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So last night I went out by myself WITHOUT Beckie (or "Backie" as I misspelled last night) and Frank. They stayed home and were boring. I, on the other hand, went to Raven where I had two whiskey sours and a corona, and listened to the DJ play bad music to a mostly empty place. Then I went to a club on 14th and Washington St. I do not remember what it was called. It was a brit-pop/glam/goth(thought they played none)/shoegazer night. I had two more whiskey sours there, and got "Queen Bitch" played, right before the DJ finished his set. Woo hoo. By this time, I was trashed. So much so that I could not place which Bowie song it was which I was singing along. I left then and walked to Union Square where I thought that I would catch a train. I did not, and instead I took a cab back home. I called Frank and had him write down all my drunken ramblings so I could put them in here when I could look over them, but for the most part they are not worthy of retyping or anything here, so they will be lost.
The only things that sort of deserve to be here were the following:
*Going clubbing/drinking should always be done with someone else. Preferably a significant other, but friends will do, too. Not that one can not pick someone up at a bar or club, but most other people seem to be there with their friends or significant others, which limits the chances. At least on Wednesday nights.
*Four whiskey sours and a corona is too much to drink on an empty stomach in less than two hours.
*I need to balance my time alone and out. I had the realization that out of 8 million people in this city, how many of them am I out there meeting? None. I just sit on my ass and watch TV/movies all the time. Not that I think this is a bad thing, but not ALL the time. Are there people out there I am supposed to meet to grow? Even in just a passing meeting for only a minute or two. It's sort of like how Martin Scorsese said that we need to engulf ourselves in the masters and the work of the past, and he is right, but at the same time, that can't be all that one does. I have to go out and experience the now, to capture what is happening and being felt in the present, to document it and make it last into the future. This is what the masters did, so sitting and watching how they did it is only half the battle. If I never live it myself, then I can not duplicate all of what made them masters.
*I wrote this little poem/lyric thing while I was coming up the stairs, and Frank wrote it down for me when I got to my bed upon getting home.
I can't get up the stairs
I'm wasted, I'm wasted
Waiting for Frank to help me
I'm wasted, I'm wasted
I am all alone
My love is wasted, wasted
Think along the lines of Trent (from Daria) reciting the lyrics to his new Mystic Spiral song. That is how it sounds best.
Oh yeah, and I almost got hit by cars TWICE. It was awesome.
I was sick and passed out in the bathroom in the scummy bathtub upon getting home, but I threw everything up, so I felt ok today.
Um, and I went to Tori tonight...that was really the only news for today I think. Not that it is small news or anything. Oh, and I had Chinese food for lunch. Yum. We gothed all up for Tori. Fun...damn, I did it again. I meant "dark and gloomy." At the show Beckie and Frank sat somewhere else (in the balcony, HA!) so I did not see them once we were there. But I did see Michael and Hope who were there with their friends. He was not supposed to be there, but was, and I just happened to see him while I was waiting to get my glass of wine.
Wampum Prayer
A Sorta Fairytale
Caught A Lite Sneeze
Pancake
Cornflake Girl
Honey
Take To The Sky
Black-Dove (January)
Wednesday
***
"Scary Ladies" improv
Winter
Icicle
Landslide
***
Strange
Spark
Sweet Sangria
Rattlesnakes
Precious Things
I Can't See New York
Iieee
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Taxi Ride
Tear In Your Hand
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Talula
Putting The Damage On
This is quite possibly the best setlist I have seen of hers. Though she is always phenomenal. But it seems like the last two shows (the ones in NY) were much longer, based on archived setlists. Very nice to get some of my favorites out, especially "Tear in Your Hand" which is my favorite Tori song of all time. She did totally avoid To Venus and Back which I thought was strange, but then again, she has so many albums and b-sides that she can never do everything.
We went to dinner (sort of, it was midnight) at the Tick Tock Diner at 34th and 8th, which is not close to Radio City at all, but most of the stuff around there was sadly closed, so that is where we ended up. We played the "in my pants" game with Bowie songs, and came up with some really good ones, particularly
"No Control...in my pants"
"See Emily Play...in my pants"
"Little Wonder...in my pants"
"Boys Keep Swinging...in my pants"
"Slow Burn...in my pants"
"Looking for Lester...in my pants"
and others...it was a whole hour of conversation, listing Bowie songs and adding "in my pants" to them. You can too. Here is a list of all Bowie songs have fun. There was a TW thread about it, but I am not going to look for it, nor will I posta link to it. Deal with it all you people who are mad at me for that. So pthththth!
Frank and I are gonna make a glam mix now, but it is late. Perhaps we will do it tomorrow if I fall asleep. Beckie already is.
The only things that sort of deserve to be here were the following:
*Going clubbing/drinking should always be done with someone else. Preferably a significant other, but friends will do, too. Not that one can not pick someone up at a bar or club, but most other people seem to be there with their friends or significant others, which limits the chances. At least on Wednesday nights.
*Four whiskey sours and a corona is too much to drink on an empty stomach in less than two hours.
*I need to balance my time alone and out. I had the realization that out of 8 million people in this city, how many of them am I out there meeting? None. I just sit on my ass and watch TV/movies all the time. Not that I think this is a bad thing, but not ALL the time. Are there people out there I am supposed to meet to grow? Even in just a passing meeting for only a minute or two. It's sort of like how Martin Scorsese said that we need to engulf ourselves in the masters and the work of the past, and he is right, but at the same time, that can't be all that one does. I have to go out and experience the now, to capture what is happening and being felt in the present, to document it and make it last into the future. This is what the masters did, so sitting and watching how they did it is only half the battle. If I never live it myself, then I can not duplicate all of what made them masters.
*I wrote this little poem/lyric thing while I was coming up the stairs, and Frank wrote it down for me when I got to my bed upon getting home.
I can't get up the stairs
I'm wasted, I'm wasted
Waiting for Frank to help me
I'm wasted, I'm wasted
I am all alone
My love is wasted, wasted
Think along the lines of Trent (from Daria) reciting the lyrics to his new Mystic Spiral song. That is how it sounds best.
Oh yeah, and I almost got hit by cars TWICE. It was awesome.
I was sick and passed out in the bathroom in the scummy bathtub upon getting home, but I threw everything up, so I felt ok today.
Um, and I went to Tori tonight...that was really the only news for today I think. Not that it is small news or anything. Oh, and I had Chinese food for lunch. Yum. We gothed all up for Tori. Fun...damn, I did it again. I meant "dark and gloomy." At the show Beckie and Frank sat somewhere else (in the balcony, HA!) so I did not see them once we were there. But I did see Michael and Hope who were there with their friends. He was not supposed to be there, but was, and I just happened to see him while I was waiting to get my glass of wine.
Wampum Prayer
A Sorta Fairytale
Caught A Lite Sneeze
Pancake
Cornflake Girl
Honey
Take To The Sky
Black-Dove (January)
Wednesday
***
"Scary Ladies" improv
Winter
Icicle
Landslide
***
Strange
Spark
Sweet Sangria
Rattlesnakes
Precious Things
I Can't See New York
Iieee
------------------
Taxi Ride
Tear In Your Hand
------------------
Talula
Putting The Damage On
This is quite possibly the best setlist I have seen of hers. Though she is always phenomenal. But it seems like the last two shows (the ones in NY) were much longer, based on archived setlists. Very nice to get some of my favorites out, especially "Tear in Your Hand" which is my favorite Tori song of all time. She did totally avoid To Venus and Back which I thought was strange, but then again, she has so many albums and b-sides that she can never do everything.
We went to dinner (sort of, it was midnight) at the Tick Tock Diner at 34th and 8th, which is not close to Radio City at all, but most of the stuff around there was sadly closed, so that is where we ended up. We played the "in my pants" game with Bowie songs, and came up with some really good ones, particularly
"No Control...in my pants"
"See Emily Play...in my pants"
"Little Wonder...in my pants"
"Boys Keep Swinging...in my pants"
"Slow Burn...in my pants"
"Looking for Lester...in my pants"
and others...it was a whole hour of conversation, listing Bowie songs and adding "in my pants" to them. You can too. Here is a list of all Bowie songs have fun. There was a TW thread about it, but I am not going to look for it, nor will I posta link to it. Deal with it all you people who are mad at me for that. So pthththth!
Frank and I are gonna make a glam mix now, but it is late. Perhaps we will do it tomorrow if I fall asleep. Beckie already is.