It’s been a Monday, that’s for sure. Last night I got sucked into watching the Emmys though I really wasn’t paying much attention. I read about the show today and found myself saying, ‘oh, that’s what they were talking about’. I got a phone call from Carla the receptionist last night. She’s in North Carolina visiting her family for some function. She called to let me know that Millie, her friend that sat in for Carla on Friday, and scheduled to work for her on Monday and Tuesday, wasn’t coming in on either day due to some female trouble. That was a drag to find out on Sunday night, but I’m sure it beats hearing it on Monday morning at work.

Oddly enough I didn’t let it bother me too much. Sure it took up some space on the hard drive in my head, but there were Emmys to ignore. And I had just activated my iTunes gift card that Annemarie, Rex and Earl had gotten me for my birthday and you know, I just had to have that 12” remix of Perfect by The The. Songs by Matt Johnson, also known as, The The has been popping into my head like perfect mushrooms and I hadn’t really heard them in quite a long time. Except for TV commercials. This Is The Day is being used for a car commercial I think. But Perfect is as nearly a perfect song from the eighties like no other.

In fact, so perfect is Perfect I held off playing it until I got midway to work this morning. I turned on the iPod at the corner of 42nd and Fifth. It got me as far as 49th and Park. The song is 8:59 or thereabouts. Since I was dressed in a sharkskin suit or a reasonable facsimile thereof, I upped the ante and played Peter Gunn by The Art of Noise. I felt good and I looked good which is remarkable because after all it was a Monday morning. It was, how you say, perfect?

I got to the office and since I knew I would have no support I would have to do everything on my own today and I didn’t mind. It meant I would be busy, like I hadn’t been since I started. Carla is always doing things and I supervise which is ok, but boring really. Actually I’m doing the things I loathed doing when I was at McMann and Tate and Golden Staffing, but then again this is only for a day or two, not a real commitment.

Being busy meant the day would fly by and it certainly did. I was out at 5:00 on the dot, and of course, had my Padron ready to go as I backtracked and played Perfect, followed again by Peter Gunn with some Beat Box thrown in, also by The Art of Noise. Got the bus, went back to Hoboken, shopped at the A&P and came home to have a slight row with Bill. It got heated, then calmed down considerably. That time of year I guess. Has anything been resolved? No. We will talk again, but will we listen? Whatever it is, it certainly chilled out the apartment this evening. He’ll be at his mom’s tomorrow and I’ll be here and the problem will fade into the background until it pops up again next year.

Here’s some pics of what I looked like today. I think I was, no not perfect, but in a word, Bangin’.

Would you buy a used water heater from this man?

Last night Juan came over. We hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks. Unfortunately it was anti-climactic. I was way too jazzy, jazzy enough to not notice until I had to interact with others. Juan was way too tired. I threw in What’s Up Tiger Lily and it got a chuckle from Juan but I think I had seen it enough times, not needing to see it again any time soon. He left almost immediately after the movie ended and I fell asleep soon after. Solo, Bill was at his moms.

Here are some notes from today.

Bus to NYC
Listened to Cat Stevens ‘Peace Train’ and Cheap Trick ‘Surrender’ Headed to the Whitney Museum for the last day of the psychedelic exhibition that brother Frank told me about a few weeks ago. It’s called the Summer of Love and he highly recommended it, though he wasn’t high since he doesn’t do that anymore.

It all depends if I get in though. This could be a repeat of the Jean Michel Basquiat show that Roda and I tried to go see on it’s last day at the Brooklyn Museum a couple of years ago. We waited until the last day and found that it was too crowded, one hour wait to get on another line. We gave up and decided that Basquiat wouldn’t be waiting on line at a museum, so we wandered into the park finding the drummer’s circle. There’s a few other things that Basquiat would do instead but we’re not that type.

In any event, I plan on walking through Central Park afterwards. I have Jazz, my camera, Monte Cristo cigars that were given to me as a gift the other day by Carla the receptionist, Tom Chin and Greg Stevens.

Some woman is letting her little girl run up and down the length of the bus as it’s moving while the woman sits up front chatting on her cellphone. If the girl is injured could there be a lawsuit?

Now in Central Park
Well I was right. The line at the Whitney was around the block. The price of procrastination and the twist is all these procrastinators got there before me! If I was with someone I’d probably get on line, but I’m solo ad just can’t deal with it, but at least I made the effort and got out of the apartment.

Now I sit by the bandshell in Central Park, having come in through the Rambles, only looking for a cool spot to get jazzy, honestly. There was no clear spot so I improvised before my paranoia got the best of me. Tons of tourists walking around everywhere in the park on this cool, relatively clear Sunday afternoon.

It’s fairly early, they haven’t set up for the skate circle yet, not that I skate. Oh no thank you. I thought I missed it, or it was over for the season but I am just a bit early. They’re sound checking as I write this.

One thing is for sure, I’m definitely not as horned up as I was last weekend.

Adults on Razor Scooters. I don’t understand it and it makes them look absurd which is fine by me.
Clammy in Central Park. A bit sweaty and now I’m clammy, or is it just my t-shirt?

Back on the bus
Checked out the skate circle and shot some video. Got jazzy and smoked a Monte Cristo walked through the park feeling good. Made it through Times Square which is also overrun by tourists on weekends.

here’s some pics and some vids

Some sort of Mexico day today

Ramble trees

Just as the bottle hit…