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Here Come July

And it’s raining again. There is no surprise in that. I just got back from Manhattan, this time I was prepared. I wore a full body wet suit, pinstriped of course.

I did finally hear from Vivek. He made it in long enough to fill a basket full of rice pudding pops. He actually called me letting me know that he was going into the office to do it.

Presently on the phone with an irate Julio who is trying to use his credit card points to rent a car while he’s in Spain and he is meeting with tremendous difficulty. Of course I hear all about it. I don’t mind. He’ll have to listen to my tales of woe eventually. Took a lot out of me to listen to his aggravation but that’s what friends do.

Last night I heard from Billie in DC and he had his own tale of woe. His car was stolen a while back. That worked out fine, the insurance paid more than what the car was worth. He also invited Bill and I down for a weekend in the autumn which was nice. We’ll have to work that out somewhere down the line.

Today I headed into Manhattan, wearing work boots and carrying a big umbrella. It didn’t look like rain as I waited for the bus, and it was 91 degrees and quite humid. As I walked across town I ran into an old friend, Corey Williams who I used to work with at Arista Records.

Hadn’t seen Corey in a few years. He and his wife Ann Marie had a baby boy a few weeks ago, named Corey. He’s still at Atlantic Records, been trying to get out of there for 6 years. He’s still looking though.

We talked for almost a half hour by which time it looked like it was going to rain any minute now. We parted ways, I wished him and his family well. He’s such a good guy. Hard to believe I’ve known him about 15 years.

He’s also friends with my friend Miriam who just had a baby girl a week or so ago. Baby crazy these people are.

I made it to the office, collected my mashed potato dances and was soon outdoors again just as it started to rain.

I did have a tentative plan to meet an online friend that I’ve chatted with for years at the Cigar Inn on Second Avenue so that’s where I headed. Nice lounge for smoking cigars, I used to go there with a former co-worker when times were better.

Tom was the friend’s name and it was finally good to meet him in the flesh after years of chit chat. He was in town running around and while doing that got caught in the rain storm. We sat and talked for an hour or so, about music and cigars. We like them both.

After that I walked him over to Grand Central Station since I had a big umbrella and he didn’t. I’m pretty sure he appreciated it, plus it was on my way anyhow.

Walked over to the Path which wasn’t as crowded as I anticipated for a Friday afternoon. Had a seat and read The Low Side of the Road by Barney Hoskyns. It’s an unauthorized biography on Tom Waits that I got from the Hoboken library.

I was reading Transformer: The Story of Lou Reed by Victor Bockris but Tom Waits is a much more interesting character, and I much prefer Barney Hoskyns writing to Victor Bockris.

So that’s about it, I’m spent. Tomorrow I’m going with Meghan, Lily & Ruby to All Points West. That should be fun. I’ll tell you all about it, either tomorrow or Sunday.

Little Fishes

Last night was mellow. Called old friends, Billie and Connie. Billie is in Washington DC, Connie is in the Highlands of New Jersey. Haven’t heard from either of them in a while and since both were in my thoughts I gave a call.

Spoke with Billie first. He just got back from a Mexican vacation. I left a message for Billie a couple of weeks ago, mentioning that Bill and I might be visiting DC in the autumn if there was a March on Washington again.

Well so far no progress has been made on that front and right now it looks like we’ll be staying in Hoboken.

It was a good talk with Billie though. Both Bill and I miss him, having had a good couple of weeks a year or so ago when he was up in Manhattan training for his now defunct job at Chop’t, a way over priced salad bar.

Then I spoke to Connie as I sat on the front stoop, enjoying a Saint Luis Rey Rothchilde. It was an enjoyable talk, interrupted by a network failure on my end. She’s always a joy to talk to.

I can’t believe it’s been years since I last saw her, despite driving past her street in the Highlands some summer days. I’d love to see her again but it all depends on how she’s feeling. One of my favorite things is to make her laugh and I often do.

She’s a real sweetheart. Many a time I spent with Connie involved dancing around her house and I look forward to many more times I can perform a pas de deux with Madame Constance. Or stand out on her ledge, playing her wind chimes and making the neighbors think I’m doing tai chi.

Last night David Byrne was playing a free show at Prospect Park, opening up the summer season of Celebrate Brooklyn. Years ago I would have been there at a moments notice. But the threat of rain and the hassle of Brooklyn proved to be too much to consider.

If it were Talking Heads I would have been there for sure.

But last night was a Monday night and I do have to consider my state of mind with regards to work the next day. It’s not like when I was working in the music business where going out and coming back the next day exhausted or hung over was expected.

I stayed home and Bill came home just in time to catch Weeds which was very good. I love Justin Kirk. He rocks. Ever since Angels in America I’ve loved him and on Weeds he is most excellent. After that we watched Nurse Jackie, starring Edie Falco and that was really good, perhaps even better than Weeds.

Bill was trying to upload the still image from the TV of his appearance as a Saudi king on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. He stayed up until 2:30 which around the time I sort of woke up from the very loud thunderstorm going on outside.

I crept through the apartment closing the windows, which were left open just a crack. Didn’t want to take any chances. And it came down in sheets this morning.

I was able to swim on over to my polling place and place my vote for Dawn Zimmer as some Cammarano cronies lurked nearby. The old school political machine of Hoboken churns on.

The other night while Bill and I watched the Tony’s it seemed that the show was sponsored by Big Pharma. One commercial that had some macabre chuckling was for some anti-depressant.

Shots of various actors in black and white, looking into the camera with sad expressions on their faces. What is depression? Who does it hurt?

Then they push the drug with the side effects of suicidal thoughts. If you’re depressed, take this drug and it will probably make you think about suicide if you weren’t thinking about that to begin with. Ridiculous.

And it will probably make you constipated, so you’ll have something to think about while you’re on the bowl.

The World and His Wife

Well here we are on a Thursday. Weather wise it’s a pleasant day. A bit cool, which isn’t bad for wearing a suit and tie. Last night Bill and I watched Olbermann which was very good for his righteous commentary about how the republicunts use 9/11, the imagery and the fear for political purposes. Quite heinous. Keith was right on the money.

Mr. Noun/Verb/9.11 Guiliani was rightly put in his place once again, but he’s so slimy he wiggles his way out of it each time, King of the Lisp, Lord of the Comb Over. After that came our gal, Rachel Maddow. We love her. She wasn’t as high falutin’ as Olbermann, much more personable.

That doesn’t stop the wrong wing ideologues from going after her on FuckSnooze, specifically because she’s a lesbian. Apparently that’s wrong. It’s fine with FuckSnooze that Shepherd Smith is a gay man, but wrong for MSNBC.

Today is 9/11 and I’ve been fine. Flags throughout the area were at half mast. I find myself getting misty at the loss of our unity after the attacks. On the news was a former coach for the Giants football team. He was talking about how a week after the attacks, the Giants were playing in Kansas City and when the Giants came out they were greeted with a standing ovation.

We seemed to really be as one, as a country in the time following that day, at least in this tri-state area. Perhaps in DC and Shanksville PA as well. We had the support of most of the world, different countries by our side. Then George Bush threw all that away, leaving us where we are today. Lost and alone mainly. That really is a shame.

I think a moment like that in our history might not come around again, not in my lifetime. Squandered. I remember the fliers of people reported missing all over the city. People looking for their loved ones, friends, roommates. Within a few days those missing persons fliers turned into sheets of memorial paper, usually lit by votive candles.

Walking through Union Square with Bill one night with thousands of other people, I wrote on a scroll a quote from Maya Angelou, “..and still we rise.” I remember in the weeks following the attacks, Manhattan was still in shock.

Whenever a fire truck or a police car would go by sirens wailing, everyone would stop. Today it was very much the same. A few times, being out on the street a fire truck would go by en route to a call and a number of people stopped and watched the truck go by.

I reread the posts from the past two years and I really can’t add more to that, at least not right now.

We still haven’t healed in these 7 years. We wound up being abused by the one we hoped would do the right thing about what happened, whatever the right thing was.

George Bush abused the faith that the majority of people, people of different political parties, faiths and backgrounds placed in him following that day in September and doesn’t give a shit about it and then exploited that faith again and again all in the name of protecting us.

We actually needed protection from him in the long run. Never forget, these attacks happened on his watch. They try to blame it on the Clinton regime, but Clinton was hamstrung by the Lewinsky saga, and rendered ineffectual thanks to the republicunts that were in control of the senate.

Like the Reagan policies that we are seeing the effect of nowadays, we will be suffering from the actions of this asshole president for a long time.

And now for something completely different,
the cover of the NY Post.

I guess even Rupert Murdoch thinks Sarah Palin is a pig.

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