Monday, July 21, 2008
The Rest Of July In Review
Hello blog. It has been too long.
Solo electric shows this Wednesday and Thursday in Hoboken NJ. Maxwell's 30th anniversary series. I played there a lot. I ate there a lot. I lived there (upstairs) for a bit. Maxwell's holds a lot of meaning for me. Tickets here.
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July 4, a fun pool party and cookout co-hosted by Clickboo. Families with children, men with boyfriends, other assorted folks, everyone played well together. Ruphus saved me (and others) from drowning. You have him to thank, for this blog update. Sunday, another pool party, this time in suburban Baltimore. Lots of my MD buds in attendance. The hosting of an NYC pal on Monday, No Age ruling DC on Tuesday, and heavy studio work for the rest of the week.
Saturday, VACATION. Yes, a bona fide vacation - or as close as I get to one. Bear Week in Provincetown MA. Morning, we flew from DCA to Boston, rode the Silver Line T, then ferried over to Ptown. Lots of pals from around the country were on the boat as well; the party was already starting. What had I gotten myself into?
Once the boat landed in Ptown, we walked 6 minutes to our accommodations. The top floor of a bay front house, with an outdoor deck, a grill, a kayak, and direct access to the water. We headed over to check on friends who had rented a house nearby, lunch, then off to the Boatslip for the first of seven consecutive teas. (Don't call it happy hour.) BLOWOFF was scheduled for the following Tuesday night, so it was nice to see the space before hand.
From tea on out, the rest of the trip became one big social event, marked off by a few highlights. Monday, a way too long bike ride, without sunscreen, around the Cape. I never fully recovered from that escapade; I was trying for days to rehydrate. Tuesday's BLOWOFF was incredible fun. More than 1000 people showed up, and many folks were buzzing about it for the rest of the week. Great sets, near full moon over the bay, super fun crowd who came to dance, a special night. Wednesday, Fagbash was good fun. A locals party, mixed crowd, all types of music. Thursday night, a long walk on the breakwater. The moon was bright as a streetlight, and I mut have walked at least a mile out into the bay.
Friday, the R Cruise boat pulled into the harbor. All of a sudden, lots of parents with kids. We skipped out of tea a bit early, even with the rumor of a "surprise" Kathy Griffin set at the Boatslip. Instead, while sitting downtown for tea, we spot Lea Delaria (in the street selling tickets to her own show), Martine Navratllova, and the duo of Russ the Intern (Leno) and (I think it was) KT Tunstall. Oliver, too.
At dusk, a large storm wrapped around the Cape. We walked into the water to watch the sky; rain falling to either side of us, and wind to die for. Another attempt to walk to the breakwater, thwarted by a serious crack of thunder. We doubled back, lounged briefly at Spiritus, then sped up the walk home to make it just before the sky opened up. Hours of heavy rain, lightning, and wind. A great way to close out the sunny week. Bear Week was a fun time spent with a great group of guys. I made a lot of new pals, and played nice with a few folks I don't particularly care for. I spent lots of time and money at Frappo 66, Joe, and Wired Puppy. I still can't believe I made it to all seven tea dances - that is really gay. But that's part of what vacation in Ptown is about.
Pictures can be viewed here.
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Watching Al Gore on Meet The Press, I am angry. Angry that he was cheated out of the White House in 2000. Angry that we have wasted 8 years suffering under two oil guys from Texas. This sucks. If there is any truth to the statement "the sun, in 40 minutes, gives us enough energy to power the planet for a year", what in the hell are we waiting for? The computer revolution is leveling off. Time for another major culture shift. Listening to Al Gore is important. Al Gore is wise to avoid the VP or energy czar spots. He is much more effective as a motivational speaker, a little further from the reach of interest groups.
Solo electric shows this Wednesday and Thursday in Hoboken NJ. Maxwell's 30th anniversary series. I played there a lot. I ate there a lot. I lived there (upstairs) for a bit. Maxwell's holds a lot of meaning for me. Tickets here.
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July 4, a fun pool party and cookout co-hosted by Clickboo. Families with children, men with boyfriends, other assorted folks, everyone played well together. Ruphus saved me (and others) from drowning. You have him to thank, for this blog update. Sunday, another pool party, this time in suburban Baltimore. Lots of my MD buds in attendance. The hosting of an NYC pal on Monday, No Age ruling DC on Tuesday, and heavy studio work for the rest of the week.
Saturday, VACATION. Yes, a bona fide vacation - or as close as I get to one. Bear Week in Provincetown MA. Morning, we flew from DCA to Boston, rode the Silver Line T, then ferried over to Ptown. Lots of pals from around the country were on the boat as well; the party was already starting. What had I gotten myself into?
Once the boat landed in Ptown, we walked 6 minutes to our accommodations. The top floor of a bay front house, with an outdoor deck, a grill, a kayak, and direct access to the water. We headed over to check on friends who had rented a house nearby, lunch, then off to the Boatslip for the first of seven consecutive teas. (Don't call it happy hour.) BLOWOFF was scheduled for the following Tuesday night, so it was nice to see the space before hand.
From tea on out, the rest of the trip became one big social event, marked off by a few highlights. Monday, a way too long bike ride, without sunscreen, around the Cape. I never fully recovered from that escapade; I was trying for days to rehydrate. Tuesday's BLOWOFF was incredible fun. More than 1000 people showed up, and many folks were buzzing about it for the rest of the week. Great sets, near full moon over the bay, super fun crowd who came to dance, a special night. Wednesday, Fagbash was good fun. A locals party, mixed crowd, all types of music. Thursday night, a long walk on the breakwater. The moon was bright as a streetlight, and I mut have walked at least a mile out into the bay.
Friday, the R Cruise boat pulled into the harbor. All of a sudden, lots of parents with kids. We skipped out of tea a bit early, even with the rumor of a "surprise" Kathy Griffin set at the Boatslip. Instead, while sitting downtown for tea, we spot Lea Delaria (in the street selling tickets to her own show), Martine Navratllova, and the duo of Russ the Intern (Leno) and (I think it was) KT Tunstall. Oliver, too.
At dusk, a large storm wrapped around the Cape. We walked into the water to watch the sky; rain falling to either side of us, and wind to die for. Another attempt to walk to the breakwater, thwarted by a serious crack of thunder. We doubled back, lounged briefly at Spiritus, then sped up the walk home to make it just before the sky opened up. Hours of heavy rain, lightning, and wind. A great way to close out the sunny week. Bear Week was a fun time spent with a great group of guys. I made a lot of new pals, and played nice with a few folks I don't particularly care for. I spent lots of time and money at Frappo 66, Joe, and Wired Puppy. I still can't believe I made it to all seven tea dances - that is really gay. But that's part of what vacation in Ptown is about.
Pictures can be viewed here.
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Watching Al Gore on Meet The Press, I am angry. Angry that he was cheated out of the White House in 2000. Angry that we have wasted 8 years suffering under two oil guys from Texas. This sucks. If there is any truth to the statement "the sun, in 40 minutes, gives us enough energy to power the planet for a year", what in the hell are we waiting for? The computer revolution is leveling off. Time for another major culture shift. Listening to Al Gore is important. Al Gore is wise to avoid the VP or energy czar spots. He is much more effective as a motivational speaker, a little further from the reach of interest groups.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
ATP NY, Thanks MBV!
The news officially broke this morning. We are playing at ATP New York on Sunday, September 21. I have been biting my tongue for a few weeks. Thanks to Kevin, Bilinda, Debbie, and Colm for having us along for the party. If you don't know the back story, spend a moment here, and continue on at your leisure.
The band's influence on me (and many others) is immeasurable. Start here.
The band's influence on me (and many others) is immeasurable. Start here.
This And That
In a transparent attempt to both entertain the reader and avoid finishing vocals for the new album, some links to peruse as the long weekend approaches.
Well known liberal blogger shot 5 blocks from my house. DC is not safe in the summer.
Ian Curtis memorial stone stolen.
Pirate's dilemma. This story (and YouTube clip) reminded me of....
Pictures and power, penned by David Hockney.
Well known liberal blogger shot 5 blocks from my house. DC is not safe in the summer.
Ian Curtis memorial stone stolen.
Pirate's dilemma. This story (and YouTube clip) reminded me of....
Pictures and power, penned by David Hockney.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
NYC Weekend In Review
Another weekend, more Pride. Last Friday, we took the Boltbus to NYC. A busy evening, starting with Hairspray. Thanks to my buds George and Joe for the excellent seats.
Off to Snaxx, where Rich and Gustavo were rocking the house. Next stop, G.R.U.F.F. at the Eagle, hosted by Blake and Max.
Saturday, clothes shopping at Nasty Pig. I found a lovely set of plates further down the avenue. Met up with the B'more crew (and Matt) for brunch.
After a fashion, coffee and chat with my bud Trevor. A disco nap, chicken burger, and on to the NYC season finale of BLOWOFF. What a night! Soon, there will be hundreds of thousands of pictures of hot shirtless hairy men. I will post links for those of you who are interested. Great music, killer crowd, the best time possible. Thanks to the people who make our NYC nights so amazing.
Sunday, a late brunch, then sideways rain. Debris flying up and down Eighth Avenue. The weather cleared, but then I was hit with a case of food poisoning! No parade, no Dugout, no beer blast at Eagle. Oh well, I had to laugh, otherwise I would have cried. I managed to compose myself enough to make it down to Cielo for Supersnaxx, but only lasted 90 minutes. The music and crowd were fine, but I was dehydrated and starving. There's always next year, or next weekend, or this Friday.
There is certainly BLOWOFF in Provincetown on Tuesday, July 15. Coincidentally, it is during Bear Week. Hmm. Could be a huge blast. More great art by Pat.
There are two solo acoustic shows at Maxwell's, Hoboken NJ, on July 23 and 24.
Some fun shots from Folsom Street East weekend, courtesy istolethetv. Backstage, and out in the festival.
Off to Snaxx, where Rich and Gustavo were rocking the house. Next stop, G.R.U.F.F. at the Eagle, hosted by Blake and Max.
Saturday, clothes shopping at Nasty Pig. I found a lovely set of plates further down the avenue. Met up with the B'more crew (and Matt) for brunch.
After a fashion, coffee and chat with my bud Trevor. A disco nap, chicken burger, and on to the NYC season finale of BLOWOFF. What a night! Soon, there will be hundreds of thousands of pictures of hot shirtless hairy men. I will post links for those of you who are interested. Great music, killer crowd, the best time possible. Thanks to the people who make our NYC nights so amazing.
Sunday, a late brunch, then sideways rain. Debris flying up and down Eighth Avenue. The weather cleared, but then I was hit with a case of food poisoning! No parade, no Dugout, no beer blast at Eagle. Oh well, I had to laugh, otherwise I would have cried. I managed to compose myself enough to make it down to Cielo for Supersnaxx, but only lasted 90 minutes. The music and crowd were fine, but I was dehydrated and starving. There's always next year, or next weekend, or this Friday.
There is certainly BLOWOFF in Provincetown on Tuesday, July 15. Coincidentally, it is during Bear Week. Hmm. Could be a huge blast. More great art by Pat.
There are two solo acoustic shows at Maxwell's, Hoboken NJ, on July 23 and 24.
Some fun shots from Folsom Street East weekend, courtesy istolethetv. Backstage, and out in the festival.
