Interesting Things as of Late | johnozed

Another beautiful day, another day with no one around to do anything with. Last night was pretty mellow, watched a dvd about Howard Zinn, titled You Can’t Be Neutral On a Moving Train. Very good and very informative and what a nice guy Howard Zinn seems to be. It’s good that he’s on the left side of things in the country, we need people like him to look under the rug and show us the sins that have been done on our name. It’s recommended and available through Netflix.

Here is a link to a film in a similar vein called No End in Sight

This is about the US involvement in Iraq, the endless fiasco to put it politely. Some other noise was made regarding reinstating the draft, “I think it certainly makes sense to consider it,” Lt. Gen. Douglas Luke told NPR. “And I can tell you this has always been an option on the table. But, ultimately this is a policy matter between meeting the demands for the nation’s security one means or another.” That’s alarming and they’re saying that it would be a wake up call for middle America which could actually end the war since the draft would cause sacrifices that no one really wants to make.
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Busy multi media day today eh? Merv Griffin died, he was 82. Tony Wilson died on Friday. He was the founder of Factory Records in the UK, and the subject of the excellent 24 Hour Party People, which is recommended, even if you don’t know anything about that scene. I went with Bill and Pedro to see it in the cinema and they didn’t know anything at all about the Manchester music scene and loved it almost as much as I did. So go check that out if you haven’t already.

Actually saw Julio last night, he came up with 2.5 dozen eggs, about 10 pounds of chicken breast and strawberries. He can be such a romantic. Other guys would bring flowers, but not Julio… Actually the production company he works for did a fast food commercial and all these things were laying around. I’m sure they were picked over already, so it looks like poultry products will be on the menu for the next week or so, though the chicken breasts are quite frozen and would take a day or two to thaw out completely.

It was too nice to stay in again and I wasn’t in the mood for Manhattan again since I’ll be there tomorrow. Today I decided to stay on the jelly side of the Hudson and walked up to the Hoboken Historical Society and viewed their exhibition of Hoboken Music. Big wall of Sinatra, Stephen Foster, Blind Tom (whom I never heard of before) some McSwells and a few other rock and roll groups and clubs and recording studios. It was an ok exhibit and rumored to have Steve Fallon making an appearance later in the year for a seminar. If he’s smoking a Newport and drinking a Rolling Rock, that means it’s going to be a long night.

Spoke with brother Frank over phone lines laden with static which was frustrating to the both of us. Spoke with Annemarie as well. Now I’m just hanging out waiting for the meteor shower.

Here’s some pics to complete the johnozed multimedia extravaganza…

A beautiful Saturday. Yet with nothing to do. Last night I was so achy what with the rain and everything and I slept like a log, woke up refreshed which is how it should be. Did the usual thing, which according to Harpy, you don’t want to know about so for your sensitive soul I shall refrain from writing about it. Instead I write about how I am avoiding writing about the mundane things in my day to day life. You want flair, you want drama. Well it looks like I seem to be all out of both. Deal with it, yo.

It was a beautiful day, and I definitely didn’t want to sit in the apartment or for that case, I didn’t want to stay in Hoboken. Of course, no one is around to do anything with. I called Roda, but he was busy. Same with Julio. Bill was at his vocal classes and then to his folks, and Juan was working in goddamned Edison NJ. And I missed Song totally, since he flew back to Sydney today. I decided to head into the city and perhaps go to Summerstage. Some New Orleans thing was going on and it was something to do. I fortified myself with things to read, and bought two bananas.

Suit Seller

I spoke on the phone with Meghan Taylor Mastro for quite a while on the phone. The Guitar Bar All Stars are playing a make up date at Sinatra Park to make up for their original show which was rained out. Meghan told me Jim was touring with Ian Hunter in Europe. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing Meghan and Jim and Lily and Ruby. Lily, who’s been working at the Guitar Bar may even jam with the All Stars, though since she works there, she’s an All Star to begin with.

Flyer

The bus ride was uneventful as was most everything in the day. I stopped by Bryant Park just to see if I could connect with the wireless set up there and I couldn’t. I did call Arcata and spoke with Earl for a spell as I walked up Sixth Avenue. Walking into the park I was surprised at the amount of people roaming about. I wound up on the rock of course, listening to some New Orleans music, getting a little too jazzy and watching various other jazz aficionados.

I got tired of that after the first act. My back was aching and certain parts of the rock don’t lend itself for comfort. I walked it off, finding a bench for support. The Soul Rebel Brass Band took the stage and I could hear them quite clearly as the horns meshed with an Asian drum group beat their percussion not too far away. Soon I made my way out of the park after hanging out for a few hours, doing things that I could just as easily done at home. Not that it would have been the same. On the contrary, there’s a certain energy in Manhattan, and a certain energy in Central Park that I simply cannot duplicate in my apartment, or in Hoboken.

As I was getting ready to head into the city I was seized by an absurd sense of the surreal, or it may have been a surreal sense of the absurd. I had my camera and took some interesting photos. Or at least, I’d like to think so.