6th
Friday Night
Friday Night is weird. Although I saw a rather impressive Cher impersonator at Club 21 (quite an establishment, 52nd street, old school NY) that went from Punk as Hell, to Sad, as all these beautiful artistic types actually my age (maybe) lost interest after “if i could turn back time” and overlooked (for the most part) the ballad, which featured the pianist, who was rather clever all night.
I stopped asking people “what” now, and I just pretend to hear them. I can read lips pretty good too. An intern, or so she said (isn’t that like what they all say when they know the shit is going to hit the fan) from “NY MAG” asked me if she could ask me a few questions.
I responded by saying something wordy, and charged with electricity but socially acceptable that translated to “fuck you”.
I mean, I don’t mind NY RAG at all, or even that they suggested that “I” was responsible for my last relationship ending. Certainly someone ended something. I think I ended up finishing my tour and my obligations. Who knows. But you know, I just kind of reminded this intern that maybe more research would work- first of all, the kind that might make me not a likely candidate for a brief interview considering they insinuated that my friend cheated on her ex. Or that we even knew each other then. Give me a fucking break. You’re talking about someone who defines dignified.
Either way, what a nice place. I saw some Rodarte shoes (Christian L- with the spikes) being sported by a nice friendly person. And lots of drunk very rich people. Oh rich people, you bore me to fucking tears. Imagine all the art they could be making. Endless.
Anyway goodnight. My work is far from over before this record is done. I have at leat 48 more hours to go, and a weekend to break that up over.
P.S. Club 21 proved to have the best coffee. It was angelic.
Oh and of course M is incredible. If I were dating her, how lucky would that make me. Very in my opinion.
Back to the chords and typewriter. The city is full off all those people who talk shit about it Mon-Fri in Brooklyn. They are having a blast. Which is great for us folks who live on the Island. Bring us your cash. Then scat back to your paisley parlors so we can have our lovely weeks with our lovely views.
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