Neko Case is Sexier Than You

Wednesday and Thursday proved to be busy days for me, yet again.

Wednesday, I went to the Guggenheim. The special exhibit at the moment is Zaha Hadid (who is an Architect for those not in the know). The link to the exhibit is in the sidebar. I had seen the exhibit before, but my Museum Companion had not.

Zaha Hadid is an amazing mind. I took more time with the exhibit this time and will probably go a third time when Adam comes to town.

The rest of Wednesday included coffee with previously mentioned Museum Companion, a visit home, Project Runway viewing party with Megs D., and finally drinks with Museum Companion.
Thursday was laundry day, nappytime, and then concert at McCarren Pool in Williamsburg!

Martha Wainwright, Joanna Newsome, and Neko Case. Great line-up!!? OF COURSE!

It was raining/drizzling while Martha was up and I listened mostly from the cover or the entry way. It was enjoyable and I felt bad for her since it was raining through her set. Martha Wainwright has some assets when it comes to her legs (see photo at left) and she was accenting them with a hot pair of socks she said she got in France. "It was the only thing that fit me in France," she said. I just imagine her walking around her hotel room in only the tall, tight fitting French socks. French socks are damned hot!

Then Shannon and some other peeps came and we made our way to the crowd for Joanna Newsome, who did not play the song I wanted her to play (Peach, Plum, Pear) and instead played what seemed like 4 thirty minute songs. She went on forever. Turns out I only like Peach, Plum, Pear. I took the opportunity during one of her epic songs to go to the bathroom and heard some guy yelling "Take your harp and go home!" as I made my way through the back of the empty pool. Joanna plays the harp if you didn't get that.


Next up: NEKO CASE!!


I am a relatively new fan of the Case. I love the CDs. I've been to many good shows, but I hardly ever walk away thinking that a live show is better than the recorded music. Neko's show was amazing. The music was stronger and more defined live and her voice was spectacularly powerful. I am in love.
Neko is a little dirty on stage, talking about Unicorns and 12 year old girls fascinations with the mythical animals and their not knowing why. Unicorns were the main theme of her stage banter.

Baby, I Got Your Money

You know it is going to be a good day when the song playing on the iPod while you are walking into work is Ol' Dirty Bastard's Got Your Money.

A Week of Posts in One

Today, I woke up hungover. A rare occassion. Not a bad one, just one of those daze-y/foggy ones. No headache or anything. Here is my cure:

  • drink a few glasses of water upon waking.
  • ummm, shower.
  • since I work on S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y-s, I got ready.
  • listen to Ani DiFranco's new CD, Reprieve, and read Catcher in the Rye on my commute.
  • large iced coffee from Au Bon Pain.
  • a cuppa yogurt (vanilla) et granola.
  • more water, smartwater.

Onward and onward. I have been a busy man. I have been man busy. This week, I had Tuesday-Thursday off. It is always so nice to have an extra day off. But before I get into my days off let me tell you this:

I started Apartment/Catsitting on Monday. A 4 day stint. Seems easy, right? Lemme tell ya that this goddam housesitting gig was the most involved stuff ever. First off, the owners are both Doctors. The wife is a Psychiatrist. The husband, I have no idea what kinda doctor he is. I didn't meet him. I'll say more about that at the end. They are Polish and I have trouble saying their last name (as I only called her Dr. enterlongpolishlastnamehere). I don't think I said it the same way twice. The cats (quantity 4) have equally charming Polish names. I am taking liberties with their spellings: Bombelek, Roomtseis, Maloosha, and Krooshinka. Fantastic cats. Bombelek and Maloosha are Burmese cats. Very curious ones.

Feeding 4 cats twice a day doesn't sound so involved, right? Wait!

  • There are 4 different foods for them.
  • I have to give them all 2cc of Lysine paste a day.
  • One of them needs saline drops in his nose. Then his right canine tooth has to be brushed with an electric toothbush to induce sneezing.
  • The all have their own toothbrush and need brushing once a day or was it after every meal.
  • They get treats after meals. The ones that facilitate healthy teeth and gums (I should eat those).

I think that is it. So four days, twice a day. I stayed there a couple nights. That would have made it a bit easier. However, I was allergic to something in the apartment. I am thinking it was the potpourri in the master bath. I sneezed from the time I walked in to the time I left. It was rather annoying.

So, last night, I went to pick up my fee. I am greeted by Mrs. Dr. and as I enter I see Mr. Dr. (who I haven't met, right, but stayed in his home alone for 4 days) walking into the bedroom. Doesnt close the door. Just walks in and sits down and stays in there the whole time I am there. She goes into the room to get my fee, says something in Polish and then comes out and hands me the dough. Tell me whatya think of that?

So, what else do I have for you? Let'see. My days off.

  • Tuesday, I went home from the apartment sitting apartment and went to bed because I hadn't slept much the night before.
  • Wednesday, I met up with Kevin and hung out all day in the E.Vil. and SOHO. We didn't buy anything. Then, Tim met up with us and we went to Home Depot and bought some paint to paint his kitchen. Then we all headed up to Hamilton Heights and did that. It is red on two opposing walls. Awesome red. It looks good. How else would it look with 3 gays from an art museum handling it? So then, Kevin and I made our way to a friends for Project Runway viewing. We made it just in time. [spoiler alert] Can you believe that Vincent didn't get Auf'd and Alison did?? Whatevs Klum, et al.
  • Thursday, I did laundry and went to Target for some essentials. Underwear and T-shirts. This is also where I picked up the new Ani for $9.98 and I also got the new Christina Aguilera, Back to Basics. I'll say it, naysayers. I am a fan.

Not a day off, but last night, Friday, I went out with an old friend from my Compass days and her work friends. Hi Jason! I had a good time. I got home at 3 a.m. That brings us full circle.

Lastly, I'll give you my celeb-roll or recently sighted celebrities.

  • Joan Rivers, last Sunday, at a small Museum I might work at. She looked better than I thought she would.
  • Eric Nies, Wednesday, on Broadway and Bond Street. My first impression of this guy was that he was disgustingly tan. Then he passed me and I noticed Eric Nies. Remember MTV's The Grind, ya'll?
  • Brendan Sexton, III, Wednesday night on 3rd Ave and 27th. Loved him in Welcome to the Dollhouse and Empire Records. He looked like he came outta the trailer park, though.
  • Bebe Neuwirth, Friday, on 6th Ave at 55th Street. I totally almost flamed out when I saw her. I kept my cool though. She looked damned amazing, though!

August must bring them out. The tourists and celebs have taken over Manhattan.

Best. Celebrity. Sighting. Ever.

Today, at the small Museum in which I work, Jake Epstein who plays Craig Manning on Degrassi, The Next Generation was sighted.


This has made me so miss having a television.

A Mid-Summer Night's Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was in a movie with Macaulay Caulkin. He was jealous that I was the lead.

I walked up to a group of fellow actors and friends. There was a serious tone to the group and surprise that I was there. They told me that I was dead. I believed them to mean I was dead in the movie. That my character gets killed off. But it wasn't in the movie; I was dead and Macaulay Caulkin had killed me.

In a flashback, I saw myself being ambushed by the man who was the boy-actor from Home Alone. I love Home Alone, the first one (and secretly the second). There was a struggle. I saw myself fighting the man that made a comeback with such great films as Party Monster and Saved! Two amazing movies. Macaulay Caulkin outpowered me and, holding me from behind, shot me in the back of the head.


I can't say that I died in my dream, because I shot up in bed with excrutiating leg pain. Leg cramps. I didn't make any noise and there were no tears. If I had cried out, it would have hurt much more. I recovered from the cramp and got up to get the bottle of water on my desk.

My legs have been hurting all day. Sore from the contortions the muscles do when dehydrated.