Gorgeous Lady Genifer.
00syd asked: Yo, I spotted this at a deli in my neighborhood. I asked the old white guy behind the counter what it was and, yep, it’s black coffee.
Goddamn that is racist. I guess my only hope is that he continues to be so unsuccessful he has to use PLATES for SIGNS. Seriously, fuck that dude.
This is Ray’s Candy Store! Actually, everything there in an election year is named “Obama” this or that, as the store strongly supports his campaign. They have Obama Burgers and Obama Fries, too. This is definitely not racist.
Tiny Horse meets Beanbag Amerika
It’s been an hour and seventeen minutes since the opening band left the stage. The crowd is starting to revolt. They paid their $25 to get their quick-fix of nostalgia, and they want it quickly. A choir of gutteral “boos” fills the ballroom like a sporting event and it’s getting exciting.
I’m not surprised he’s taking so long. In fact, I’m surprised the crowd is surprised. This is Dando we’re talking about here.
After what feels like another two hours, he walks out to address the crowd. He doesn’t look a day older, the drugs have been good to him. Preserving him like a mummy or a fine wine. He looks at us with disconnection and the same emotional manipulation of a child. Crocodile tears. Furrowed brow. “My voice is cutting out. I’m sorry, I can’t go on.” This is a man no one’s ever said no to. This is a man who never says no. I’m hurt in a way I forgot I could. “There are 500 people here to see you. And beyond the two hours they’ve just waited there are another fifteen years of waiting. Of growing up, moving out, moving up, giving up. We are different people now than we were. Cellularly speaking, we are two lifetimes away from ‘Ray’, but we still fucking love that record so much that we are here now and that’s all that matters.” Gibby Haynes is there. He pushes him on like a cheerleader to a football captain. The kind of friend you probably reallt want on your side in a knife fight. And his dad just died, so.
With the aggressive moral support of the crowd and of Sir Haynes, he manages to play for over an hour of B-sides, covers, and old favorites, including at least SOME (about half) of what was promised on the bill. By the end, I didn’t care that my own vocal chords were strained, having screamed them beyond their last screams. I didn’t even care that he didn’t play Hannah and Gabi. With Evan, you expect the unexpected. And if you have the wherewithal to wait and see how it pans out, it just might be magical. It just might be the best damn rock n roll show you’ve seen in a very long time.
It’s rock n roll, dummies.
this is a sad story; hoping there’s a dog whisperer out there who can help.
ADDENDUM: i know and adore this dog (except for during his crazy times, of course).
What Jen said (I like the dog quite a bit even though I was the recipient of one of its bites, because it clearly got startled by the angle from which I was petting it). Please, if you can help, get in touch with Jami.
My imaginary arch-rival is on the cover of the Village Voice.
About thirteen years ago the internet informed me that there was a guy named Morgan Phillips who lived in my neighborhood (back then, the East Village), was approximately my age, and was also a musician interested in subverting pop…
morgan phillips is an ass-face.
“Stacie Pullano Harkavy was with her daughter at a beach on the Jersey Shore when Bruce was visiting. Springsteen was only wearing shorts and wore sunglasses. Stacie’s daughter, Jolie had her guitar with her and she inplugde she played a bit of “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple. Bruce then took the guitar from her and played “Born to Run”. He signed the guitar and took the children in the picture.” [translated from Dutch]
“…and he took the children in the picture.” i’m sorry, this was a cute story up until BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN KIDNAPPED THAT POOR LITTLE GIRL. #lostintranslation #ihope
So who is the trick supposedly on? It’s like, “I ate my own shit, but I fooled you. I’m not really a coprophiliac!” So wait, you’re not a jackass. You were just being a jackass! Touche.