So how’s band camp? | johnozed

Monday again, and it wasn’t so bad. I think it’s because Sunday night went so well. I did see Julio, Stine and Alexander, hence the photos of that lovely boy. Came home reheated some leftovers from the night before, I can be so domestic these days. True the apartment is always a mess, but that’s not my doing. On weekends I usually make a chicken with pasta and a tomato cheese sauce. Very good and filling.

It just takes too much time for me during the week, I don’t know how my mother did day after day, year after year, for a family of six, then five, then four, then three. When it was down to two, my parents started to go out to eat frequently.

I tried watching Lars and the Real Girl starring Ryan Gosling but couldn’t get into it, and though Patricia Clarkson is in it, she hadn’t appeared after a half hour. By that time Bill came home and I switched to a very entertaining and inspiring documentary about Pete Seeger on PBS. Ol’ Pete is 89 years old nowadays and he’s still active and vital.

Just an amazing story and a stand up gent. If you get a chance to see it on PBS, do so. Bill and I really enjoyed it. I remembered when we marched in an anti war rally before the start of the current war and on the bus into Manhattan we each had an ear bud in our ear listening to Pete Seeger making a speech then singing a song. I think that was as close as I got to seeing Pete Seeger sing live, in traffic outside the Lincoln Tunnel.

Soon after that it was bedtime. Bill snoring up a storm, me staring at the ceiling before drifting off. Brilliant morning to wake up to, Bill was out by 6:00, I was out a little before 7:00. A busy day lay ahead. New people were having a meeting in the office and since I am currently without an assistant/receptionist that meant I had to do everything. Not that I minded, being busy does make the day go faster. And it’s been so slow lately that the days have been crawling.

I did have errands to run and that got me out of the office. That was great since it was a beautiful day. After work I wandered down to Farfetched and talked with Susan for a spell. New landlord so there’s lot’s of worry regarding the store. So far it seems good, they are an established store but with the greed a lot of landlords have whether or not the store stays open when the current lease expires would be up to him.

It’s not a heavily trafficked area, the store across the street turned over a handful of times in the past eight years, so if the landlord was smart, he would just leave things the way they are now. So understandably, Susan was a bit stressed. I was glad I was able to listen and make her laugh a bit, before I walked up to the Path train at 33rd street, enjoying a Padron and listening to Led Zeppelin which is great to listen to while strolling around Manhattan.

That’s about it for now, have a good night. Rest in peace, Bo Diddley.

A very lazy Saturday. Did not sleep well last night, damn those Belgians and their beer. Stella Artois, how could you leave me in such a precarious state? I didn’t do much of anything today, in fact I did nothing at all and barely left the apartment. I was content, it’s quite humid out. Bill had his night off Broadway last night, in a one night performance of Pap Smear which I panned a few months ago.

It was a success. A full house, 250 seats at $35.00 a ticket. Yes there is an audience for broad comedy. Bill and I spoke about it and he was feeling a bit high after acting in front of so many people. He was also surprised at the sell out crowd, after coming from a small theater with 50 seats. I’m glad that it went well.

I watched Rufus Rufus Rufus Does Judy Judy Judy! A live concert from the London Palladium of Rufus Wainwright singing the entire live album of Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall. I originally wrote signing instead of singing which would have been an odd thing to watch, 2 hours of Rufus Wainwright performing in sign language. Sort of like watching a semaphore version of Wuthering Heights.

Now that I think of it, it sort of fell in line with what I watched on TV this morning, Hollywood Singing and Dancing: A Musical Treasure. Not what I usually watch on a Saturday morning but That’s So Raven was a repeat. It was a documentary shown during pledge time on Public Television, lot’s of cool clips including Fred Astaire dancing on the walls and ceiling in Royal Wedding. Even knowing how they shot that scene it still mind blowing.

So from watching Hollywood Musical classics featuring Judy Garland who was called the Queen of Hollywood Musicals, I saw Rufus, a current Queen sing Judy Garland’s songs, alongside his mother Kate McGarrigle, his sister Martha Wainwright and Judy Garland’s daughter Lorna Luft. Liza Minnelli was reportedly upset that Rufus was doing something that Liza had planned to do herself at some point. Rufus was entertaining as always though it’s really not my cup of tea, show tunes that is.

I got a call from the library today. Apparently I ordered a book by David Sheff, a writer for the New York Times. His book Beautiful Boy was in. It’s about his son’s addiction to methamphetamine. Don’t know why I ordered it, but after watching Rufus, a former crystal meth addict, I went to the library and picked it up. So far, so harrowing. Watching a Futurama marathon right now. Quite a silly show, highly enjoyable.

I plan to watch La Vie En Rose, starring Marion Cotillard who won the Oscar for her performance as Edith Piaf. Yet another messed up singer. Is there a pattern here? At this rate I’ll probably be playing Nico songs while watching a DVD of Marianne Faithfull. Thunderstorms this afternoon, leading to thunderstorms tonight. Such elemental drama.

Release the kites!

Here’s some pics from yesterday.
Hello Kitty installation around where I work