Eff you Shane Bartell!

No. I love you. I just now heard of you but I can't get enough of yo pretty voice. A song called " If Only I could get my Head out of the Gutter?" Ahhh. He's from Austin, Texas and he was here in NYC @ the Rockwood Music Hall AND the Delancey..but alas I am a month too late in this discovery! His song Crashlanding=HAPPYHAPPY in that depressing way. Like a Cure song maybe. He made this Saturday night loser at home, alone, exhausted, unstable, and in general a goddamn MESS, well, feel a wee bit better. His voice is gonna put worker bee to sleep..let the children in bars in the LES drink and be merry and cavort. I'm running on only so few hrs sleepage. I will call it a DAY GOOD SIR.

If Only I Could get my Head out of the Gutter

Listen to it. It's pretty.

So, this week I came down with the goddman ebola virus. Okay, maybe my eyeballs weren't bleeding, but it was a virus of superhuman strength and I was basically immobilized for 2 days. Aries are prone to illnesses and conditions pertaining to the head and neck I've read, and that always seems to be the source of my problems. Whether it be an ughy cold or a mental breakdown, the stupid ol' head is always behind it. I'm feeling a bit more my ol' Bunny self, just enough to go see my favoritest nyc band tonite..maybe toss back a few whiskeys..you know, for the throat. Check 'em. Love 'em. I stole this from their drummer's MySpace profile..



That's probably my favorite song of theirs too, how GOOD is that?! And they're all cuties.

I'm in love with this band, the Purrs (they have this song "Get on With Your Life" which should pretty much be my theme song). I'm NOT in love with the job opportunities in this dizzamn city. I'm in love with meeting up with old friends after a year of noncorrespondence. I'm NOT in love with Tropical Fruit flavored Halls cough drops. I'm in love with Fall in Nyc.

Although, let me teeell you, NO more after-afterhours bars for this lil' girly, cos she gets into all types of trubs. Did you know there are crazy bars chock to the brim with hipsters at like 6 in AM on Saturdays?! Well, I guess I did but I haven't experienced it too much. Nor should I. I'm like a kid in a freakin candystore. But at 6 AM in the morning, half dressed and allz drunk. No really, I've learned my lesson.

Pink stuff will be the death of me

UGH, now I need $ not only for concerts and maybe a fucking jacket, but for this!! Wifey sent me a text the day it was announced as I was home, probably alternately surfing Craigslist and watching TiVoed episodes of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia (um, only the greatest show since Arrested Developement!) saying, "Check out the new pink iPod." WHAT. DAMMIT! Now, my first iPod was the first pink mini, named Lil' Bunnygirl (hehe) and I loved that lil wonder till she ran outta life after 2 and a half years. I've been diggin my lil' nano (Lil' Bunnygirl 2) but I mean I WANT THIS:



Darn thing is teeny! And sooooo bright piiiiink!! Ok. Now I need to not be so poor.

Moving on.

I wanted to be a promotion intern for Filter YES that Filter my beloved mag..but it didn't work out. I have done the street team hanging up posters thing, and lemme tell ya it ended with me putting up 3 posters and then giving up and settin the rest down at a concert, getting a beer, and promptly forgetting. Now, I promote a lot just naturally by dragging people to shows and going to shows and talking and blah blah and whatever, but putting up posters, uuuuugh. And I really LOVE that magazine, I even did a cover design for it in school (with my babies Elefant starring, hehe)!

Moving on.

I listen to Camper Van Beethoven's "That Gum You Like" over and over until it's all I sing to myself all day. It's so adorable or something, I dunno..then I listen to "Take the Skinheads Bowling" and piddle my pants. Those effers are GOOD and they're actually playing Irving FUCKING Plaza in the beginning of October!!! But they're sold out. Boo! That's okay, cos I gotta save a couple bucks to see these good ol' bastards



YEAH. THE VIOLENT FEMMES. FUCK. I can just hear the "Country Death Song" now..Ahhhh...Damn hell, wasn't everyone like ISSUED they're Add it Up cd in junior high?? Like, that shit is the stuff of adolesence.

Oh it's a long while, from May to December

and the days grow short when you reach September.

I can't say I'm happy about going to Manhattan today, I'd rather sit on my stoop in Brooklyn. Maybe have a 40 of Colt for old times' sake. The weather is pretty perfect. But it's an ugly date. I think about it and most people that shared that traumatic experience aren't in Brooklyn anymore..I miss 'em a lil.

Anyways, the new Fall weather feels wonderful and the staleness of summer is over..but it also brings up the impending doom of winter. LOOOOOONG winter, where I have to wear coats to concerts and layers and layers. And then let's not even TALK right now of the holiday season. UGH. Bleugh.

Oh, the days trickle down to a precious few.

Ahhhh

I bought the VHS of the Church's video collection off ebay a couple years ago, for like ten bucks. I played it over and over for about a week and drove my roomies bonkers. This one just makes me so happy. Happy like a million kitty stickers for serious.

Me and sleep are officially divorced

I just saw the unedited remake of "the Hills have Eyes." Now, I watch, and enjoy, many really really fucked up horror and exploitaton movies. I don't know, it's a gross little quirk I have, I can't explain how it goes along with the rest of my personality, with the ponies and stickers and pink and whatnot. I'm such an enigma, oh yeah. But for serious, I really hope I can get a good nights rest. EVER AGAIN. Normally, I reccomend horror movies to people I know would be offended. I made my parents watch "Texas Chainsaw, the Next Generation" with me, I'm a jerk like that. But man, if you have any shred of human decency in you, please do not watch that movie, I mean, jeebus. That was some SHIT. I'm exhausted from just the sheer intensity of a MOVIE. I need to listen to the Little Mermaid soundtrack or something to negate that shit. Just, like, PHEW!

And for some sick reason now I'm compelled to see the original..Oh, and this from the girl who watched "In her Shoes" and blubbered like an effing baby earlier today. Something is wrong with this picture.

Alert the media: I am useless

I've just realized I pretty much know an exorbitant amount about these things:

David Bowie/Echo and the Bunnymen/the Church/ the Cure

Asian veggie cuisine

Horror/ Exploitation/ B movies

Pop culture ( Paris got arrested for DUI?! Suri in the mags?!)/ Reality tv ( Flava of Love..oh lord help me..FLAVOR OF LOVE)

Horses

Cartoons

Weirdos who perfected their niches like Joe Bob Briggs, Crispin Glover, and Bruce Campbel (kinda related to the horror thang)

Alcohol/ cocktails/ beers/ malt wines ( Mad Dog 20/20, Wild Irish Rose, whatta knowledge to have)

Pop Art

Dorothy Parker/ Albert Camus/ Bertolt Brecht/ Anne Sexton

I need to channel this into my designing. I need to start designing again. I need to start thinking again. I need to KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS AGAIN. These are the ramblings of a Sparks addled concert junkie.

These are the things I need to know nothing about:

Money/ Budget/ Savings

Boys (men??)

Making and keeping good career contacts ( aka, not going out and drinking with them)

Excercise ( I think I'm getting a beer belly and I miss volleyball and my elliptical machine)

Responsibility



....I'm excited for a show tomorrow. Sigh.