In which I invite you to join me in not giving up on the Mets this season because, well, we should be stubborn and view things we love through rose-coloured glasses. Yes, British ones.
In which I invite you to join me in not giving up on the Mets this season because, well, we should be stubborn and view things we love through rose-coloured glasses. Yes, British ones.
Two of my most anticipated 2010 releases have leaked, and they are just as dreamy and summery as you would both hope and expect! Ariel Pink’s 4AD debut (Before Today) and Beach Fossils official full-length (Self-Titled). Former one-man projects, both groups have benefited from the permanent involvement of touring musicians and from cleaned-up (but not antiseptic) production choices.
“I can write about whatever the hell I want,” I say as we stroll down Bushwick Avenue toward Danny’s Pizza for the slice I hope will cure waking up at 6:30 in the morning, a full day of work, and too many Peeps before a restless nap. Somehow I’d forgotten that a whole week had gone by and Sunday was here again, and I had nothing to write about. Again.
Is it the weather? Is it this lazy slide into Summer that makes me feel so apathetic? There’s nothing I’d like to do more than sit on the rooftop and listen to Gossip and eat sunshine. Because I’m doing that pregnant hungry thing again, where the elusive taste I’m craving can only be found by eating my way through everything I find in the fridge/pantry until I find that one thing I wanted to eat all along. Or is that like Pac Man?
…another brand-new white sneaker experiences a narrow brush with fresh shit. I had run down the stairs and then up them again, having forgotten to pack my sunglasses. Certain moments of the day are reserved for careful attention to detail. Certain moments of the day are reserved for blind, forward charging. If not for the hitch in the plan, blurring the lines between these two energies, I would not have Oh God! Third step from the bottom, Stage Right. Good morning.
The first person I see is a schlubby, WoodyAllen-ish man wearing a Daryl Strawberry jersey, camouflaged pants, and a transistor radio (I’m assuming if you try to turn the dial away from 660 AM it self-destructs), and carrying a scorebook. You know, the type of guy who lives with his mother and talks to her about the Mets bullpen over cold oatmeal? You gotta believe… in being horribly depressed. Let’s play two!
I want to eat this. It is extremely healthy.
I want to finish reading this essay at my desk.
I wish I had invented this artistic idea but am glad I did not have to execute it.
I want to download all these songs.
L1010146Hi there folks. Sorry for being such a bad blogger lately-my paying job has been keeping my very busy (I know, I don’t get paid to write this column. Can you believe it?? Neither can I). This is a really simplified turkey chili. The main excitement for me was that I finally could cook with my new Le Cruset pot (Yay! I have been waiting for a very long time to acquire said pot and they finally went on sale!)
I couldn’t write anything last weekend because I was having sixteen dollar drinks in the revolving lounge on top of the Marriot Marquis. Sorry. Mom was in town and after walking her through the boonies of Brooklyn all day, I think she thought a dose of big lights and skyscrapers would cure me of this inexplicable fondness I have for graffiti, empty lots, and giant windows chattering with wind. Though the efforts were inconclusive, we did ascertain that I am generally no good at identifying landmarks. Quote of the evening: “You suck at this game.” Thanks, mom.
Things officially began budding today! We’ve turned a corner! Fuck you, rain, snow and gloom!
To celebrate the official 2010 blossoming of life, I thought I’d share some lovely Twin Sister with you. If you haven’t heard this NY-based band yet, start hearing them. And as luck should have it, if you’re in New York, go [...]
This week I had the opportunity to interview Patrik Phalen, one of two members that makes up the band Hosey. The other member, Matt Hughes plays the bass. In what is a very unique blend of hip-hop production and style, mixed with 80s post-punk–it’s easy for me to say that I haven’t heard anything quite [...]