Archive for December, 2006
Friday, December 8th, 2006
Today a man in front of me coming up out of the subway stopped on the thin stairwell to light a cigarette, which forced the rest of us to stop. He took an inordinately long time lighting it, and then took it out of his mouth and stared directly down its barrel for a few seconds. A woman a few people behind me yelled way too loudly “MOVE IT, SHITHEAD!” and it was the most amazing and satisfying thing that’s happened all month.
The next week or so is really packed: tonight I’m filming at Anna’s apartment and around the town for the show, including Calling All Kids at Luke & Leroy, where I am supposed to take pictures. Tomorrow is more filming during the day, I’m photographing Heidi, and then she’s having a party at her place. Next week: Wednesday is my first CD release party at First Taste at Hi Fi, and Kathy bought me tickets to see the Wainwright Family Christmas thing at Carnegie Hall. Thursday is Stolen Transmission (and more photos). Friday I’m hosting Trash with Anna, and it’s my second CD release party. Kathy and I are also going to an NME We Are Scientists thing early in the evening. Saturday (the 16th) I am likely performing at MisShapes with two other bands that I love and am excited about (details TK after I figure out what’s going on). Sunday is Spring Break at Gurj & Sarah’s with one of said bands. On the 27th Anna and I are hosting High Voltage at Sutra. I have a lot of flyers to make. And maybe somewhere in there I will photograph The Oohlas.
Last night at Stolen Transmission was so awkward and fantastic, it was a whole lot of unexpected fun. Karaoke for Lawrence’s birthday. Journey twice. Brian Battjer doing “Gloria” like a pro. Quinn and Jordan Silver doing Right Said Fred. Lawrence doing everything. Hangout time with Anna and Sarah M. I have far too many pictures, maybe I will get to them today. I have only slept three hours. I can’t get Hoku’s “Another Dumb Blonde” out of my dumb head.
I updated my Amazon wishlist, should you happen to love me.
Also, Sharon came over and took pictures. She’s very good. Here’s a sample:
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
Oh my oh my, there is so much going on right now! Another (exciting) TV filming, two CD release parties next week, and even rumblings of a new book deal? It’s enough to make my stomach flip itself over. Watch out, coffee mug, because I may throw right up into you. I am such a nervous wreck anytime I have to make an important(ish) business(y) call. I call the girl who’s producing the TV thing and I’m in knots. I don’t know why, she’s wonderful and very easy to talk to. I just revert back to seven year old me getting too excited to move and then having to run to the bathroom just because we’re going to the store. And not even a nice store. The kind of place where the most exciting thing to buy is that elusive #38 Charlie Brown Christmas pog or a knockoff treasure troll whose hair comes unglued all in one clump, and then I cry, but not as much as the time Teddy Ruxpin’s mouth fell off while he was talking me to sleep inside my bed tent, which, maybe when I was three and before I was really gay, I used to imagine was made up of naked women holding onto each other above me in a conical tent shape. I just remembered that. Whoa. Awesome.
So, next week. On Wednesday is my CD release party at Hi Fi (see – and repost! – the flyer in my last entry) and then on Friday the 15th Anna and I are hosting Trash at Rififi, which is also going to be a CD release party for my new one. Come if you can!
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
Monday, December 4th, 2006
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER ROBBIE!
Normally I regard the words “non-drowsy formula” as being as legitimate as “invisible solid.” It’s all lies. Anytime I take something that claims to not make you drowsy, I end up falling over mid-sentence onto a keyboard or into a bowl of oatmeal. But last week I didn’t realize that the daytime version of Tylenol Cold pills contain fucking crack cocaine and make it impossible to function. I took two pills one night early in the week at 10:30 as I was shivering sick in my bed because they were the first thing Kathy brought me. I fell asleep after eleven, and woke up around one. I proceeded to flip and huff and sob until almost seven in the morning because of all the Tylenol brand Speed in my system. I played around on the internet and watched TV in the middle of the night, and then had to wake up at eight. Then the next day I was running on more of those magical pills, and even though everything in and on me ached like it had been punched, I was awake. I slept a total of maybe eight hours over three nights, but I was awake and functional every day. I am a walking miracle and maybe you should start sending me religious donations of money and blessed cupcakes.
Now, let me save some of you some trouble. I still get entirely too many Google search hits for people trying to find out “how to get into MisShapes” (understandably, because of posts like this where I type it out again, but nonetheless, it gets old). I even get the occasional e-mail or MySpace message asking the same thing, or informing me that “hey Brad, I’m coming into town and I know we’ve never met, but I would love it if you would show me around, maybe go to MisShapes.” You want to know how to get into MisShapes? Here’s a step-by-step program that I’ve just created, guaranteed to get you into MisShapes:
1. Don’t be 12.
2. Get in line.
3. Pay.
and 4. I’m not going to walk you in. You are a stranger to me, and/or you’re 12, and/or you’re propositioning me on MySpace. I am lucky enough to have people fooled into thinking I’m not a giant loser, I’m not going to start bringing random Canadians past the lines to le disko.
Speaking of le disko, I DJed at The Music Slut’s holiday show at the Delancey on Saturday.
Some bands played, and I think my favorite was Exit Clov, though Nous Non Plus was a close second. Jake and Robin and Anna and some other people came out, and I got to meet a girl from Australia (named Gillian I think) who is visiting the city and came just to see me spin! Kathy got way drunker than she intended,
and then we stopped by Rated X because Anna was hosting.
And finally, look at all the horrible faces Lawrence captured in his car after the Paper Awards last week. Everybody looks like they’re pooping.
Especially Sarah there in the middle.
