Her brother is about to enter cupcake rehab:
This reminds me of Danny way too much!
F
30.9.07
A Birthday Warning
While it is this pretty girl's birthday:
Her brother is about to enter cupcake rehab:
This reminds me of Danny way too much!
F
Her brother is about to enter cupcake rehab:
This reminds me of Danny way too much!
F
26.9.07
Control.
The other night, while walking in Chinatown with G and Evan, I saw something that caught my eye. it was a ripped Village Voice Ad promoting their screening of CONTROL. This week. I stopped, Emailed the the rsvp thing from my Blackberry and went to that shithole noodletown and never thought of the screening again, probably cause of the truamatic experionce of that asshole ridden noodletown. Anyhow, yesterday while at work, i received a confirmation for this screening which was happening in a few hours. Without thinking, I dropped everything and ran and got Irene (sorry Brandt, I have to live with her). I have missed several screenings over the last few months, so i was hoping this would be the one as I would not be in town when it opened here and it's not exactly getting the wide release.
Long story short, we get to the Chelsea on 23rd street and fuck me, it's the NY premiere of this fucking thing and the screening tickets line was LONG. And we got there early too. I was convinced we weren't going to make it in, but sure enough, even after the start time, we were in the second to last row after being given tickets for seats that didn't exist int he theatre. Whatever.
Harvey Weinstien said some words that I couldn't give a shit about, but then Anton Corbjin came on and you could tell he was excited. of course, they didn't bring anyone from Joy Division to the NY premiere, though according to Hooky's blog, he heard that the film company wanted JD to "reunite" to play. Idiots. Some of the actors were there, including the guy who played Hooky.
Ok so the movie. I fucking loved it. Everything you've heard about it is true. It looks beautiful, the actors are super (they finally get a good movie Hooky, and again, Rob Gretton is the best character an actor can play in a movie), and the music is great. I would say the band and the music mean something the majority of you reading this, and becaue of that, the movie will mean a great deal more to you than the casual viewer. I thought the portrayal of Ian was very balanced and pulled no punches. He was conflicted. He was ill. He was a nice guy and then sometimes a big douche. It's there. Plus you can just feel Samantha Morton just raise the bar with every scene shes in. I have few complaints, none worth really getting into here and big kudos to the actors for learning how to play the instruments. It felt very fresh the movie has a great deal of, well, heart and soul. New Order's soundtracky stuff, which comes later into the movie, is very powerful when matched with the visuals. And goddamit the music cue, Atmosphere, at the end (cause you know what happens) just pulled the tears out of my eyes and totally changed the song for me. Powerful stuff. I don't know the fuck anyone from that band sat through this movie. Amazing. Maybe movie of the year.
So my apologies to Brandt for not seeing it with him. Please forgive me. I will take you and Al to see it. If I'm out of town, then I will give you the money to see it, but I really do want to see it again. Then we will go to Bozu. Your treat. Cause I got it last week. Anyway, sorry, but it will be my treat.
F
Long story short, we get to the Chelsea on 23rd street and fuck me, it's the NY premiere of this fucking thing and the screening tickets line was LONG. And we got there early too. I was convinced we weren't going to make it in, but sure enough, even after the start time, we were in the second to last row after being given tickets for seats that didn't exist int he theatre. Whatever.
Harvey Weinstien said some words that I couldn't give a shit about, but then Anton Corbjin came on and you could tell he was excited. of course, they didn't bring anyone from Joy Division to the NY premiere, though according to Hooky's blog, he heard that the film company wanted JD to "reunite" to play. Idiots. Some of the actors were there, including the guy who played Hooky.
Ok so the movie. I fucking loved it. Everything you've heard about it is true. It looks beautiful, the actors are super (they finally get a good movie Hooky, and again, Rob Gretton is the best character an actor can play in a movie), and the music is great. I would say the band and the music mean something the majority of you reading this, and becaue of that, the movie will mean a great deal more to you than the casual viewer. I thought the portrayal of Ian was very balanced and pulled no punches. He was conflicted. He was ill. He was a nice guy and then sometimes a big douche. It's there. Plus you can just feel Samantha Morton just raise the bar with every scene shes in. I have few complaints, none worth really getting into here and big kudos to the actors for learning how to play the instruments. It felt very fresh the movie has a great deal of, well, heart and soul. New Order's soundtracky stuff, which comes later into the movie, is very powerful when matched with the visuals. And goddamit the music cue, Atmosphere, at the end (cause you know what happens) just pulled the tears out of my eyes and totally changed the song for me. Powerful stuff. I don't know the fuck anyone from that band sat through this movie. Amazing. Maybe movie of the year.
So my apologies to Brandt for not seeing it with him. Please forgive me. I will take you and Al to see it. If I'm out of town, then I will give you the money to see it, but I really do want to see it again. Then we will go to Bozu. Your treat. Cause I got it last week. Anyway, sorry, but it will be my treat.
F
22.9.07
Checking In On Your Ass
What can I tell you. It's all been a blur and it's only getting blurrier. From now until the rest of the year, this blog will probably only be update sporadically. The why's and how's are known to most of you who know me in non blog life, and for the rest of you, it will make sense in January 09. Let it also be known that all of the reasons are good ones and that it will all eventually make sense...Perhaps if you read the post entitled "Essential Reading", you will be further educated on the life and times of your hero.
Anyhow, I've been traveling again. Most of this week was spent in LA. It was fun. Before I left, I hung out with Irene and worked on music with B and watched all the wrestling I missed from my last adventure. It was the longest stretch I had been in NY since June or so. A whole 10 days. I'ts becoming quite a routine, and a lot of things, like this blog, fall by the wayside in my absence. It's difficult. However, I try to sneak in the trips to Brandt's on my free evenings when Irene is working and usually I have enough music to work on in the laptop while flying. Now I am here till the 30th and it's off again, this time to the first trip to New Mexico.
I've reached that stage where the schedule makes it hard to keep track of things, like movies or album releases, people's lives, current events, etc. Luckily, I have an understanding family, a supportive girlfriend, and group of friends who refuse to give up on me and continue to give me some semblance of a social life (though I think they are fishing for information on the actresses I know), and a bandmate who keeps things moving and adjusts to my rare appearances. So big thanks to you all.
Somethings to do and don't:
I DON"T enjoy the new Ian Brown album. It is boring. I put it on for Danny and Evan tonight and they both fell asleep.
I DO enjoy the new Dave Gahan single and have high hopes for it.
i DON'T enjoy the Benny Chan directed INVISIBLE TARGET which is way too long, melodramatic but with occasional bursts of awesome action. But not enough.
I DO enjoy Dead Waiter's BROKEN BEATS EP and actually just got him to do a remix for HF.
i DON'T enjoy Noodletown. Evan and Danny made me go there. I felt like I cheated on my wife but not going to The Bo. The service was so rude (and I am pretty tolerant) that I refused to put money down at all for the meal.
I DO enjoy flying the new Virgin America.
I DON'T enjoy Soda Stereo not booking a NY show.
I DO enjoy seeing Kruger for a half hour in LA.
I DON'T like not seeing my nephew.
I DO miss Jerry.
I'll be back eventually.
F
Anyhow, I've been traveling again. Most of this week was spent in LA. It was fun. Before I left, I hung out with Irene and worked on music with B and watched all the wrestling I missed from my last adventure. It was the longest stretch I had been in NY since June or so. A whole 10 days. I'ts becoming quite a routine, and a lot of things, like this blog, fall by the wayside in my absence. It's difficult. However, I try to sneak in the trips to Brandt's on my free evenings when Irene is working and usually I have enough music to work on in the laptop while flying. Now I am here till the 30th and it's off again, this time to the first trip to New Mexico.
I've reached that stage where the schedule makes it hard to keep track of things, like movies or album releases, people's lives, current events, etc. Luckily, I have an understanding family, a supportive girlfriend, and group of friends who refuse to give up on me and continue to give me some semblance of a social life (though I think they are fishing for information on the actresses I know), and a bandmate who keeps things moving and adjusts to my rare appearances. So big thanks to you all.
Somethings to do and don't:
I DON"T enjoy the new Ian Brown album. It is boring. I put it on for Danny and Evan tonight and they both fell asleep.
I DO enjoy the new Dave Gahan single and have high hopes for it.
i DON'T enjoy the Benny Chan directed INVISIBLE TARGET which is way too long, melodramatic but with occasional bursts of awesome action. But not enough.
I DO enjoy Dead Waiter's BROKEN BEATS EP and actually just got him to do a remix for HF.
i DON'T enjoy Noodletown. Evan and Danny made me go there. I felt like I cheated on my wife but not going to The Bo. The service was so rude (and I am pretty tolerant) that I refused to put money down at all for the meal.
I DO enjoy flying the new Virgin America.
I DON'T enjoy Soda Stereo not booking a NY show.
I DO enjoy seeing Kruger for a half hour in LA.
I DON'T like not seeing my nephew.
I DO miss Jerry.
I'll be back eventually.
F
20.9.07
13.9.07
Food Weekend.
Jesus, where did I leave off. Sorry to be out of touch. Since I came back from Rhode Island, it was a whirlwind of activity. I raced back via Amtrak for Irene's birthday on Friday. I made it back just in time and just after putting my bags down, we went to this new place on Bowery, an Italian place called GEMMA that Irene had been dying to try. It's hard for me to grasp this place because of the location. like 10 years ago, the aggression were drinking with homeless people on this corner and now I'm sitting al fresco sipping wine and eating fritto misto. Surreal. Where the fuck is New York?? Anyhow, the fact that the place was great really helped overcome the sense of longing for being accosted by homelesses. This place was really good, but we didn't have a lot of time to enjoy it as we had to run BACK up the block to Webster Hall...
I know, Webster Hall. The worst. But despite the moronic bartenders, the overpriced drinks and the douche clientele Editors came and brought it. It's been great watching this band evolve. When we first saw them, they were shy kids who seemed hesitant to let go despite bringing a warm wall of big noise. Now, two albums in and a lot of festivals under their belts, they know how to work a room like pros, especially Tom Smith, who now has come into his own as a frontman. I really enjoyed the new songs live as they are BIIIIIIG and worked really well, and I give them a lot of credit for playing an ambitious set and bringing a newfound sense of showmanship to the proceedings. If they can deliver a strong third album, arenas are certainly their future in the UK. You can only go that way after 3 sold out nights at Brixton. Epic. (Photos by IB)
The rest of the weekend was spent being as lazy as possibly before engaging in several Irene Birthday Dinner Related Events. The first was a wine tasting on Saturday Night at her friend Anjuli's. I like Irene's friends a lot to begin with already, especially the handsome man known as Roger, but goddamn they love the quality food. Literally every time I soclialize with these folks, we have sick awesome food. This was no exception. They had great wine and prepared some quality stuff. Check it out:
I let the pix do the talking here. Then on Sunday, we met up with my folks and we went to Perilla, which is some awesome Italian that Irene had been dying to try cause someone from Top Chef owns it or something, It's right next door to Record Runner and it's REALLY good. Wow. This was a great meal.
I swear all I did was eat good shit this whole weekend.
Then on Monday, Irene got on a train and left for DC to see KAT, ther BFF from BITD (Back In The Day). Quality lady, that Kat. While they did that, I didn't deviate too far from the regular routine: Wrestling, Pluck, Comics, Music, etc. You know.
More eventually.
F
12.9.07
11.9.07
Gold Street Boys Birthday Exchange
INT - MOGWORLD. Night
DANNY sits on leather love seat reading US Magazine. Laid back. Lazy. F.J. and THE KIDD play a heated game old school Nintendo hockey on the couch while EVAN is squashed next to them, snoring.
F.J. has a realization that he has forgotten something. He runs to the dining table, grabs an envelope and excitedly hands it to Danny.
F.J.
I forgot to give you this! Happy Birthday, guy, this is from me and Irene.
DANNY
(without much energy)
What the fuck is this?
Danny opens the envelope to find an Amtrack gift certificate. He looks, puzzled
DANNY
(mumbles)
I didn't even get you anything...why would you even do this?
F.J.
(to the others)
Irene had this great idea, to give Danny a gift thing to Amtrak so he can visit his nephew when they move to Newport
THE KIDD
Oh that's awesome what a great idea!
Evan continues to snore while Danny just stares at it without any emotion. long SILENCE. Kidd and F.J. stare at Danny.
DANNY
...this probably doesn't even GO to Newport...
Kidd and F.J. stare in disbelief as Danny goes back to reading US.
Ok, this is a true story and this led to significant ball busting from me and The Kidd towards this ungrateful anus. Then today I received this Email...
From: dan_hamill
Subject: What G does NOT stand for
Date: September 11, 2007 9:55:10 AM EDT
To: FJD
Gracious when Getting Gifts.
I thank you and Oh my lord thanks you.
G
10.9.07
HIDE YOUR WIVES
This guy ROCKED Ash's wedding:
I think hes a fake uncle, like Danny will be to my kid someday. Someday.
I think hes a fake uncle, like Danny will be to my kid someday. Someday.
6.9.07
Where In The World....
Anyhow. Now where? Rhode Island. Yep. But this is quick jaunt. Gotta be back for Irene birthday events and Editors at Webster, which I'm really psyched for. I've been trying to take things easy, be a little bit social, watch some wrestling (what the fuck with all these suspensions, jesus, KENNNEDY!), and get ready for the CURB season premiere this weekend. Hey, asshole, I got new glasses, check em out:
Believe this shit or not, PUMA makes them. Who the hell knew they made glasses.
Finally got back to B's last night. First, that anus took me out to dinner for my birthday, to our hang out, Dokebi where I grilled some pork, drank some Kurosawa, and low and behold who the fuck comes in for some Shabu with his missus than Chris Karloff himself. Yes, Chris Karloff. Ex Kasabian, the artsy one who wrote the cool innovative shit. Man, I really wanted to chat him up, but he was eating and thats just rude. However, that hood is a small place and maybe we will see him again. Who knows.
Then we worked on the tunes and we worked on a new tune. B had this shit floating the last week or so and he was talking nonstop about it and he wanted to fucking "jam" so I decided to indulge him. Boy I'm glad I did cause he got his dance on and your hero got to play some serial bass over this dance musics. It was rather awesome. I recorded a few parts and felt genuinely enthusiastic about this tune, which has yet to be title, though the infamous LIST was consulted. All I can say, there was a lot of discussion about maybe developing this song for the album, and I feel this could be our BLUE MONDAY. Stay tuned.
Now my dumb ass is watching Chris Benoit's dad on LARRY KING. Guts me.
F
Believe this shit or not, PUMA makes them. Who the hell knew they made glasses.
Finally got back to B's last night. First, that anus took me out to dinner for my birthday, to our hang out, Dokebi where I grilled some pork, drank some Kurosawa, and low and behold who the fuck comes in for some Shabu with his missus than Chris Karloff himself. Yes, Chris Karloff. Ex Kasabian, the artsy one who wrote the cool innovative shit. Man, I really wanted to chat him up, but he was eating and thats just rude. However, that hood is a small place and maybe we will see him again. Who knows.
Then we worked on the tunes and we worked on a new tune. B had this shit floating the last week or so and he was talking nonstop about it and he wanted to fucking "jam" so I decided to indulge him. Boy I'm glad I did cause he got his dance on and your hero got to play some serial bass over this dance musics. It was rather awesome. I recorded a few parts and felt genuinely enthusiastic about this tune, which has yet to be title, though the infamous LIST was consulted. All I can say, there was a lot of discussion about maybe developing this song for the album, and I feel this could be our BLUE MONDAY. Stay tuned.
Now my dumb ass is watching Chris Benoit's dad on LARRY KING. Guts me.
F
3.9.07
"It Looks Like Forgiveness"
A slow pace was the name of the game this weekend. Domestic things took precedent and with B out of town, there was no music to be had (at least in the studio). Thus I got some quality time in at home, was lucky to be cooked for, taken to The Bo and then Irene and I took in SUPERBAD which is super fucking funny and just another great comedy to add to the increasingly long list of Apatow awesomeness. The only way I can describe it is that the movie is about Lurch, Danny and some fat kid who is a weird semi gay hybrid of The Kidd and I (the character has all the charm of the Kidd but all the abusive qualities I am famous for, oh you know). Anyway, this is funny shit. And Lizzie from UNDECLARED has the best cameo ever....See it to believe it.
I kept it lazy on Saturday, I fucking rocked out on the old school Blade of Steel Nintendo game until it was time to grab some afternoon drinkies with Lurch, Evan, Danny and The Kidd at Loreley. It was the long awaited Dirty Five celebration of men. Man, their pretzels were awesome at Loreley. Love that shit. Then it gets better as we made the long awaited return to Wonton Garden for noodles and budweisers and fuck awesome dumplings. We filled it up. But then it gets BETTER as we took it way down low to the old school as the pac brought it to the motherfucking LODGE for the first time in years. It is unchanged, however, Vincent was not bartending, replaced on this evening by some crazy chick who breathes fire. For real. She did this a few times and it was impressive. Danny discussed what he called "Earth Danny Three" quite a bit. The Kidd supposedly invented a shot that we had, which was actually quite fucking awesome, but the later round, something pink, sucked balls and knocked me on my ass. Even Evan drank. Then, knowing I had an important lunch with my friend Frank the next day. I just walked out. I don't remember even saying goodbye to the guys. Well, goodbye assholes and thank you for taking good care of Danny and I for our birthdays. Quality.
Then I barely made my lunch today. Exhaustion and Booze and Noodles knocked me on my ass I guess. But I spent the afternoon with Frank, which was a blast and then I visited Dave and bought some shit. Then I grabbed Irene, met my folks at Koi and ate retarded amounts of sushi. Feeling beat, we came home and watched BLADES OF GLORY and laughed our asses off.
And here I am. Tired. Listening to Richard Hawley, who's new album is really good. More travel this week but only for a few days. Gotta be back for Irene's birthday and Editors at Webster, which both happen to fall on the same day. Can't wait to get back to the music. Ok go to bed, asshole.
F
I kept it lazy on Saturday, I fucking rocked out on the old school Blade of Steel Nintendo game until it was time to grab some afternoon drinkies with Lurch, Evan, Danny and The Kidd at Loreley. It was the long awaited Dirty Five celebration of men. Man, their pretzels were awesome at Loreley. Love that shit. Then it gets better as we made the long awaited return to Wonton Garden for noodles and budweisers and fuck awesome dumplings. We filled it up. But then it gets BETTER as we took it way down low to the old school as the pac brought it to the motherfucking LODGE for the first time in years. It is unchanged, however, Vincent was not bartending, replaced on this evening by some crazy chick who breathes fire. For real. She did this a few times and it was impressive. Danny discussed what he called "Earth Danny Three" quite a bit. The Kidd supposedly invented a shot that we had, which was actually quite fucking awesome, but the later round, something pink, sucked balls and knocked me on my ass. Even Evan drank. Then, knowing I had an important lunch with my friend Frank the next day. I just walked out. I don't remember even saying goodbye to the guys. Well, goodbye assholes and thank you for taking good care of Danny and I for our birthdays. Quality.
Then I barely made my lunch today. Exhaustion and Booze and Noodles knocked me on my ass I guess. But I spent the afternoon with Frank, which was a blast and then I visited Dave and bought some shit. Then I grabbed Irene, met my folks at Koi and ate retarded amounts of sushi. Feeling beat, we came home and watched BLADES OF GLORY and laughed our asses off.
And here I am. Tired. Listening to Richard Hawley, who's new album is really good. More travel this week but only for a few days. Gotta be back for Irene's birthday and Editors at Webster, which both happen to fall on the same day. Can't wait to get back to the music. Ok go to bed, asshole.
F