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Snowed in thanks to yesterday’s storm and trying to catch up on the hundreds of unanswered emails, helping Jasmine get ready for her trip and my trip to Florida is also coming up next week (one week in the sun, oh hells yeah!). I choose to escape the stress and boredom called Christmas. Lying on the beach finally getting some daylight (haven’t seen it in weeks) and relaxing – well I am sure I will have crackberry in hand or at least close by.
Can’t help but scoff at the news that the little girl Caylee Anthony’s body was found and her Mom is just busy ordering Pork rinds in jail. Psycho bitch definitely killed her own child. OMG. Why should tax payers pay to keep this scoundrel alive? Killing your own child? Buh Bye. UGH.This story makes me sick.
Gotta turn the TV off before I puke. Anyways, Catherine, my buddy and massage assistant was in NYC for a few days and we traded massages over and over again, pure bliss. prrrrrrrrrrr. If I had my way, I would get 4 hours of massage a day. I LOVE it.
Blogs I have in front of me are still my Italy blog (loads of pictures), Ac/Dc, Project Object, Flogging Molly and Joe (guitar GOD) Satriani. As well as a few “Ask Dr. Dot” blogs. Maybe I will get more down done in FLA where I will have peace and quiet (going alone!).
New Years Eve 2007 & New Years eve EVE
Video material from our New Years eve chaos ^
My buddies and I first went to a house party on 5th street in Alphabet City (Manhattan in case you have never heard of it) and rang in the new year at Carol Sadick's apartment. She is a lovely, cook chick that I met through Arturo (Arturo wasn't there as he is in South America climbing huge mountains). There were lots of familiar faces there, some friendly and some waaaay too grumpy to be at a fucking party. One lady brought her 2 year old daughter (duh, bring a little tot to a wild, loud, LATE party filled with crazy punks, great idea!). Anyhow, her kid looked exactly like Pearl, you know, from the Wil Farrel LAND LORD video (click HERE to see it). The lady hated the fact that everyone said she looks just like Pearl. You would think people were saying she looks like a ape the way she was snapping at people.
Then there was an ancient woman who resembled in every way, Melissa Etheridge, who kept telling us to keep our "Cackling to a minimum". Whatever, I thought parties loved laughing guest. There was tons of food and drinks there, so that was a BONUS (I brought Champagne and killer red wine).
Danny came in a bit after I did and said "oh, look, it's Pearl and she wants the rent money" and me and my buddies were laughing hysterically but the lady screamed at Danny in a psycho voice (that we had fun imitating the rest of the night) that sounded like the Devil. One older guy, who was in the band The Dead Boys had a bitchy attitude and almost started a fight with me when I said he looked a bit like Mick Jones from Foreigner.
Jeff (Grumpy as FUCK) Magnum of the Dead Boys ^ (does he, or does he NOT look similar to Mick Jones or Foreigner? Sorry, I have Foreigner on the brain lately, I'm obsessed ha ha). He had glasses on at the party, which made him look exactly like Mick Jones (well, Mick is better looking and much more polite, fun and talented)
Hello? Grumpy old folks alert. If I ever get old and grumpy, some one please tie me up and feed me happy pills. For FUCK SAKE.
Carol's rock and roll Fridge ^
There were several nice people there too, so we didn't let the miserable one's get us down, we were howlin' with laughter all night. It was almost 3 am when we drove up town to Iggy's for some karaoke (there is no way in hell to hail a cab on New Years eve, so we ended up taking 3 strangers with us up town (cramped as HELL in my car) and just for fun, we charged them $5. It was the taxi ride from hell (lots of loud Hendrix being blasted and I do drive like a quirky race car driver. heh heh. The guys kissed the ground of 76 th street when they got out, they were that happy to be alive.
Raising hell in Carol's kitchen ^
Can not understand why we don't have any Jonesy pictures. He was moving around too fast all night I suppose. I will get loads next time around. Cory surprised us at how great he can sing Billy Joel's Piano Man and Danny is more confident then ever now on stage; he sang "Workin' 9 to 5 and I touch myself, which is no easy feat in front of a packed, new years eve crowd in NYC. I did the usual crowd pleaser, Highway to Hell and Old Time Rock and Roll. Iggy's needs to increase their song books; we need more of a selection.
I went to LIT (93 2nd ave) on Sunday night with my pals Ant and Elizabeth and they have a million songs and the sound quality is the BEST out of all the karaoke places in NYC, BUT they let everyone smoke (downstairs where karaoke is) and you can barely see. Quite strange for a Non-smoking city, but the song list and sound quality are worth the smoke. Most people sing heavy metal songs there. Zeppelin, Dio, Sabbath, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, it's awesome!!
Jasmine and I went and saw The Fab Faux the other night at a club called Terminal 5. If you ever head there to see a show, know that they (a) keep ALL of the doors wide open, which is a drag when it's below zero out side and/or big trucks part outside and blast their Diesel smell into the club (b) there are NO seats, so you have to stand. This band is the best Beatles cover band ever. The bassists is Will Lee from the David Letterman house band ('the most dangerous band in the world') and one of the guitarist, Jimmy Vivino is from Conan O'Brein's band, the 'Max Weinberg 7' and the horn players look like they are from both of those shows. The band is tight as fuck and they played a FULL THREE HOURS (hence me whining about standing). They played the whole Revolver album in it's entirety. They are on myspace, you can click HERE to see their page. If they ever head towards you, let me tell you, you get your money's worth ten times over ($40 for 3 hours of perfect Beatles renditions) and they play many songs that the Beatles never played live, sigh.
Utter nonsense (scenes from the smallest shop in the world) ^
“We all know that Kraft is King, give us Dirty Laundry” D. Henley
(Hanging head in shame) Sorry it has been so long since I have written. I somehow lose all motivation to
Fame: substitute for Love
What is the price of fame? Is it worth it? Most entertainers, ( not all, but most) did not get enough attention or