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Crazy About Love

Well it’s Monday again. Hoboken was semi deserted yesterday, my guess is that a lot of people were off visiting their mothers. It was a gloomy and windy day and I didn’t do much of anything.

Last night Bill was home after spending the day with his mother. He was back I time to catch The Pacific which was of course quite intense. One more episode next week, which involves the Marines coming home to the lives they left behind and that will be that.

Bill and I watched Treme after that, which carried over the feeling from The Pacific that something terrible was about to happen. Can’t change gears so easily after such intensity. Treme was good too. Excellent cast and we will watch basically anything that Khandi Alexander is in.

Last night I lent my guitar to Mike Cecchini. Nice guy, I know he’ll take care of it. He kept calling it ‘she’, but I think it’s a ‘he’. Hung out with him for a few minutes on my front steps. I’ll probably go and catch his set at Louise & Jerry’s tonight, to hear him and to also hear my guitar.

I’m always playing the guitar and can’t really tell how it sounds even though people have told me it sounds good. Me. Going out. On a Monday night. What am I nuts? Mike’s paying for the pints since I’m doing him the favor.

I also invited Mike and his girlfriend to the party in July. He might get up and play a song or two. So far for that I have Lily & Tim, two of the Street Corner Mourners and Jon & Deena, two former Cucumbers. It could turn into a hootenanny.

I really miss my guitar. Last night I looked up Dreadlock Holiday by 10cc and wanted to play it, but…

I neglected to write about Smoke. I know I wrote about my disdain, but actually there is a redeeming part to the movie. Specifically the last five minutes or so. Auggie’s story of finding the wallet of some kid who stole from his cigar store.

He decides to go to the address in the wallet on Christmas day and finds an old blind woman living there. It turns out she is the shoplifter’s grandmother. He tells the story and during the credits it’s acted out by Harvey Keitel and Clarice Taylor.

It’s so sweet and with Tom Waits ‘Innocent When You Dream’ playing it’s tear inducing and almost makes you forget the rest of the movie.

This afternoon I watched Down to Earth on cable which was a movie Bill & I saw when we first started going out. It’s basically Chris Rock’s remake of Heaven Can Wait which was a remake of Here Comes Mister Jordan.

It’s a cute movie, not too shabby and has a few giggles in it. It was a good date movie and still easy to watch years later.

A visit to the bibliothèque was in order. I returned Smoke, Black Dynamite which was funny and very short, Rufus Wainwright: Milwaukee At Last! And No Wave, a book about the No Wave scene of Lower Manhattan from 1977-1980 by Thurston Moore and Byron Coley.

No Wave was a good book, though I would have used a larger typeface. The Rufus Wainwright CD was good as well. It also had a DVD of the live concert as well as some extras of some songs from the Montreux Jazz festival and a short bit of Rufus and his band backstage practicing some Italian operas for a wedding I guess they were hired to play. That was beautiful.

I was also able to get from the bibliothèque the boxed set of the Beatles mono albums which is everything up to the White Album, though the singles are also available on the Past Masters double CD, included and also in Mono.

I heard from the restaurant that Bill and I went to on Saturday. They read what I wrote to them in an email and they were very apologetic. They said the tip was generous and the server was quite happy about it. Why she went from hot to cold so fast could not be explained, especially since the server said she was happy about the tip.

Both Bill & I noticed her sudden change though and the gent on the phone told us to give a call when we come back in again and mention his name or the hostess’ name and we will have our meal comped. That was nice of them. I told Bill and he was thrilled.

So that’s about it on this end. Fairly busy. Can’t wait to get my guitar again tonight. Me miss him.

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From Smoke:


I Can’t Help Myself

Wednesday. Hump day for some, Friday for me and by Friday I mean that I have off the next two days which is quite nice. The plan is to take a bus down to Long Beach Island tomorrow and visit with Frank and Elaine. Last night I watched the usual, and played the bass a little bit. That was not going as I had hoped so I switched to the Fender acoustic.

After playing that for a while I decided to use the capo and put it on the third fret. It had been a while since I used the capo and in a little while I had a nice little riff going on. I decided to strike the hammer while the iron was hot and recorded it on my phone since I couldn’t figure out how to use the pocket digital recorder Bill got for me over the holidays last year.

With the phone I could only record a minute which was frustrating. I figured out how to use the digital recorder soon after that and recorded an Aunt Ditty about 3:30. I took it to work and uploaded it on my computer today and now it’s on my iPod. It doesn’t sound half bad and of course it could use some work. I have ideas for the Aunt Ditty which I called To Bayonne, a title I will more than likely change at a later date. I think it was inspired from that Talking Heads video that I posted last night.

Then Bill came home and I made him hot dogs. Watched The Jeffersons on TV Land. The night before Bill and I watched Hogan’s Heroes which really shows what a fun time could be had in a German POW camp during World War 2. Such happy good times.

I wonder if Colonel Klink and Sgt. Schultz were included at the Nuremberg Trials. Couldn’t watch the show without thinking how Bob Crane had some pervy aspects and was portrayed amazingly by Greg Kinnear in that movie.

Slept really well and woke up to what sounded like a maelstrom and I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I had to, being it was my last day before a slight vacation. I read Casey’s script last night which was very good. Bladder moved towards the eyes a bit towards the end. Couldn’t wait to tell him about it this morning on the bus.

It was funny this morning on the bus. Usually Casey has a seat next to me and we talk, this morning someone beat him to it, just when I had something relevant to say. Casey sat in the opposite side on the aisle and I tried telling him about the script, when Casey, so smart and awake asked the gent next to me to switch.

He obliged and we had a really good talk about my favorite parts of the script. It was really well paced and I couldn’t find anything wrong with it. I’d definitely watch it, given a chance.

Work was work. I was out of the office quite a bit so the day flew by. I set things up so they wouldn’t go crazy when I wasn’t there, but I know I’ll hear about some thing when I come back on Monday.

Took the Path home just for a change of pace and I was able to read some more of Rip It Up and Start Again by Simon Reynolds. Once again I find I have taken too many books out of the library. Besides that book I have two Alan Bennett books, which I would love to read, but Rip It Up is such an enjoyable read.

It’s mainly about the Post Punk music from the UK so far, and the title is from a song by Orange Juice, Rip It Up which I remember putting on countless mix tapes that I used to give friends and family in the 1980’s. I still have a few from back then and they’re still in decent condition. I’ve even turned a few into mp3’s as a sign of the times.

Of course being mix tapes, they are now two very long tracks, ‘Title’ Side A & B. I wonder if I should get a third hard drive just for my music. Especially if I’m going to start to record my own Aunt Ditty’s.


I won’t have any internet access until Saturday when I return. So feel free to read the posts that I’ve previously put up, and comment damn it. There’s one or two pieces of fiction in there somewhere. Be nice to each other. Don’t be a dick.

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