It’s a Monday after a pretty good weekend, and it’s a dreary kind of day. Last night, once again, I got sucked into Ken Burns documentary, The War. I didn’t watch Dexter on Showtime even though it was the season premiere. I guess I preferred to watch death on such a wide scale rather than watch a serial killer who only kills other serial killers. It was a tough call. I even gave up on Larry David last night. I can watch both shows on demand whenever I want to. But you can’t watch the SNL Digital Short that I posted yesterday since NBC pulled it since there was a music sample by Aphex Twin that they didn’t get clearance for. Which is stupid and ridiculous since they do have top notch musicians on the show, they could have easily duplicated and tweaked the track. It wouldn’t have happened on my watch I tell you.

Heard from my sister in law Elaine and Meghan Taylor who I sent pictures to. Elaine mentioned that brother Frank looked good, and Meghan warned me about taking pictures of her since she might break the camera. Both of them are being silly since I think they both looked good, though Frank and Elaine were posed, Meghan was sort of a fly by snapshot. Also sent pics to Kathe and Chaz but didn’t hear from them.

Just got off the phone with Billie in DC. He’s tired out. Last week he went to the trial of his sister’s murderer and had to testify. The prosecutor told him they were looking at either Murder One or Murder Two, plus animal cruelty since the asshole killed the dog too. Obviously that would take a lot out of you. His mother and his other sister have been attending and sitting through the gruesome details, even though Billie asked them not to. He was hoping the jury would return with a verdict but they didn’t do it today, and so he’s hoping for tomorrow. Too bad the asshole isn’t in jail up here, someone I know could do a number on this fucker. In any event it’s a terribly sad thing.

That kind of changes one’s perspective on things. As bad as things sometimes get, at least you’re alive to see things through and hopefully come though the other end, relatively intact.

The task at hand for me is to find a replacement for Carla the receptionist. I know she’s doing the right thing, she’s following her dream and it’s a realistic dream, unlike myself who really didn’t have any dreams since I didn’t expect to be living this long. But I’m still here, making the most of wherever it is I am at. The dream of headlining the Garden had passed long ago, as well as the dream of headlining at McSwells. That passed like gas. Someone shook a rose bush.

Well it looks like everyone who has Arcade Fire tickets is trying to sell them on Craigslist. I bought the tickets a few months ago, and knowing the brother Frank might not be up for it I talked to Juan about it. He was fine with being the backup. Like I figured Frank is not up for it, and Juan backed out. Apparently there’s a glue sniffing tournament at his campus and he has to referee. No bites for me from Craigslist, and I’m just looking for face value. I really don;t want to eat the tickets but right now, on Monday, and the show is Saturday, I have a sinking feeling that I might be eating tickets by then.

Things have calmed down United Nations wise, and here are a handful of photos.

“Is your hand in your back pocket?”

“Yes. Is your neck bent?”

Blurred Cafe Society?

Good Camouflage

The pressure of life takes weight off the body

I LOVE this guy’s mustache

About to be engulfed by pinstripes

Me, in pinstripes.

A beautiful day and it’s great to wake up in a bed with clean sheets (thanks to Bill going to the laundromat for 2 hours last night). So comfortable to sleep in and Bill is so comfortable to sleep with. Things are good lately and yesterday we made a pretty good team. While Bill was laundering, I threw in the dvd of DiG!, a documentary of the rivalry between the Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. I found it harrowing and Bill came in halfway through and he loved it. I guess it was too close to home, the rock and roll debauchery thing, having spent quite a few nights partying with bands after hours at McSwells. Of course all that cleaning and moving stuff around tired us out enough that Bill only lasted the first half hour of Saturday Night Liver whereas I hung in there until the end. I enjoyed it, the SNL Digital Short was hilarious as well. Kanye West was pretty good too.

Which way to Oz?

But first a foot long hot dog!

Today was a day where I went to get bagels, but you know all about that so I won’t chew my cabbage twice. They were setting up on Washington Street for the Hoboken Art and Music Festival. They have one in the spring and one in the autumn. This years featured bands from McSwells heyday. Chris Stamey Group, Glenn Mercer (from the Feelies) The Health and Happiness Show and the headliners, the Bongos. Brother Frank and his wife Elaine made it down which was cool. Good to see them out and about and the day was excellent for all concerned, perfect weather, not too hot, not too cold, just Goldilocks.

I made it down Washington Street earlier as things were being set up around 11:00 this morning as I ran errands around town. I needed my Stevia and I was running low. I can’t do with out my Stevia here at home and I’m glad I can buy it so close to home. It’s for my coffee. Started using it around November 2005 and haven’t looked back since. And it’s full of fiber. Jeezy Creezy! I’m writing about fiber? What’s next? A review of the new flavor of Metamucil?

I made it down to the Observer Highway stage where the Chris Stamey Group was playing. Stamey used to be in the dB’s and still is sometimes. He was playing a bit of the old and a bit of the new, but the sound was really loud and there weren’t enough bodies to filter out the high ends. I stood off to the side and listened, looking at people.

Chris Stamey Group

A former cook from McSwells, Eddie and his boyfriend Pat came over to see me. I actually saw them first but waited for them to come to me. Eddie used to have a thing for me back in the day. I liked him, but not that way. Still he’s a nice guy. So is Pat, but Pat and I never had anything to say to each other, maybe because of Eddie’s unrequited feelings for me.

Glenn Mercer

Next up was Glenn Mercer who sounded good, but I saw him a year or so ago so I didn’t feel the need to listen to his whole set. Elaine, brother Frank and I wandered through the crowds, up to Tunes, the record store where Frank went in to see what was on sale. Elaine and I stood outside talking about things. Catching up, they’re going to see Brice Springsteen at the Meadowlands. Brother Frank goes back to work tomorrow. Summer’s over, back to school or rather work.

Frank and Elaine

Kathe and Chaz

People (I liked this guy’s hat)

The ghost of Compay Segundo?

We made it back to see the Health and Happiness Show fronted by my friend, Jim Mastro. His wife Meghan was there as well as my kid with Meghan, Lily and Jim and Meghan’s kid, Ruby. They sounded great. I admit back in the day when they were playing regularly I wasn’t that into them, but now it all seemed to gel together. I was in the right mindset and they really sounded great. I’d go see them again should they start playing again.

Meghan

Jim Mastro (Health & Happiness Show)

After the Health and Happiness Show, Frank and Elaine had to head back to Garfield so I walked them to their car. After saying goodbyes and see you laters, I walked back, firing up a Padron 5000 and saw the Bongos, who I used to love and saw dozens of times. That was 25 years ago. I enjoyed them but for me it was a nostalgic trip. They were fine, but not as good as the Health and Happiness Show.

The Bongos

Jim Mastro, Frank Giannini, Richard Barone and Rob Norris

I usually title each entry after a song that haunted me throughout the day, or merely pops up, or just a title that I pluck out of the ether. Tonight is a title that was misheard by Jet who went with me to a few Bongos shows. He used to hear the Bongos singing Barbarella, as Follow the Red Line. Now when I hear or think of Barbarella, I think of Follow the Red Line.

Hoboken.

Mary on a half shell

Hoboken Motor Cycle Club

the best seats

She has the light

The Funnel Cake/Butterfly Fries crowd carries on

♫ Happy Birthday to Earl!
&
Happy Birthday to Rita! ♪

Shhh! Don’t tell NBC

the video was pulled because a music sample wasn’t cleared with the publisher. doh, indeed.