Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Dildonic wizard horses
This was my last week at my now-former day job...starting the new gig on Monday. Exhausting week of wrapping things up, anticipating deadlines that would be missed, cleaning out two years worth of files and training my replacement. With this transition, and the week's end shift in the weather, the summer's really feeling over...of course it will hit 80 next week and that illusion will be over. But we hit the urban outdoors hard in anticipation of not having much longer to do it-Thursday night, saw Neko Case play at McCarren Pool. Word to the wise, that vast drained swimming pool is a terrific venue, plenty of room to spread out, with the sun setting behind the arched entry way, but don't forget to hit the ATM and buy cigarettes before you go in. Because then you're trapped. Neko was fantastic as always-she spent the evening explaining that all of her song choices were made for her by the unicorn tarot cards she'd received as a gift the night before. Although the sepulchral guitars, pedal steel twang, and her echo-chamber angel voice are better served indoors, with walls to reverberate off of-to be honest sitting 2 feet away from her at the edge of stage in Joe's Pub last year has spoiled me. But it was lovely evening-dinner after in the garden at one of Williamsburg's little restaurants I can't remember the name of. Friday, some work folks took me out for drinks after work, at the Frying Pan right on the Hudson, the floating bar swaying with the choppy water, an honest to God chilly breeze blowing...ran right from there to Coney Island for Burlesque at the Beach, and then a crew headed to the boardwalk bar to drink beer, watching the lightning flash out over the pitch black water...seriously, fall is coming. Get out there.
(Awesome pic of McCarren Pool from tienmao.com.)
Monday, August 21, 2006
Communing with the spirits, sans irony.
Headed to 4th St. on Sunday to check out Creative Time's "Strange Powers" exhibition, curatedby Laura Hoptman (who I happen to work with) and Peter Eleey. In a seemingly abandoned building, a walk up a creaky flight of stairs past layers of grime and peeling wallpaper scraps takes visitors to a group of works that approach the spiritual, the psychic, the paranormal, and the afterlife in ways both provocative and (mostly) sincere-that last part is actually a nice change of pace. Some works are especially interesting-the Center for Tactical Magic's installation of growing plants whose health is being influenced by the thoughts, either positive or negative, that visitors are asked to project at them; this piece obviously has a sense of humor...but it also seems to be a working experiment. (they also supplied the DIY spell-casting sheets handed out at the door, which were cute but struck me as a little too tongue in cheek for this show) Senga Nengudi's installation of dripping water is quietly powerful, but some of the works that strive to address the power of healers, mediums and seances come across as certainly more interesting experiences for the artists then effective as works to be experienced. The eeriest works channel (in effect, literally) artists no longer with us who explored mortality-their own and by projection, everyone's-years before they died. James Lee Byar's pitch black room where his ghost supposedly resides-a new installation based on directions from the artist decades ago. Friedrich Jurgenson's posthumous, ghostly television screen portrait and his static-filled audio recordings of what he called "Electronic Voice Phenomena" from his friends in the great beyond. Works like these suit the brickwalled, tin-ceiling space, one of those great old, crumbling New York spaces that it's a pleasure to get into for whatever reason-and this one is purported to be haunted, so good choice!
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Tonight, at the Pit: Everyone Gets Laid
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Not since Big Country sang about the big country...
I will always say that there's only one performer in my house, and it ain't me. But I've been talked into (admittedly, it didn't take much effort) playing a bit part in tomorrow night's presentation of Pinchbottom Burlesque; specifically, I will be playing the large fellow to General Zod's left, in Creamy Steven's Supergirl number. If you'd like to see me slightly embarrass myself, as well as see one of the best burlesque shows in town (consistently great every month), come on down to Collective:Unconscious tomorrow night!
Also, you win, blogosphere! I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm going to get in line to see Motherfuckin' Snakes on a Motherfuckin' Plane this weekend! Hell yeah! By the way, how is it possible that the theme song is by...Cobra Starship? Really? Hell yes, it's the new summer jam.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
And sometimes, things kind of fall in your lap.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Looking for walls to put stuff on.
You know, I didn't like this movie the first time I saw it. I don't know what I was thinking either.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Back in two and two.
This show makes me happy and sad at the same time. The breath-taking late '80's-early '90's fashions and hair-the mullets and cowboy boots, the flowered dresses and shoulder pads, the pumps and leather miniskirts, the giant glasses, the huge hair with bangs laquered into fans, more shoulder pads...I love it all, and then I remember that this is what the world looked like, when I was HIGH SCHOOL! Jesus I'm old.
Also, I love that every date on that show was defined by how long a drive they had to get to each other, because it's fucking LA, and it's always "Well, Chuck, he lives in San Bernablah-bitty-blahblah, and I live in Way-the-hell-up-there Beach, so it was a 17 hour drive." And, I know that we live in the age of Maxim and Girls Gone Wild, but the attitudes of the mustached dudes on this show towards women...seriously, we've made some progress.
But the best thing about it, honestly; it's like peering into a time capsule from another age. From a time when the tv audience could be entertained by the mere description of a date. No cameras on the date! Why was this entertaining? Because it was, that's why. We didn't need to see them in the hot tub making out! We had...imaginations. Dag nab it. Jesus I'm old.
Friday, August 04, 2006
We pulled it off.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Show debuts tonight if City doesn't spontaneously combust first.
So, we'll see! We're throwing a party and I hope people come and have a good time. In the AC, did I mention that the bar has AC?