ankle boots + gibson at the pagoda...felt late for something, perhaps a few somethings. then again, that's local time for you.
_djing at the rapture was less painful than my snarky [long-since-evaporated] post beforehand would've had you believe. i nearly forgot to punch them altogether until that one tried to tell me his version of 'dumb waiters' was better than the furs'.
_we did think the man who positioned himself near us after our monet-chance maneuver was
michael zilkha--mostly because he contributes loads of money to the venue [it primarily houses a small theater company], but also because we are completely paranoid + delusional [which won't improve next week, not least of all because we're told he's aware of our next event].
_none of the above is actually important, because + valley girl is playing at midnight tonight + tomorrow, + on 0805 we shall all have digital video discs of it. finally.
_"It struck me at once as the finest song I'd ever heard in Burger King,' he recalls, "But lo, a stunning revelation ensued. As I sat amidst the hot snap of the grease, the pressed, urgent sizzle of raw animal flesh, the raging sexuality beneath the song's pop veneer emerged like sexy lightning-- the languid strings and demure, yet reasonable complaint with regard to one's personal comfort only served to mask the beast."
"I believe that my version hastens to foreground this, the erotic carnival hidden within Nellyville-- asking, in no uncertain terms,
'Do You Believe in Sex?'"