The Fat Lady Is Warming Up Her Vocal Chords
Posted by evankessler on May 4, 2006
They say that all good things must come to an end and after calling Bleecker Street my home since December of 2001, it appears that my reign of affordable rent is about to come to a rather abrupt demise. The next step seemed as steeped in mystery to me as it does to you. If things continue on their current trajectory, I will no doubt still be jobless with a side order of homeless barring a minor miracle, by July. If you want to contribute to me not being homeless you can always buy a shirt.
Some might say that this should cause me to take immediate action, though I prefer to use the zen-like approach of waiting it out. This approach might seem more valid if I had my very own rock garden complete with one of those wooden sand combs. Anyway, action is for the ambitious and it seems as though my own unconscious ambition to fail trumps all of my conscious ambitions to succeed. You might be asking yourself just what I am talking about, well today I got the call from my “landlord” that our building is on the verge of being sold and that at the latest I will have until July 1st to vacate the premises. This problem is even more vexing since I do not have a job and prospective landlords generally frown upon potential tenants not having jobs. Over the past couple of weeks I feel as though I’ve exhausted so many employment options. I’ve even been on an interview, a real live interview! That being said, I’ve only had about three interviews in the span of a year. That is not a good sign. My resume is obviously not impressing anyone. I find it extremely difficult to be optimistic at this point at am at my wit’s end, unsure if it is time for me to make a new beginning somewhere doing something else. But where?
Perhaps I’m looking at this the wrong way. Maybe getting out of this apartment will free me in a way. For the longest time I’ve been afraid to leave here and experience other places for fear that I wouldn’t have this apartment to come back to. Maybe now that I don’t have this place, the cord is finally cut. Hmmm, I fear that this post is way to serious but I suppose I’m in a serious mood. Tonight I saw a film that was about how all good things must come to an end. For the 4th time in the past week and a half, I caught a film at the Tribeca Film Festival. This evening’s selection was Tell Me Do You Miss Me, a documentary about rock band Luna’s farewell tour.
I have to say that I was completely riveted, both because I am a fan and because some excellent moments were captured on film. I think I also got a good idea where Dean Wareham and Britta Phillips live but I’m not going to stalk them or anything, though Britta Phillips is utterly gorgeous and sort of reminds me of a cross between Madonna and Kylie Minogue but much younger than Madonna. As I entered the theatre I noticed that one of the Luna band members was right in front of me on the escalator but since I only know Dean and Britta I didn’t know which guy he was until after the film. I’m past the days of fanaticism and having to know the names of everyone in the band though sometimes when I see bands enough I’ll have figured it out by then. Probably the best moment captured on film was after the last show at Bowery Ballroom the band members sitting in silence with tears in their eyes. It was all very poignant. Just to think, Arby and I had been in that venue just hours before at that matinee show (you can read about it on my 2/28/05 post). The movie closed out on a montage of a performance of the song 23 Minutes in Brussels, which contains the movies title lyric. Despite the bittersweet ending it was nice to escape from my own reality for an hour and a half and to be honest I think it gave me some perspective in about as much as you could expect a music documentary to give you valuable perspective. Anyway, the DVD comes out on June 20th and if you like good music I highly recommend it.