I’m having recurring dreams about Van Halen.
Posts from October 2004
“I Hear What You’re Saying, And Your Rap Is Strong.”
Dougie Bowne, regular at the Pink Pony and a good friend. We call the Pink Pony “The Office,” because we’re there so much. “So, you want to come out? I’m at the Office.”
Nushu: Secret Chinese Code’s “Last Speaker” Dies.
Yang Huanyi, Last User of a Secret Code, Dies
“Yang Huanyi, the last woman to communicate secretly with others in a rare script used exclusively by women, died Sept. 20 in her home in Hunan Province, China. She was believed to be in her late 90′s.
“I Broke Up With Jazz.”
When I went to Simon’s Rock, in 1986, I met this kid named Jeremy Brooks. He had a sphinxlike mullet with dreads hanging in the back. He wore a long olive-colored coat emblazoned with a Who style target-symbol. He was the hippest boy I had met in my life.
Shahzad: Fantastic
My special gig at Fez on the 16th will be a duo situation: me and the South Asian Sensation, Shahzad “Smiley” Ismaily.
Muppet of Yesteryear.
The late, lamented Roosevelt Franklin, preeminent hipster of Sesame Street:
In the Tunnel.
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For the first time in my life, I rode at the front of the B train from Columbus Circle down to the Lower East Side, watching out the front window, looking at the tunnels. I’ve been riding for years but have never actually looked.
In 1989, when I went to the New School, I lived in a dorm that was four floors of a co-op building on Union Square West converted into extremely cramped student housing. It was the building above the restaurant that housed the nightclub Giant Step in its basement
I had three roommates that got drunk one night, got tired of waiting for a train, and hopped down onto the tracks, stumbling around the tunnels for a few hours. They nestled in crevices while trains hurtled by.
Eventually they found their way out through a manhole. They found themselves emerging from the sidewalk in front of the Palladium, when that club was at its Deee-Lite era, pre-Michael-Alig peak. They climbed out of a hole in the ground to the applause of a line of delighted clubgoers.
Night Life.
I dreamed last night I was on a beach, throwing apples to a tiger.
The Uptown Life.
I went to a friend’s place last night–a gigantic Tribeca loft. I live in a Lower East Side apartment that’s really quite cool–great blasting sunlight, great roof with a panoramic view of the skyline. and my friend Amity hooked me up with some excellent interior decorating, it looks supercute. But, let’s face it: it’s SMALL.
“1973 Was A Bad Year For The American Farmer, But A Great Year For Joe Tex.”
“I’ve been taken outside,
and I’ve been brutalized
and I’ve had to ALWAYS
be the one to smile
and APOLOGIZE…