Sunday, April 29, 2007
Here's my schedule for my trip to the States. Thursday 31st May: Arrive in Newark. I've been instructed to go straight to the Barnes & Nobles @ Union Square. Might catch a glimpse of Paulo Coelo. Cocktails afterwards will probably knock my jetlag into place. Friday 1st June: NY, Reunion @ Sarah Lawrence College Yup, it's my 10 year reunion. Going up to campus in the evening. Saturday-Sunday 2nd /3rd June: NY, SLC Reunion Monday 4th June: NYC Sherman Alexie's reading Tuesday 5th June: NYC John Updike's reading Wednesday 6th June: Philadelphia Visiting Lisa & Scott and hopefully Maggie. Thursday 7th June: Philadelphia Friday 8th June: NYC Alex's brother's Colby has an opening @ CRG Gallery, 535 West 22nd Street, New York, NY 10011. I get to hang with Alex again, who's flying over from Dresden. Saturday 9th June: Arrive in Austin. My mom is booking me into Austin Motel - my favorite. I can finally use the swimming pool! Sunday 10th June: Austin Monday 11th June: Austin Tuesday 12th June: Austin Wednesday 13th June: Austin Thursday 14th June: Flight to NYC Friday 15th June: Flight to UK I will be looking for cool shit to do: music (breaks/electro/club), art, literature, swimming, anything. If anyone sees anything, let me know & I will sponsor a small alligator in your name.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
I'm in the recovery position. Last night, I made my stomach a skin for the weirdest, hairyest cocktail on the planet: Sambuca-tinged, tequila-sucking, cider-swilling, gin-soaked wine-edged badness. It was another Friday, another All Time Top 100 @ Cosmo Bar. Only this time, it was a double-bill of specialness, with it being Day 1 of Paulo's birthday shenanigans and Phil Hartnoll of Orbital manning the decks. Barney passed me last night on the way down -- he said it sucked, but brother, were you wrong or what? Phil, not especially known for his djing prowess, put on some blinding classics. Loads of old school rap and hiphop and some dancehall reggae for good measure -- fun. Came close to busting out the breakdance move when Lucy challenged me, but I RESISTED. Thank god. Waking up late this morning, I was told of the evenings events (I don't remember actually leaving Cosmo) like it was the reconstruction of a crime scene.Blissfully warm morning merged into afternoon-ness, which is just what anyone with a hangover needs. Ah well. What I do remember of the night was having loads of people unexpectedly turn up, queues out the door, friend chicken (of course) at The Sicillian on St James St, Marcus running around with a biro writing fish types on people's arms (I'm "koi"), everyone developing ADD at once (hello, what's up with that?), talking shit at the bar, Kesh busting out the moves on the dancefloor, giving idiotic thumbs up to Phil Hartnoll, bumping into Ed's sister-in-law, buying a piss-stream of drinks and telling everyone that I wasn't actually drunk, it was everyone else that was drunk. Yeah right. I hope Paulo pulled last night -- he was looking pretty lucky. He was after all the birthday boy. I've got 2 weekends and a handful of weekday evenings to finish my first draft. I really blew it last weekend, but at least I have an excuse (Slackers@Concorde2), but even the weekend before that was a feeble attempt on my part at being self-disciplined. It's hard stopping yourself from having fun sometimes. As I made my way home, I worked my way through the street market on Upper Gardner Street and picked up a second-hand book, a giant bag of organic lettuce, a beetroot bigger than my life, freshly picked leeks, and a butternut squash in honour of Lucy. I've only got a bit of time before I have to head out. Going to a cider festival up at the Race Course. Ed's just texted to recommend trying Burrow Hill, the local cider from Somerset and the stuff they sell at Glastonbury. Speaking of festivals, I've just bought a weekend pass for the first festival I'm going to in years -- SuperSonic at Birmingham's Custard Factory. I've been meaning to check out the venue for ages as well. It was a whim, but I suppose it's just one of those days.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Danny Lang is a bloody genius
Saturday, April 14, 2007
The final weekend to work on the script
Even though it's Saturday, I still woke up at 7.30am (work-mode). I'd been having a dream that I was back in Texas in some warehouse grocery store. The man I was with was flirting with a woman with lopsided glasses and I was so bored and depressed by everything so I left their dull conversation and headed over to the magazine rack and picked up a copy of the New Yorker. I realised then that I didn't want to be in Texas -- I wanted to be in New York. Hey, go figure, I'm actually in England! Stupid dreams. I went back to sleep because I figure I need all the rest I can get for today. It's the final weekend to work on Act 2 before my Friday deadline. I need to contact Sarah and see if that's the absolute last day or whether I can have a bit longer. Apart from some much-needed editing of Act 1, I totally blew last weekend. I know -- it was a 4 day weekend, but as soon as the sun comes out and friends are beckoning, it's hard not to heed the call. What a great weekend. Obviously, the icing on the cake was going with Kesh to see Plump DJs and Soul of Man at Concorde 2. Those boys restored my faith and enthusiasm in music. The show was more bounce to the ounce and even though there wasn't enough room to have a heart attack in, I still managed to step on a hundred toes. I met a nice boy. I had a picnic on the beach with friends, which then proceeded to turn into a mini rave-up back at their house. It was Dan's 30th birthday, so he and Jonny Grey and their Bitter Suite possee put on a fucking shit hot house party with a good mix of house djs. When I found myself pulling some strange moves on the dance floor including back bends and feeling my stomach had turned into a poison-holding urn, I knew it was time to leave. On Sunday, Kesh & I went to see a French film which I got free tickets to called "My Best Friend" (whatever that is in French) -- I recommend it highly, although the jerky camera movements did get on my nerves a bit. Pub roast at PV, then Pete & I hit a double-bill of all day munter's fest -- Bustabox at PP and Electric Playboys at Hectors House. I prefered Hectors, which had a better soundsystem (Y-Inter) and the vibe felt younger and more alive. The Bustabox crowd were all a bit too close to death for me. Then obviously, Plumps later that night. I did feel I was going to expire on Monday but miraculously pulled through. This week at work has been manic again & I'm careful not to overdo it. Watched 2 films, which is an all-time achievement for me: "Happy Endings" -- I liked it. A lot. Good story, with subplots seamlessly woven together, with the whole post-modern thing going on of being about films, using interesting split screens and titles to explain backstory. It worked. "I'm With Lucy" -- I consider this rental to be part of my research on rom-coms. It was fairly generic, with the premise being quickly set up that she had a terrible breakup and went on 5 blind dates, one of which is the man she's about to marry. The film shows bits of the date and you're supposed to try to guess which one she's going to marry. I didn't completely sympathise with the protagonist -- the worst thing that's happened to her was dating the schmuck to begin with -- but it's still a fun romp through the perilous world of dating. And actually, I thought the 5 blind dates were very well-drawn and were given some depth, even if the film didn't give Lucy much depth. Oh well! Okay, me, Act 2, onwards.