Destination Darkie Count: Woodstock, Vermont

During my lady of leisure time the mister and I have been taking a few treks throughout the summer. First it was the Catskills for me birthday (apparently I turned 87 and wanted to return to my days hitting the Borscht Belt...for reals though, shit is nice), New Paltz because why not, Chicago/Wisconsin for family reunion (that is for another blog...chile, some comedy), Cape Cod cause my man likes to get his faux blueblood on (in a keeping it real kinda fashion) and now Woodstock, Vermont.

Honestly the internets need to be taken away from me cause what happens is I think of somewhere I want to go and then I do some broad ass search, get fixated on a town for no reason at all and then go into a frenzy finding a place to stay on the Craigslist. I guess we all need hobbies, right? Well this go round I found the cutest damn carriage house on 250 acres of land near a pond and I'm tickled pink.

So what am I going to do when I'm there? For two days straight I'm going to read my trashy mags, finish a book on rats and take as many pictures of syrup--and me consuming it--as possible. Cause, you know, that is what I hear goes down in Vermont. Oh, and I'm going to count how many other black people I see. Again, hobbies.

Music I'm Not Mad At

Shoot, I like to share. I'm like Mother Theresa and Oprah that way.

Rilo Kiley-Under The Blacklight: I have a crush on Jenny Lewis. Might be cause she has that pretty red hair, like my swoon worthy friend Miss Tanya
Queens of the Stone Age-Era Vulgaris: If I mention my unhealthy obsession with this band one more time I've crossed over into, "Oh, she is just sad" territory. I don't need that. At least not today. What I need are better tickets than what I got for their show in October. Goddamn bullshit pre-sales...
M.I.A.-Kala: She better work. I love immigrants that can get their political booty shake on. "World Town" is just stupid good
All Night Chemists-This is my friend Len's band. Usually I have to lie about friend's musical projects and say the shit is good when it makes me want to sever a friendship instead of seeing them play out. This case don't have to. Makes my heart warm
Ravens and Chimes-Reichenbach Falls: It's like Arcade Fire and The New Pornographers had a baby. Just listen to the track "January" and get back to me
Herbie Hancock-Head Hunters: Cause it's never not on fire. Double shoot...

Oh, and on a music related note: read the Anthony Kiedis autobiography, Scar Tissue. Have to say it, shit was hella entertaining. There is nothing I love better than reading about a musician's dark--yet amusing--decent into drugs. It's like getting to play with a basket full of puppies for me..just heartwarming.

Hipster Olympics

Seriously, how great is this YouTube thing the kids are all about? It's a hoot. Especially when it's being funny-ha-ha about "hipsters" and their precious ways. Please take the time to watch this...it was killing me. Thanks for the hook up Tony!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAO4EVMlpwM

Guess who got her NPR on?

So in June my old pal Alison--who gave me my first production gig--asked me to come in and get my "musical expertise" on (tee hee!) for a pilot she co-hosts called the Bryant Park Project.

Cut to me worrying that I was going to sound like a goddamn fool talking about what I love--music--and be consided a big old heretic. I would then be stoned to death in the middle of Union Hall or the L train. That is if my too tired to try to be hip ass found it's way on that line. Shudder.

Anyhoo, did the show, Alison made me feel totally at ease and it was blast.

Fast forward to August and I've been asked to come back...Thursday to be exact.

So below is a post to the first podcast--yep, it's a podcast for now, show doesn't go live till October--and I will attach the next one when it goes up.

Hey, everyone's a critic, right?

http://www.npr.org/blogs/bryantpark/2007/06/the_bpps_new_music_tuesday.html

Lady of Leisure: Part One

Okay, so here I go again...

I'm sorry*

I'm sorry that I'm a lazy jackhole that loves to read all up on blogs and then decides to forsake hers.

There is no reason.

I mean especially now since I QUIT my job in May and my final day in the big house was June 15.

Hallelujah and holla back.

Anyway, this is my first attempt in getting back in the game.

I mean shit, since my last post I...

...moved in with my mister and neither one of us has ended up on NY1 for some domestic violence snafu. Yes, true love does exist...

...almost died in the midst of 60,000 rapid fans for the reunited Rage Against the Machine extravaganza at Coachella. Watching my life flash--then slo-mo--in front of my eyes was kinda almost worth it...

...rolled up on Lady Miss Kier (of "Groove is in the Heart" fame...swoon)--at said Coachella--and just gushed how awesome she is. I still have that first Deee-Lite album on cassette son...

...got my Learner Permit and finally started taking driving lessons. I feel like I'm 16, need to be smoking at a Denny's and be dispondant. It's a glorious feeling...

...did I mention that not having a job thing? And that I'm taking the summer off? It's a good look...

Wow, it feels nice to be back.

Shoot, I really do feel self-important don't I?

Them the breaks.

*This apology is really for Artie. Head hanging in shame.