Tag: Music

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What’s in a name?

It’s raining again here in NYC. Serious, thunder and lightning, shake the building kind of rain. Got my ass soaked heading up to the Bowery earlier. Everything but my crotch and my hair got wet! Two hours later and I’m still not completely dry. Anyway, I have a favor to ask all you random people

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Hanging With The Anti-Clique

Work Is Love Haiku Four foot eleven I love her like few others Ishle is the bomb! Ishle’s CD release party for Work Is Love was a lot of fun. It was the first time I’d hosted something at the Bowery Poetry Club and a nice turnout (Ishle’s always had a strong following, though the

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What the hell, all the kids are doing it…! THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME: Blind loyalty Apathy Money (as in too much of it) THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH: Michael Savage (you HAVE to laugh, o’wise, you have to take him seriously) Isaac (esp. when he’s mad) Shappy THREE THINGS I LOVE: My wife

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The Freshmen

I love this song, although, reading the lyrics, I realized I had no clue what the hell it’s about! Abortion, maybe? Definitely a suicide in there. THE VERVE PIPE The Freshmen When I was young I knew everything She a punk who rarely ever took advice Now I’m guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on

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This is Not Goodbye

Last night was a lot of fun. A bit too much, maybe, as my hungover ass stayed home today! Shappy beat me 3-2 in the head-to-head. I won the Star Wars round (!) and the imitation round, he took the other three. Every round was split 3-2 except for the imitation where I won all

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Sleep does a body good. And the mind, too. India’s been more or less sleeping through the night the past week or so, at worst waking up only once. It’s made quite a difference in our getting some half-decent sleep which is a good thing considering I got the “9am” talk yesterday. That corporate thing

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Looking for parking in the morning so completely sets my day off on the wrong foot! Looking for it in Brooklyn Heights on a Monday morning – where after driving around for 30 minutes, you stick it on a meter and cross your fingers you’ll ONLY get a ticket – sucks like a five hour

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The antiNOTES…

Blame it on the rain? Maybe. It certainly messed with our turnout last night. I’m thinking my having to be sober through it all is what really set ME off, though. The anniversary show was both a moderate success and a raging bust all at once. I had the whole night laid out on a

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Unlike most people, I usually look forward to Mondays. At least for the past 5 years or so. But this morning got off to one of the worst starts in memory and I’m just hating life right now. It started last night when, after a great family weekend, we had to play catchup on things

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The snow is blowing wildly across the gray, depressed skyline as I’m looking north – I think! – from my office on the 25th floor. Mind you, I’m in a cubicle but our section sits next to a huge ceiling-to-floor window. I’ve started bringing in some things to personalize my space. Not the playroom again

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