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Worlds Famous

Today’s certainly been an odd day. Yesterday it reached the 92 temperature range and today it was in the 80’s.

Malcolm McLaren died today. He managed the Sex Pistols in their initial incarnation, the New York Dolls in their last days and created Bow Wow Wow after taking the Ants away from Adam. He also introduced hip hop and rap to a larger audience.

The Sex Pistols were supposed to play Saturday Night Live in 1977 but canceled and so Elvis Costello & the Attractions stepped into the breach with drummer Pete Thomas wearing a t-shirt that said ‘Thanks Malc’.

I remember one of the first times I was visiting Washington DC and was in some club with Jet when I heard this opera thing mixed with hip hop playing. It turned out to be Madame Butterfly by Malcolm McLaren.

He was influential for sure and apparently pushed more boundaries than Johnny Rotten and the rest of the Pistols ever did.“Rock and roll doesn’t necessarily mean a band. It doesn’t mean a singer, and it doesn’t mean a lyric, really. It’s that question of trying to be immortal.” – Malcolm McLaren.

Last night Bill and I watched Lawn Hors d’œuvre Criminal Malcontent. The farewell to Vincent D’onofrio and Katheryn Erbe. It was good but I don’t think Bill appreciated my snark throughout the show. I won’t give it away if you haven’t seen it yet.

After that Bill went to play his keyboards and I watched Ugly Betty which was really good. I used to watch it all the time but then they kept moving it around and I lost track of where it was an ultimately lost interest. I decided to give it a go once again when I found there were only a handful of episodes left.

And it was great and hilarious and wonderful to see Betty’s nephew Justin coming out to himself and his family. You never can tell if someone is gay or not until they actually come out at their own time. True, Justin was flaming, but there are effeminate straight men out there and there are butch as all hell gay guys out there.

I kept calling Bill into the TV room to watch what was going on. It was so much more enjoyable than Lawn Hors d’œuvre, though both feature excellent actors. Ugly Betty ended with a cliffhanger. Wilhelmina shot?

Today was nice enough. Ran into Deborah and Claire, two neighbors from my building, Deborah on the fourth floor, and Claire maintaining her apartment on the first. Seems that I only see Claire once a year now. Deborah I see once a month.

I invited both of them to the summer party. Picked up Mojo and Uncut today which was super cool. Haven’t started to read Mojo yet but it won’t be delayed like the New Yorker, of which I am still in the February issues.

Also busked today. Tariq stopped by complaining about not getting home until 7:00 this morning. Not the life I want to lead, having lead that life but not those hours in the last century. He was heading into the city and didn’t stay long, his girlfriend stopped by.

She’s sweet and French and also showed me how to play I Can See Clearly Now by Johnny Nash. I met her the other day when she was with Tariq and I got her name then but forgot about it today and forgot to ask as well.

I have to say it was a thrill to learn that song since it was one of the first 45’s I bought for myself.



She Bang

It’s a Monday and if you’re lucky enough to be employed you’re probably not happy about it. I remember when I was working, how I dreaded Mondays. Now all the days blend into one another and you can tell when it’s Monday when there are less people around. The usual downcast faces appear, coming in from the fog.

Just giving myself some poetic license.

It’s not foggy, but it has been rainy. I did go out a few times today, to the post office, to the Guitar Bar, the supermarket, as well as the bibliothèque twice.

Once to return Macbeth the DVD, the play and the Cliff Notes, the other time, just a few minutes ago to return Auntie Mame which I couldn’t watch since someone who may reside in Old Tappan might have scratched the disc. Right during the Christmas scene.

Jerry Herman would have pitched a fit! I need a little Christmas, right this very minute goddamn it! The candles are in the window and the spinet is in the shop but I’m sure we could use one of Bill’s keyboards.

I did get in return from the bibliothèque, Stanley Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon. Never saw it but my curiosity was piqued when I saw that it was Brian Eno’s favorite movie. And Kubrick was a master filmmaker.

I have even put Eyes Wide Shut in my queue at the bibliothèque. I saw that in the theater but wasn’t that impressed, but it does deserve another look. I also caught a little bit of the ending of Rat Race this afternoon.

That was a date movie with Bill when we started going out. Silly little movie, John Cleese, Whoopi Goldberg and quite a few other people. It’s ‘It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad World’ for the 21st century just in case you thought this century was lacking one of those. We saw it when it came out in August 2001. It’s a goof.

Bill and I have been debating whether or not we’ve been together for 9 or 10 years. I say 9 and will be 10 in September. Bill says 10 now. We met in September 2000 you see.

And Thursday is the day we’re having Jim Mastro say those magic words for the sake of saying those magic words. The license office here in Hoboken needed a date and when I said July they said it had to be within 30 days.

So it’s just for the fact that we have to do it for the sake of the government.

I suppose in July, that is when we will actually have some vows written and said. I myself am leaning towards ‘A Whomp Bomp a Loo Bop, a Whomp Bam Boom’. I think it sums up our relationship quite nicely. I don’t know what Bill has to say on the matter or if he has anything to say regarding it.

I would like Maxwells to be the spot for our party. A Sunday afternoon, 12-4PM. Ideally it would be cool if Todd gave us the room for free. Cash bar out front, to discourage drunk driving and dancing, music and food in the back room.

That’s how I’m envisioning it. And I’m really hoping for it so much that I’ve written Maxwells instead of McSwells. I am going to have to talk to Todd soon, hat in hat and with humility.

And this just over the wire, Ricky Martin is out of the closet. Yes he’s admitted that he’s a fortunate homosexual. That’s nice. Can’t say I’m a fan of his music (though when he blew up the Grammys 12 years ago that was a thrill) but he certainly is someone easy on the eyes.

Well good luck to Ricky Martin, Salud!

Sorry Girls, He's Gay.

Sorry Girls, He's Gay.


Moving out in Hoboken. Police investigate.

Moving out in Hoboken. Police investigate.