Archive for October, 2006
Monday, October 30th, 2006
I unwittingly subjected Geneva to several people who harangued her like it was their business.
Malinda teased her hair like nobody’s business.
You have no business knowing what Ian was up to.
These days, Ben’s business is in the legal department.
Lostprophets guested at ST, and everybody wanted up in their business.
Sean and Kelly are hot like it’s their business.
Mike was worried that the business of his colored jacket was too much for the black-clad Annex crowd.
Don’t tell Sarah my business.
Getting her face squashed by Jenny is strictly business.
Ian and Liz and Ryan made it their business to pass out in my bed.
Track shorts cover my business when I’m doing laundry.
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So this is Saturday vs. Sunday:
October is the best.
Here are some sneaks of the photos I did with Kendra and Fran, soon to go up here:
Friday, October 27th, 2006
Jake is in Idaho visiting family and friends and won’t be back until Tuesday night (that’s Halloween). I’m photo-ing a private party that night and won’t be able see him probably until Wednesday. I miss him. Idahohiowa.
Kathy made the most amazing lasagna last night and there’s so much left that we’re having it tonight at our pre-game party. Game = partying more, only not in our house. I didn’t invite everyone I wanted to because I’m lazy, so if you want to come, e-mail or call and I will give you directions.
I just found out that the girl on Robbie Williams’ cover of “King of the Bongo” (Manu Chao’s original being one of my favorite songs of all time) is Lily Allen. I’m not too into her, I think her album is okay and I don’t mind hearing it, but I like her on this track. His version stays pretty true to the original, maybe a little too closely, but the new production is fun. I wish he had changed his intonation and accentuation at all from the original.
God damn, my stomach hurts from being out too late last night. Today I had my first coffee in a few weeks, and it made my stomach hurt even more. I’m avoiding Red Bull and Sparks and that sort of thing because I don’t want to just out-and-out explode like Kenny with the Alka-Seltzer tablets right there in the middle of Spring Street.
I have the dumbest text exchanges.
Thursday, October 26th, 2006
You ever have those moments, or full days, even, of feeling dramatic? Well, dramatic isn’t the right word, because it conjures up images of gay boys and drunk girls getting in each others’ faces and talking shit about each other in basements. I don’t know what word to use instead, but I mean, everything feels pronounced, emotional (not depressing)… I don’t know. I suppose it sounds like PMS, but sincerely, I am not a female.
This is absolutely ridiculous, but for the last two nights I’ve slept with a lamp on and a Diddy song playing on repeat until the morning, and I wake up feeling this way. It’s cold at night and I’m under a blanket in my extraordinarily comfortable bed, and then “Last Night” (the one with Keyshia Cole that I mentioned yesterday) plays on repeat. The beats are simple, the tempo is moderate, and then those Castlevania synths come in and I’m in heaven. I kind of wish it was just her singing because he sounds little odd. But the retro feel of the song really gets to me. It’s along the same lines of what Felix Da Housecat’s “Ready 2 Wear” did for me when I first got it a couple years ago. A standout easy retro song that repeats itself; a perfect womb soundtrack when the lights are low.
Some random pictures:
This is my FUBU-wearing white brother (sixteen now) at homecoming, as scanned and e-mailed to me by my mother:
This is him a year ago, as photographed by me on the day he had to go to court for breaking and entering (he didn’t wear the hat):
This is my mom’s living room (which I miss) before she ripped up the carpet and rearranged the furniture. My art on the walls. She made the table:
This is me and Anna at Rated X when she was hosting a few weeks ago:
This is me in ninth grade in Ohio:
This is me now:
I have since stopped smiling with my teeth. Or maybe at all. EMO!
Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
This basically describes my ride home every day, from Overheard in New York: “Conductor: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an extremely crowded F train. Next stop is Jay Street, and by this time it’s official, every person in New York is on this train. Please stand clear of the closing doors, if you can.” Today I rode the train with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches wrapped in aluminum foil inside my bag. My black jeans are skinny and my black coat is baggy and maybe I look like a big black blow pop. And by that I mean something racist.
I slept nine hours last night! I passed out at 9:30, missed some things, and woke up at 6:30 this morning. Spent two hours watching TV, drinking a chai latte, and looking out the window. I also made a third peanut butter and jelly sandwich and ate it right there in the kitchen! Maybe this should be renamed to “The Gay and Quite Mundane Blog.” “And Also Something Racist.”
New music explosion! I’ve been listening to the new Rapture, Oohlas, and Robbie Williams; and one song off of Diddy’s CD (the one with Keyshia Cole, “Last Night”). It sounds like Felix Da Housecat produced it, and I know they were working together a couple of years ago. I looked around for the production credits and it seems that maybe it was Diddy himself. My favorites off The Rapture’s Piece of the People We Love are “First Gear” and “Whoo! Alright – Yeah…uh Huh.” Throw some drunk party girls on any dance track and I love it. On Robbie Williams it’s “Rudebox” and “The Actor,” and I can’t pick an Oohlas favorite. Kathy hates it, but I really like the new Killers “Bling” song, and a few others on the album. I also got a promo of the new Hidden Cameras, which I haven’t listened to yet but am excited to get to because I loved the last one.
Tonight I am watching some moobies with Kendra and taking her picture in all sorts of poses (yeah, that’s old school Bif Naked a la Buffy the Fucking Vampire Slayer because I am the biggest idiot and sometimes I have the worst taste in music ever, even though I’ve never seen one episode of that show, I just had her first album). And then I am going to HiFi to mingle with Sarah and her charms (and to bring her a t-shirt on which she will screen me a beautiful owl, which she will do for you, too, for very cheap). Then it’s off to Pianos (I know) because Fiona (the blonde Dudette) is having her party upstairs (parentheses).
Monday, October 23rd, 2006
Scenes from the limo ride and BK Girls-wearing-white hosting Rated X on Saturday:
Anna and Bonnie
Rachel and Hannah
Caitlyn and Sinead
Anna and me being gay, Caitlyn enjoying it
Inside the limo (last one by Bronques)
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Scenes from Anna & Brad being Kitty & Red:
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Scenes from Katie’s model shoot that just went up:
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Scenes from Stolen Transmission over the last couple weeks:
Mike tried his best not to look queer.
Sarah’s hair is lavender this week.
Karen is hot.
Kathy was druuuunk but hid it well.
Eddie Art Brut is not Sherlock Holmes.
Again, Karen is hot.
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Scenes from our very unfinished (but coming together nicely) apartment:
Downstairs. Hamster on a TV tray = gay.
Downstairs living room. Little matching lampettes = gay.
Kitchen. Pumpkins in a bowl = gay.
Upstairs living room. Yeah, we have a parlor. What? Terra cotta parlor = gay.
My half-painted bedroom. This is where I make music and edit photos and wake up in someone else’s pee. Pee = gay.
The chilly winds and early evenings and attractive gentleman in my life make me want to just put on my stripy sweaters and drink hot things. Fall is the greatest season there is. I’m lucky to live in New York and still be able to smell the leaves on the ground when I walk home from the subway. There are trees changing colors and orange garbage bags with jack-o-lantern smiles printed on the sides, full of raked leaves. Some people have pumpkins on their stoops. We have apple cider and a pumpkin pie is definitely looming. This Friday I am doing what I do every year at this time, having a bunch of friends over to watch Hocus Pocus with food. It’s marvelously domestic, even if we usually just end up getting drunk and over-salting the seeds in the oven. Anna’s leaving for Mexico on Saturday morning and Jake is leaving tomorrow, so I won’t have either of them for Halloween. Stupid jerks, traveling without me during my favorite time of the year.
We finally got cable and internet transferred, so we spent the daylight hours of this weekend inside, watching HGTV and Adult Swim on demand and a horrible ABC Family movie called The Initiation of Sarah, a remake of a 70s “classic” (both boasted Morgan Fairchild).
On Saturday I got a kiss from Sinead and a lap dance from Sloane.
Friday, October 20th, 2006
Greatest thing Urban Outfitters has ever done! I want them all in a big rotating case!
Friday, October 20th, 2006
Please leave a comment here and let me know if you can see this blog fine, or if it appears jumbled and weird on your screen. Someone told me they can’t see it right. Do you see all the photos okay? Can you read everything?
Edit: Nevermind, I just went back to the normal boring blahg. FORGETCHU.
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
Who?: The only nude shoot I’ve ever done was for my boyfriend at the time.
Me: And for Hustler, don’t forget. But, since your boyfriend was Larry Flynt, I guess you’re not completely incorrect.
Who?: You’re such a bitch. It was for [Xxxxxx]; for most of the shoot I was actually in a pair of hello kitty panties. My father is a photographer and he told me before I went to college not to date any photographers and not to get my photo taken nude, so of course I had to do it.
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This morning (very early in the morning) I was walking on Spring Street and I heard my name. “Brad?” I looked up and a girl said “hi, you’re Brad Walsh, right?” I said “yeah” and she said “I know you from your photos and your music.” Then she told me her name and, unfortunately, I forgot it immediately. “I think we’re friends on MySpace.”
Two things:
1. You know we’re friends on MySpace.
2. Please don’t say “MySpace” out loud.
But, girl who stopped me on the street, if you read this, hello. You were very nice. I wasn’t even fully awake; I spent last night at Jake’s and he’s a snorer with a bed on wheels. So I didn’t sleep much. But hot damn, did I have one hell of a big chicken burrito while watching Xanadu!
Oh! Malinda has a possible back story to the Spring Street Homeless Olsen Triplet! She says her mom told her once that SS HOT used to sit there with her druggie boyfriend being druggies together and doing heroin on the street. Her boyfriend left her a few years ago and she’s still waiting there for him to come back. I don’t know how credible the story is, but it certainly makes the whole thing a lot more awesome. Maybe one day I’ll sit down next to her and say “I’m back.”
Some plugs for friends:
1. My friend Josh is in the NY Times, finally getting some well-deserved credit for doing something fantastic that a bunch of idiots have tried to stop for several years.
2. Go to Fiona’s party tonight at Piano’s; Art Brut are DJing after their show at Warsaw with the Spinto Band and Tokyo Police Club (a bill not to miss). Click to see the flyer larger.
3. Then go to First Taste at HiFi, where Sarah M. hosts the release party for some band that I don’t remember but they’re apparently very good. And then next Wednesday I will be at her party because it’s the Mixel Pixel release!
4. On Saturday I will be at Rated X, as the only BK Girl with a penis. We BK Girls are hosting, and it’s a Marie Antoinette-(the film)-sponsored party and the last stop of the Last Night’s Party book tour. Apparently there is a limo involved. Because I ride drunk in style.
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Anna: i’m right by your work faggot
Me: bring me cupcakes like dolly madison [?]
Anna: i’m getting a new passport. i can bring you immigrants
Anna: one day ill get up early enough and fly in on my roflcopter to your work dressed like Audrey bearing perfect cupcakies
Anna: BIG OL FAG I’M RIGHT BY YOUR BLDG HAHA
Tuesday, October 17th, 2006
I may look like an idiot most of the time, but for some reason people keep painting me. I know, I know, I’m a snot for saying that. But seriously, I don’t get it. A guy named Joshua Eric sent me this:
This is the fourth time somebody has painted me and sent me the product, and I really, really like this one. The colors are some of my favorites, and we all know how much I love silhouetted animals. Well, maybe that’s a realization I just had, but still, doesn’t his picture kick ass? Also, I look dirty and mean, and while I am probably both, I like to think this is a specialty moment.
I’m really trying not to sound as ridiculous as I know I do. Much love to my people, treat ‘em like we all equal. No, I ain’t sadiddy. Yeah, I quote Brandy, what? RIP ODB (©PMH)
Monday, October 16th, 2006
Everyone ended up covered in cake.
But not before the Tromettes made an appearance,
Joshie did what he gets paid to do,
Sinead and I switched tops and Hannah and Kendra acted as my human boobs,
Erica and Mark and Lucas pretended they weren’t feeding cake to the dog,
Sarah tried to woo a dead woman,
Sinead posed for the forthcoming Adopt-A-Go-Go poster,
Katie offered me what I think was poison,
and Star blinked like an old wrinkly man.
