Roll Plymouth Rock

Oh dear. I just realized that I could actually relate to a lot of lyrics by Morrissey and the Smiths. It’s the oddest thing. Morrissey is on Logo, the gay cable channel, and I had the thought if Bill was here he could perhaps gain some insight into some things that I feel. Then that was immediately followed by the thought of how many times in my life I heard a Smiths or a Morrissey song and related to it.

How Soon Is Now really hit my sensibilities back in the angst filled eighties. The lines, ‘there’s a club, would you like to go? You could meet somebody who really loves you. So you go and you stand on your own and you leave all alone and you go home and cry and want to die.’ Yeah that was me a lot back then. I did go to the clubs but I guess I might’ve been putting out a disaffected vibe. But then again, I didn’t look like everyone else or act like everyone else.

Which is also very Smiths like. I saw them a long time ago at the Beacon Theatre with Hiroaki Kimura. We both found them boring and didn’t stay for an encore. Our seats, being at the Beacon and not in the orchestra, sucked. I saw Morrissey after the Smiths broke up and liked him very much. Where I was embarrassed when fans would rush the stage, both males and females running up to kiss and hug him during the Smiths, at the first Madison Square Garden show it was really funny. Gladiola covering the stage.

A year or so later I saw him at the Theatre at MSG, formerly the Felt Forum. The fans were really troublesome and it was no longer funny. Some of the fans near me were extremely agitated and kept stepping on Susan Sher who was naturally indignant. She was mostly un-naturally indignant, and this time gave her just cause.

We fled, probably back to McSwells, licking our wounds and chemically altering our consciousness.

I love the Sigur Ros song that Juan burned for me. A really cool song, HoppiPolla. Speaking of Song, he and Ray flew back to Australia. According to Song they had a really bad drive to JFK. Or at least the driver was bad. I wished them a safe trip and told Song I hope the pilot is better than the driver. I hope they come back sometime soon.

Now I’m sort of waiting for Julio. Told him I had an Almodovar DVD and invited him up to watch it. He was in a ball busting mood and also a bit ill with a head cold. I have Live Flesh and All About My Mother. I knew we hadn’t seen Live Flesh, but he laughably offended when I suggested he watch All About My Mother, a second time. Julio does not understand the concept of seeing a film more than once.

He thinks that because I might watch a movie over and over again that it’s a waste of my time. He should see Bill. Bill can watch stand up comedy DVD’s dozens of times. Sometimes on successive nights. I’ve been known to get sucked into Lord of the Rings on cable.

No think, me damage.

So I don’t know if he’s coming up to watch it tonight or what.
Not that it’s a big deal.
I can watch All About My Mother.

Too late. He’s at the door.

We watched Almodovar’s Live Flesh. Almodovar’s attempt at a Hitchcockian thriller. It was ok. Not his best. The wonderful Javier Bardem was in it. Liberto Ramal, who played Victor, the protagonist was way easy on the eyes. The movie is worth watching just to look at those two.

Then we watched Bil Maher who was merely ok with a so so panel of Seth Green (who I usually like but was obnoxious) and Erica Jong (who seemed quite ditzy) and a republican representative from California (who provided the right wing’s point of view). All rather tepid.

Julio was on a Beach Boys/Brian Wilson vibe which I indulged by playing the instrumental track to God Only Knows from the Pet Sounds Sessions. We actually sang along to it.

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