Just now I was at a gas station and the radio there was playing a godawful version of the medicore Animals song "Love Is All Around". I know it because Mikey Mills sang a cover of it on the R.E.M. episode of Unplugged. Remember that show? No? Then you are young. And I am old. Anyway, it made me think of high school, so that was something.
Last Wednesday I went to see a screening of Gigantic at Tami's theater. And then John & John were there to do a little Q&A afterwards. They were so witty and clever! I couldn't think of anything to ask until the very end, when I realized I should have asked if Dan Miller was seeing anybody, because 1) it would have gotten a laugh (I think), and getting laughs is what I'm all about, and 2) I really would like to know. The last time I saw They Might Be Giants (at the Valentine's Day show at Joe's Pub in New York, I'll post pictures eventually I swear) Dan was cleaning up the cords and cables and such after the show, and I asked if I could take a picture with him, and he said yes, but the picture didn't come out, which is sort of a shame. But I know he stood there with his arm around my waist. I know.
Oh, and the documentary was so good! I mean I figured I would like it anyway, because I'm just that kind of sucker, but man, it was really good and funny and stuff! The only thing I wished they would have touched upon was their solo stuff, but I don't think that was a glaring omission, because it'as a documentary about the band. I am just curious about that sort of thing. In the q&a somebody asked them if their solo stuff was . . . I dunno, more representative of themselves, or something, and Linnell was like "oh yeah, State Songs is what I really want to do, this They Might Be Giants thing is just commercial bullshit" which was hilarious. Also I would have liked to have seen their wives. Linnell's out of curiousity, and Flansy's because . . . well, she does stuff, so I want to see what she's like. But I suppose that's not really any of our business either. Hey, Linnell named his son Henry, and that's what I named my
Speaking of pets with people-names, I found out a while ago via Jeff's Criterion DVD of F&L in LV that Hunter S. Thompson had a bird named Edward, so that TOTALLY SEALS IT and I'm definitely naming my first daughter Edward, and there's nothing you can do about it. I figure that if I do get pregnant, it will probably be by accident and I either won't be able to figure out who the father is, or he'll run away, so there should be no reason to have to convince anyone else of what a great name for a girl Edward is.
On Tuesday we went to see the City Rhythm Orchestra on the Camden Waterfront. "We" being Neil, Kelly, Jeff, Mitchell, Vince, and myself. It was REALLY AWESOME because it was SO LOUD. They have a bunch of horns that blew the shit out my ears. And Joey DeFrancesco (son of Papa John DeFrancesco, duh) played the organ and he's apparently the best jazz organist in the universe or something, and he ROOLED. And the concert was free, and there was a food stand outside that sold jerk chicken and jerk pork and fried fish sandwiches and red beans and rice and the like. I didn't get any food but I wanted to, real bad. Jeff had the fried fish sandwich and I had a bite and it was fried and fishy and good. I had some homemade fruit punch which was very sweet, but delicious. If we see another concert this summer, I think I'll treat myself to jerk chicken kebobs. (P.S. Neilz' account (with pix plz thx) here).
I'm thinking of buying a house, but I'm not sure. I'll have to save up some money for a down payment. And the monthly mortgage payments will probably be a little more than what I'm paying for rent, AND the utilities will be higher, AND all the other shit that goes along with owning a house. But what mostly concerns me is just all the . . . stuff. All the maitenance stuff. I mean, I can't keep my tiny apartment clean, you know? What if my place looks like shit all the time? Especially outside, that would be horrible. So I don't know. I have to think about it. My lease is up at the end of August, I'll be on a month-by-month after that if I haven't figured out what I'm doing by then.
It's funny, I always thought that owning a house was terrifying. "I'm not good with committment," I'd say, because I'm not, I guess. And I always thought that I wanted to be able to leave at any moment, pick up and go, no real obligations, I am young, yadda yadda yadda. But then a few months ago I thought about it, and instead of making a face like I once would have done, I thought, hmm, that would be quite swell! Committment shmamittment. I mean really, who cares? What's the big deal? If I want to move, I'll sell the house. I'm not very spontaneous anyway. And I'm tired of giving my money to an apartment complex that irks me all the time.
Also I want my own washer and dryer.