Thursday. Nothing special. Nothing really happened today. But you knew that since you are one of the five that reads this blog semi regularly. If only this was a hard copy you could read it on the toilet, but it’s not and that’s disgusting. Last night was cool, seeing Nick Lowe, seeing Linda again. I was reminded she can be a bit loopy sometimes, but aren’t we all? Say yes. Also took forever last night to post 2 youtube videos of ol’ Nick Lowe, so I posted one of Nick singing 7 Nights to Rock last night, posted What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace Love and Understanding this morning. I gave up since I was tired and coming down like helter skelter after only three pints of Guinness. At my age indeed. That’s the name of Nick Lowe’s last record.

Slept like a rock last night, and woke up refreshed, minimal internal voice whining about not wanting to go. I’m pretty sure my mood can be attributed to the change of seasons. This time of year you know. I never can seem to shake this sinking feeling so I just hold my breath as I go under again. Just a bit nerve wracked. Last night Greg Stevens hosted a meeting for some big wigs and I had to set up a conference call, but messed up. There were two passwords and I entered the wrong one. It may have made Greg look bad. I also messed up an earlier meeting for Greg when I got lunch for 5 a little too late. Like ’15 minutes before the meeting ended’ late. He would have every reason to be pissed off, or even angry since Greg Stevens isn’t the type to get pissed off. But he let it slide, letting me know next time to order the food earlier and let it sit if need be. Nice guy that Greg. His feathers don’t get ruffled too easily. He accepted my apology.

It’s was quite a warm day and being a few blocks away from the United Nations building the streets are getting tightened up, more control. The president of Iran wants to visit the World Trade Center site and lay a wreath in memoriam for the victims. Flash point! So many people are against it, I say let him go, just keep a close eye on him. And then there’s the bullshit about the MoveOn.org advert calling General Petraeus a liar. Oh the right wing are up in arms about that. So much shit going on and they’re afraid that mere words would harm a four star general. These fucking distractions.

And then there is Kathy Griffin who I am fairly ambivalent about, but found her Suck It Jesus comment after winning an Emmy award to be hilarious. And the religious right are greatly upset, spending $90,000 on an ad in USA Today complaining that once again christianity was under attack. Oh they’re on the ropes those christians. I expect them to be totally converted to atheism any day now. Forget about helping the poor and the sick and the homeless, because Jesus would have totally spent that money on an advert after being dissed by Kathy Griffin.

I think the world would be a much better place if all four Beatles were alive.

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I loved this when I was a kid. Totally bananas and surreal.
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Wednesday night. Just got home. Saw Nick Lowe at 7 World Trade Center. Last of the summer time concerts downtown. It’s been a crazy kind of day. Not bad crazy, no one wishing me a painful death or anything like that. Just busy, but it was more manageable than it was yesterday since Carla the receptionist came back from North Carolina today, looking somewhat refreshed and somewhat tan. A few meetings going on, signaling that the summer season for investment banking is over, and things are slowly picking up steam. I don’t mind. I have more things to do, more things than what I have had since I started working in April.

Last night, after I posted, bemoaning my fate, singing Bobby Vinton’s Mr. Lonely, Harpy called with words of support. Harpy reads the blog. Julio came by also, and he doesn’t read the blog. It was good to hear from Harpy and good to see Julio. Julio is going to lend me a ladder so I could fix a light fixture. That means, Julio will bring a ladder upstairs and he will fix whatever the problem is since he loves to do that sort of thing and knows I’m all thumbs when it comes to things like fixing stuff.

I had the foresight last week to remind myself that Nick Lowe was doing a free show tonight. For some reason I thought of Linda from McMann and Tate and sent her an email asking her if she would like to join me. To my surprise she replied and said she would love to join me. I hadn’t seen her since the holiday party so I was looking forward to it. Today seemed to be a day of faces from the past. At one point this afternoon I had to go to the bank and as I was crossing Park Avenue I ran into Brenda who I worked with at Wanker Banker and had cocktails with her a few weeks ago. That was a pleasant surprise and we chatted and strolled around for a few minutes.

Greg Stevens had a major big wig pow wow this evening at 5:00 so I stayed a little bit late to help set up, leaving before it ended so Carla could get some overtime and I could head downtown. Trains were messed up as usual so I was a little late. Somehow I was able to get phone reception at the Spring Street station and I called Linda to let her know I was running a bit late. We met up and she mentioned a few things about McMann and Tate, specifically that Mina Theta was asking for me. I told Linda she must have me confused with someone else since I never had more than three minutes of conversation with her, and that was at the holiday party right before I left. Linda got upset with my unhappy memory and decided to change the subject to nothing. I had to carry the rest of the conversation.

After a few pints we walked two blocks to 7 World Trade Center where the Holmes Brothers were finishing up their set. We walked around, Linda and I trying to find an unobstructed view. Found one that turned out to be right next to Dana Penny and Kathleen Kenney. Yes, those are their real names. They’ve been together for about twenty years or so. Old Hoboken heads from another life. It was a brief chat, introductions all around, then Nick Lowe started his set and they shut up.

Nick did a good set. I do miss him playing with a band but he did just fine on his own. A short set and I was home a little after 9:00. As I was getting my stuff together, I saw a familiar face, once bearded, now just a moustache. I figured if I was wrong, I would be wrong, so I took a chance and said, Doug Schwartz. It was Doug Schwartz who seemed surprised to see me, especially in a suit and tie. He looked good and we parted ways, Linda walking to her uptown train, me headed to the Path.

Bill at his folks, me at home, coming down from three pints of Guinness. Not so lonely after all.

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Linda and Me

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hidden bonus vid

What’s So Funny (About Peace Love and Understanding?)