Music
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Not Bitter
Things that made me smile yesterday:– leaving for work without a jacket;– listening to and singing along to Fidelity by Regina Spektor for the umpteenth time in a row (thanks, Ben!);– listening to Catch Me Now I’m Falling by the Kinks yet again;– dinner with Jimmy at Tides (go try the boulliabaise immediately if not
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Mobilize
I had completely forgotten that Grant Lee Phillips was playing last night — after having some smoky barbecue at R.U.B. with my now quite pregnant friend Allison (they had ribs this time), I headed to the Knitting Factory and met Ryan for the show. His latest album, nineteeneighties, features covers of some of his (and
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Back on the Chain Gang
Just a quickie post before heading off to Delaware for the weekend. Saw the Pretenders last night with Rob Y. at Roseland Ballroom. All I’m sayin’ is that I hope I can rock that hard when I am Chrissie Hynde’s age. I have one more week of craziness and then I’m of to Hawaii —
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Another Two Minutes Towards My 15
This morning, in my pre-caffeine fog, I found myself standing next to someone in my office cafeteria. "You look familiar," he said. Well, yeah, I thought to myself. We work in the same office. It’s big, but not that big. "Do you write for Gothamist?" "Yes!" I replied. We introduced ourselves and I went on
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Oh, Elvis . . .
How I adore the sound of your voice. Sigh. Saw him with Allen Toussaint last night at the Beacon. In addition to hearing some of my favorites like "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror," and "Watching the Detectives," he did a rockin’ version of "I Don’t Want to Go to Chelsea" with a very cool brass arrangement,
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Songs in My Head
Touching back to my discussion of theme songs, I think I’ve found a good one — 1985. It’s not quite accurate (it refers to "her two kids in high school"), but it still sort of rings true. I’ll freely admit that my musical tastes are stuck in 1985. The other song that is competely stuck
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Breakup Mix
As you may or may not know (or as you may or may not have figured out from reading some of my gloomier posts recently), I recently went through a breakup. The evening of the final discussion, we were out to dinner, and when the topic came up, I insisted that we go somewhere more
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We’ll Be the Pirate Twins Again
Jay and I are headed to see Thomas Dolby tonight at Joe’s Pub. Yes, the "She Blinded Me With Science" guy. I adored him in high school — I actually had a poster of him on my wall (across from Adam Ant, which should give you some nice insight), and had cassette recordings of his
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Catching Up Yet Again
Things I have not yet written about that I did last week (among other things that I did but may likely not write about because they are too boring) with extremely brief commentary: ate at Little Giant (scrumptious, get the brussels sprouts, as they’re merely an excuse to eat spoonsful of butter and maple syrup