked up from the Path train and met Bill at the Verizon store where his new Droid was being looked at.

When it plugs it in, it gets all barmy. And though you should be able to use the phone while it’s being recharged, Bill can’t. Of course no one in the store knew what to do and wound up giving him a new charger. He’s happy with the results and so am I.

Then it was the 1 train up to Lincoln Center and a short walk to the Sony theaters. Pandemonium in the lobby, lines everywhere to buy tickets or get the tickets you had purchased on line earlier. I got on one line while Bill went to find out where to go with the printed tickets he had downloaded yesterday.

It took a while but Bill eventually found someone who worked there to tell him we can go right up to the theater. Long way up, and when we got to the theater, the only seats were in the first row. But seeing it in IMAX and 3D it didn’t matter since everything in the movie was right in front of our faces.

It was a full house and during the movie one or two people had to get up and leave their seats, initially it was a shock since I wasn’t sure whether or not they were part of the movie. Very enjoyable, certainly satisfied the 12 year old boys in Bill in myself. Oh that Steven Lang is a baddie.

I was hoping for a stroll down to the Path train but it was too cold for Bill. I didn’t protest and rode the train down to Herald Square. Back in Hoboken in no time at all. A pleasant uneventful ride. Young rowdies hanging outside of 7 Eleven.

I guess it better that they hang out there, fighting amongst themselves rather than fighting in front of Hoboken Daily News. I don’t think Andy and his brother would have any problem with that. The 7 Eleven hasn’t even been open a month yet and so far most weekends after the bars close, the police have been called.

Came home and saw that I am now friends with 3 members of the Gang of Four. That’s quite cool. Not a record company thing, but actually friends with Hugo Burnham, Dave Allen and Andy Gill. No word yet from Jon King. But I did think it was cool.

Now it’s later and Bill is asleep. I’m watching the Simpsons. Just a lazy night. Quite cold out. Supposed to be cold tomorrow.

And I’m taking the Metro North train to Larchmont NY for my uncle’s wake. I’m seeing my South Jersey cousins, first time in a few years. Once again I’m sure someone will remark that we should get together for something other than a funeral, like a reunion. The last of the Mohicans.

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Well I went back to work today, on a Friday. No one was expecting me to come in, but still, I donned the suit and tie, looking rather sharp I might add. I also looked good on Wednesday morning but that ended badly. I slept ok last night though I did wake up before the alarm clock and could not get back to sleep.

So I got up earlier than usual which was ok. Puttered about, taking my time getting ready. Had a bowl of cereal which made me think, what if the cereal got me sick, not the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had the night before? I gambled and won. I didn’t get sick from the cereal.

I checked my email again, basically repeating the routine I did on Wednesday and was reminded of a chat I had with an online friend yesterday. He had mentioned that I seem to always be sick. He occasionally read this here blog you see.

I protested that I was sick in October, January and now in February. Not always sick. October and January were viruses, Wednesday was obviously food poisoning. Same symptoms as salmonella and with all the news about peanut butter or peanuts in general I think I put 2 and 2 together. Only it didn’t last that long.

We chatted online about a few things and I brought up my lack of self confidence. He was surprised to hear that. We had met once quite by chance on the street and I guess that’s where he got the idea that I exude self confidence. It must be the suit and tie. I wear a suit and tie and I don’t slouch when I walk, I have my chin up, eyes looking forward and I do feel confident.

ooh! it's Mister Confident!!!!

ooh! it's Mister Confident!!!!

In jeans and t shirt I slouch and generally look unkempt. It’s a good thing I suppose putting forth an air of confidence, it certainly has gotten me some good jobs. You want a good job, you gotta dress the part. At least thats how it used to be.

I’ll find out next March how that works out I guess.

But it weighed on my mind all day, my chat and the perception of being confident when behind the fabric I’m still the same old John, a neurotic, insecure mess at times.

It being a Friday, I planned on leaving early, and of course that didn’t work out. I was busy running around to the bank, to this place and that place errands for everyone. I don’t mind, it’s my job and it’s obvious, if I don’t do it, no one will.

I came in this morning and there was the mail from the past 2 days all over my desk. I sorted it out and delivered it to the proper people. I left around 3:00 this afternoon and made my way over to Bill’s building. It was around 50 degrees this afternoon so that afforded us some extra minutes together which of course was nice.

I got him a nice, cheap pair of cuff links for St. Patrick’s Day of 4 leaf clovers. I got the same for myself. It was a nice deal and I gave them to him this afternoon rather than wait. He loved them and we talked a bit about how we might spend March 17 which will be here before we know it.

No bars, we tried that last year and found every place jam packed with some charging an admission. We just walked around last year, smoking cigars and will likely do the same, staring at the visitors and the vomiters.

I was saddened and gobsmacked to read an email from Harpy yesterday, that Randall Bewley, guitarist for Pylon died the other day after having a heart attack at age 53. I met Randy a few times at McSwells when Pylon played.

Pylon was a band from Athens GA that I first saw with my brother Frank in August 1980, opening up for Talking Heads at the Wollman Rink in Central Park. I can’t say I was ‘ready’ for Pylon, I was definitely more into Talking Heads, plus there was so many people there that August night that Randy, Michael, Vanessa and Curtis from Pylon were swallowed up in that summer night.

Even though I was a big B-52’s fan, it didn’t register that Pylon were from Athens, unlike REM who a year or so later, I first saw opening up for Gang of Four and walked away from my prime spot near the stage saying ‘the only thing they have going for them is that they’re from Athens.’

Maybe a few months after that I was in that long lost record store on Second Avenue in the East Village, Free Being where I saw the cover for Chomp, Pylon’s 2nd album. I bought it just for the cover, vaguely remembering who they were and immediately loved it when I played it.

Played it for my friend Jet as well and he loved it too. Pylon was quitting the music biz at that time, it wasn’t fun anymore. They did get back together a few years later and played McSwells where I was able to DJ for the show and got Jet in to see them not long before Jet passed away.

I vaguely remember Rita having a problem with Pylon, Vanessa might have been off-putting with her style of singing after seeing them a few times opening up for some band Rita would rather be seeing, but I did thank Vanessa after a show and Rita was there and felt her opinion of Pylon was wrong since they were all such genuinely nice, sweet people.

And you could dance to their songs.

Now Randy is gone, and Pylon will be no more. He Left behind a wife and 2 kids. Notices from the B-52’s, REM and even members of Gang of Four among others have come in on various websites stating that they were one of the best bands ever and that Randy was certainly a one in a million guitarist.

Sad to see him go as he was one of the nice ones.