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Earl, John, and Me

Posted by evankessler on October 27, 2005

I was going to write a summary of the Nashville trip yesterday but I fell asleep on the couch watching the Daily show. Anyway, I suppose I’ll move on to the task at hand. What do they call natives of Nashville? This isn’t a one liner I’m just curious. I was thinking they could be called Nashvillains, but I think that would be degrading seeing that the word Villain is in there. Perhaps, they are called Nashvillians. See what a difference reversing two letters can make in the realm of public perception?
In any case, on Monday afternoon, John Vacanti and I hopped aboard American Airlines flight 1533 to Nashville Tennessee with continuing service to Dallas-Ft. Worth. John and I were seated a couple of rows apart and therefore did not converse at all during the flight. I spent the majority of the 2-hour flight trying to figure out this Su Doku craze and reading “The Fountainhead”. The two topics go hand in hand because I was up to the part in the book where writers of the Banner, a New York Post-esque newspaper explain, that if you tell the public what they want they will blindly follow suit. This is how I see the ascension of the whole Su Doku craze. All of the sudden, the New York post wrote a big article about the new hot puzzle game of Su Doku and everyone started doing it and now there’s all of these damn puzzle books. Everywhere I go I see people with ripped out Su Doku puzzles. If you pick up a stray newspaper on the train, it will undoubtedly be missing it’s Su Doku puzzle. But I digress.

Upon our arrival over Nashville I noticed no buildings and a very spread out landscape. Every city I have ever had the fortune to fly over seems to at least have some sort of noticeable architectural landscape, but not Nashville. When we finally arrived on the ground at about 3:30pm Central Standard time, John picked up his stuff at the baggage claim (I hadn’t checked anything) and we headed to the Comfort Inn on Music row where we were greeted by an unkempt Earl Pickens with a fresh new guitar on his back.

Earl and John cruise the Nashville streets

We wasted precious little time in squaring away our things and we headed to the Bluebird Café, home of the legendary Monday night open mic. On the drive over, I was further amazed at how Nashville looked similar to Rockland County or Syracuse, or any other non-city I had ever been to. It was lined with strip malls normal looking houses and apartment complexes. I expected Music Row to be a strip of large buildings championing the names of the record labels and publishers they housed. Instead I found normal suburban looking office centers that could have been anywhere. When we got to the Bluebird café it had not opened yet. It seems we were about an hour and a half early. Earl, John, and I figured we would kill time getting something to eat so we asked the hairdresser next door if there was any good places to eat in the area. She pointed out that there was a Wendy’s around the corner and a McDonald’s next door. That wasn’t exactly what we had in mind so we decided to wait until the café opened. Besides, she had said that the Bluebird had pretty good food, so why should we waste our money on usual fast food fare when we could experience some special tastes of Nashville. Instead we killed some time at the “Corner Pub” across the street drinking a pitcher of Yazoo while Earl tuned his new guitar for his possible open mic performance.

After a beer we walked back to the Bluebird to find a line had formed. We waited online and we struck up conversation with a few of the musicians. One was a guy from Florida and another had been displaced by Katrina and told us how his praying helped him to get shoes and other necessities. Several minutes later we were inside and delighted to be at our own table not being forced into awkward conversations. We immediately seized the menus preparing ourselves for the fine cuisine that would satisfy our hunger and which we had shunned McDonalds and Wendy’s for. We were disappointed to find that the “pretty good food” was your standard bar food. John and I had the chicken fingers and I think Earl had a ham, turkey and cheese sandwich. Soon after that the MC took the mic and announced that due to the Bluebird’s policy of honoring stamps given out to previous attendees of open mic night, only 19 people who had previously been to the Bluebird would be playing that evening, ruining Earl’s chance of playing that evening. We were disappointed but we figured we’d probably see some good music that evening seeing as Nashville is known as a haven for songwriters and that this café was a well-known pit stop for people on their way to stardom. Twenty songs about Katrina and 9/11 later, we were a little less optimistic. It’s amazing how much tragedy can spur on the creation of crappy artistry. That being said, there were one or 2 good songs out of the 40 songs performed. Here’s a little chorus I wrote about disasters:

“9/11, Katrina, and Tsunami Waves
Sinners Repent. You’ll find Jesus Saves.”
Earl Pickens awaiting his chance to shine at the Bluebird Open Mic night

After open mic night, the three of us headed downtown to check out the Nashville nightlife and maybe see some good live music as well. Mostly every bar on Broadway had live country music blaring through the door as well as a bouncer that looked like Tim McGraw. The first place we entered was The Stage, which had an upbeat country cover band (I think they were a cover band but maybe not) keeping a diverse crowd of tourists and locals entertained. About two or three songs later the band finished up giving way to a Motley Crue greatest hits compilation. I think we heard about half of that compilation before the next band came on. I was moderately excited to hear some good live music, and I was also moderately drunk at that point but that’s another issue altogether. Much, to my, Earl, and John’s chagrin we were not really in for a night of good live music as the band launched into a Foreigner cover and later two consecutive Bryan Adams covers. There was also a drunk girl who continuously approached us and who seemed to be having the time of her life. We had to get out of there and fast.

Next we stopped into Robert’s Western World where there was a decent country cover band who did a version of David Allan Coe’s “You Never Even Called Me By My Name”, but I don’t remember that much. Soon after it was time to call it a night, but not before we had several strange interactions with fellow bar patrons.

The next morning I woke up feeling very hung over. It was a miracle there was no sickness involved. Actually it’s not a miracle. I’m old enough to know how to deal with my own hangover status. John and I went and got some of the hotel’s continental breakfast as Earl had already woken up and had some. Back after at the hotel we caught a video for what be the worst country song ever, entitled “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” by Trace Adkins. I don’t know if you can imagine how bad it is. Afterwards, John and Earl went to take some meetings with Radio Promotions and Publishing folks, which I understand went quite well.

I spent the greater part of the early afternoon wandering in and out of Nashville giftshops up and down Broadway and 2nd avenue. There wasn’t much in the realm of scenery where I was. I came across a Hooters and a Coyote Ugly, though I couldn’t justify going into any of those places by myself. Instead, I settled for a sandwich at a quiet place called Danica’s Deli where I read the local alternative weekly magazine and listened to my ipod while eating a French dip sandwich.

Something witty about Earl and A Horse

Soon after my lunch I met up with Earl and John again and we walked around. We went into the Willie Nelson Family General Store and got some souvenirs and killed some time at a Rippy’s sports bar across the street from the Gaylord Entertainment Center where there was a live broadcast of a sports talk radio show going on and a host of Predators fans awaiting the right time to enter the arena.

Drinking at the bar.

Two drinks and a basket of fries later it was time to go to the Kazu restaurant where Earl was playing. When we walked in we were kindly greeted by the club’s owner Kazu,, which is short for something but I forget what and I don’t want to mess it up out of common respect, because I always hate when people misspell my name E-v-e-n. John and I ordered food and Earl got some tea and soup I think, but I could be making up what he got. The show started at 7pm with an introduction by a guy named Chuck whose last name escapes me but who organized the event and was just a really nice guy. The crowd was not too big but not too small. I think there were about 30 or so people in the area where the gig was going on, give or take. I think each performer had a camp of supporters. That being said Earl’s had to be the smallest since it consisted solely of John and myself. Earl played 2nd on the bill after Dar Frantz (I think that’s how it’s spelled). Each performer had five songs and I think Earl really made the most out of his showing his range as a performer combining the earnest with the humorous, not to mention his self effacing charm that endears him immediately to most audiences that he plays before. The showcase was too short though as he only got to perform If I Could Sing Like That, New York Woman, Come on Up and Haunt Me, Moon, They Were Just The Opening Band. Despite the short set and the small crowd, I’d say the performance was a triumph. I definitely think some new Earl Pickens fans were made in Nashville that night.

Earl Pickens on the mic at Kazu

Earl’s set was followed by Kristi Rush, who’s sound was more of a pop/rock sound than anyone else that evening. After Kristi, was Don Wharton, who apparently survived an icy plane crash several years ago near Gnome, Alaska and wrote a book about it. When all the music had ended there was a friendly vibe circulating throughout the room. John and I had conversations with most of the performers and everyone was really genuinely nice and seemingly supportive of everyone else’s aspirations. I even might have started a new Evankessler.com chapter off fans as I was wearing my newly acquired Evan Kessler & His Only 2 Friends t-shirt and Kristi, who played after Earl asked me about it and said she would check out the site. Evankessler.com Fan Club, Nashville Chapter, I can see it now.

Evan Kessler and 3 of his only 2 friends.

Earl, John, and I left Kazu at about 10 or so and we headed to the hotel ready to call it a trip. When we arrived there was an all out bitchfest going on between two girls screaming at the top of their lungs on two different levels of the hotel. Each girl yelled for the other to either come down or come up and fight. It was amusing but we didn’t get to see the outcome of the fray. We left to get one more beer at a bar called “The Tin Roof.” This was a bar that I had heard about as a local music industry hangout, or at least a lunch hangout, maybe it wasn’t quite the late night spot but it was pretty crowded with people watching game 3 of the world series and people just generally drinking. We moved up to the front of the bar and a band soon took the stage. We were hoping our Nashville bar scene experiences would be redeemed with this last band but to no avail. The band took the stage and played “Wish You Were Here” and soon launched into an all out assault on Modern rock covers by Train and Fuel. I guess one needs the other so they make sense being played back to back. Next the band started playing “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” but we didn’t have the stomach to really stay there much longer, so we took off. We had to wake up early the next morning anyway as Earl’s flight was leaving at 6:30am and the flight John and I were taking was at 7:30am.

We woke up before the crack of dawn and got a cab to the airport where we learned that the cab driver was really angry at all of the Somalians in Nashville. I’ve never heard of anyone specifically angry at Somalians, well at least not since that whole military action in the 90’s that spawned hit films like Black Hawk Down starring Hollywood heart throb Josh Hartnett. So that was it, the three of us got off at the airport, checked in and said our tearful goodbyes. The rest of the day went off without a hitch except for a medical emergency on our plane that I think got us in to LaGuardia a full half hour earlier than expected. Thus was the trip to Music City. A little disappointing, but hey, we went on a Monday and Tuesday. It’s probably much more lively on a weekend…or maybe not.

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The Bleecker St. Reclamation Project

Posted by evankessler on October 24, 2005

Now I finally have a place to put sensual scented candles without burning my room down. What am I talking about? Well I’m talking about the Bleecker Street Reclamation Project of course. For about 4 years now I’ve been living in the same cluttered room, not so secretly yearning for some sort of rational organization to the space that I call home. This weekend, action was taken; mostly by Matt Wood, but nonetheless it was taken. Friday Matt and I had decided on Friday to finally make the move on discarding some of the causes of clutter in our apartment. We went to The Container Store and purchased some shelving for the living room and my room, thereby completing step 1 of the Bleecker St. Reclamation Project.

Shelving. That’s what the Bleecker St. Reclamation Project is all about.

Step 2 was to be taken on Saturday but before that it was time for drinks at Art Bar with Kayvalyn, Jason, Andy, Lauren and Ken and people I didn’t know. I was really only in the mood for A drink but stayed for 3 or 4 and a delicious steak wrap. It was merely a minor detour in the way of finishing this project. Actually it wasn’t really a detour since the project couldn’t be acted on until our partys were delivered the following morning.

Step 2- Saturday morning, I began to remove things from our departing entertainment center to begin the process or our remodeling. Matt received a call from the store saying that instead of the foretold delivery window of 11am-2pm, our components would now be arriving between 1pm and 4pm, further delaying our project. This was roadblock #1. Roadblock #2 occurred when the delivery guys showed up with about half of our order. We had already broken down and removed said clutter that was to be replaced. We were in quite a pickle as we had no shelves to place our television and stereo components in the living room and my room was littered with books and a stereo that needed a new home or at least a resting place.

Matt Wood came to the rescue and took a trip down to The Container Store and finagled his way into getting our missing shelves and screws and other assorted widgets. He arrived home like a champion who had just played the game of his life. He was tired and relieved that this hard fought game was over. Oh but it was just the beginning. Installing shelves isn’t that easy Mr. Wood soon learned. Especially when you do it by yourself with minimal help from your roommate. I wasn’t sitting around because I didn’t want to help there really wasn’t much I could do seeing as there was one drill and really one row of screws that needed to be drilled in on each set of shelves. The problem was we didn’t have the right drill bits to overcome the obstacles inside our wall. This was roadblock # 3.

Matt Wood once again set out on a historic journey but this time to Home Depot for masonry drill bits. I did not accompany him as this was not a battle that needed fighting by 2 people, plus I have no idea when it comes to tools and thought any suggestions I might make would further confuse the situation. Matt Wood was gone for a long time and seemed to know that the game was night quite over this time upon his return. He immediately started hanging the basis for my wall unit upon his return. After negotiating the difficult terrain inside my room we were victorious in setting up the basis for my new shelves. Time was wearing thin though and I had precious little time to finish putting up the shelving myself.

I had attempted to do such a thing and accidentally dropped a shelf on this here valuable computer causing seemingly no damage. However, upon further inspection it was revealed today that I will have an exceedingly difficult time if I ever attempt inserting a CD in this here machine on which I am typing this. I’m hoping a Wednesday trip to Tekserve will remedy this.

After my failure at assembly I decided it was high time I high tailed it out of my apartment to Deb M’s birthday party at The Cellar. I was also meeting some Rockland County folks at the bar as Matt C was in town from D.C. and I wanted to kill two birds with one stone. I know that’s sort of selfish but I wanted to see my friends and I didn’t want to run around. Rocklanders Eric L, Rich M, Matt, Jaime W, Andrew G, and Mike S all joined me at the bar. In attendance for Deb’s birthday were such blog regulars as Adam Starling, Jess S, and Anna M. Also in attendance were Tom R, Jennie F, Mike S, Bryan H, and last but not least Londa L, who I’m convinced has to belong to some sort of club for people with good names. Anyway, it was good to see all of those folks. I got quite drunk and ended up going home at 2 something, though I’m not really sure. I got home and ate 2 slices of pizza and went to sleep on the couch because my room was an unlivable mess.

The Birthday girl’s roommates Londa and Jess

Sunday afternoon was it’s usual mix of laziness and football with a little assembly of shelves mixed in. Matt Wood deserves to be sainted for the work he’s done this weekend. He put together my stuff today and all I had to do was watch. The least I could do is buy him dinner. I think I’ll do that sometime in the next 2 weeks since we’re both on the road this week. On a non-shelf assembly note, the Giants won a nail biter, 24-23 over the Denver Broncos on a last second touchdown from Eli Manning to Amani Toomer after being down 23-10 in the 4th quarter. I love football again after hating it the last two weeks. Go Football and Go Giants. Next week, I think I’ll be watching the games from a bar somewhere in Geneva, New York. I think my weekend recap might be a tad late. Oh yeah and Nashville tomorrow through Wednesday so don’t panic if I’m away. Though you might want to check my emergency blog.

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B.A. AND P.A.’S T&A

Posted by evankessler on October 19, 2005


The Canadian government may have already apologized profusely for Bryan Adams, but apparently the Canadian Pop/Rock stalwart has yet to take responsibility for his own lameness. I’ll be the first to admit, I was under Mr. Adams’ spell as a child in the late 80’s. His anthems of reckless youth giving way to adulthood responsibility and lovelorn ballads about that place above the clouds really struck a nerve in my heart. He even penned an edgy self-mutilation theme song that somehow didn’t inspire teens to cut themselves because it felt so right. Let’s not forget the fact that everything he did, he it for us. However, BA lost me somewhere between telling me that I was the only thing that looked good on him and that he and fellow musketeers Rod and Sting were doing it “all for one, and all for love.” That’s why I was amazed to see Mr. Adams lameness and desperation for success re-emerging for the first time since he reinvented himself as Mr. Fashionable sometime in the 90’s. I was sitting on my couch this afternoon and in the background noticed a commercial for the Bryan Adams Anthology, with all of the great songs you know, and all of the crappy songs you know as well. On top of that, the Bryan Adams Anthology included the song “When You’re Gone” featuring none other than fellow Canadian looker Pamela Anderson. I did a triple take on the commercial at this point, not only because I wasn’t aware that the world’s favorite pinup possessed any musical ability, but more so because that this was a selling point for a greatest hits album for someone who had all of these well known hits. If anything this might detract from sales. If you’d heard the sample of the song on the commercial would understand why it could detract from sales. I just don’t understand why you’d use a most famous buxom blonde to promote your album in a medium where her, to put it kindly, strengths do not lie and she would not be seen, I think Bryan Adams efforts would have been better focused had he digitally re-mastered Waking Up The Neighbours or his last greatest hits package. That’s another thing, why do artists find it necessary to release an updated Greatest Hits package when they’ve had absolutely no hits in between the two releases?

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Unemployment Part Deux

Posted by evankessler on October 18, 2005

After 22 days of Freelance employment, I’m back on the Funemployment bandwagon. Life is sweet once again. Today (Monday) was my last day of work on the VH1 R.Kelly video special and I can stay up as late as I want because tomorrow is not a school day. I almost forgot, today was a big day for other reasons. I woke up early and went downtown and waited for over 3 hours to get tickets to see a free Jeff Tweedy show in November. There were tickets for several shows being released. Amongst them were Jeff Tweedy (2 shows), Aimee Mann, Ryan Adams, Rickie Lee Jones, and a double bill with The Blind Boys of Alabama and Cat Power. The majority of people were on line to get Jeff Tweedy and/or Ryan Adams tickets. I was surrounded by some weird, paranoid, old, people who were overly talkative in an annoying sort of way. They all kept freaking out that the line was too long and we weren’t going to get tickets. I think a couple of them might have paid people to move further up in line to insure that they would get what they wanted. There was also a cute girl in a yankee hat standing next to me too but she wasn’t too talkative. She was reading a Stephen King book but warmed up a little bit later. I use that term warmed up loosely because she would just inject occasional answers to my questions. I think my chance for making a good impression on her was ruined early on in the wait when the old music nerds around kept saying annoying things baiting me into conversation, and I came off as one of them, absolutely destroying the chance at any positive impression. She said something along the lines of, “wow, you guys are serious fan,” in a half mocking/half amazed tone. Anyway, when I finally reached the front of the line at 12:40, there were still plenty of tickets left and all of those line-jumping weirdos really had nothing to worry about. The wait was worthwhile. Also, I had a chance to win my office pool tonight but the Colts gave up too many points. God damned Colts.

As for the rest of the week, I plan to have some meetings regarding the soap opera, go catch up on some movies, finish my book and go out for drinks. I can’t wait. Let Freedom Ring.

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Poetry Corner

Posted by evankessler on October 14, 2005

This is the first installment of the Evan Kessler poetry corner. I’m not sure there’ll ever be another installment, it only came about because when I went home today for Yom Kippur, I came across my 2nd grade journal from Mrs Coopersmith’s Class and my Third Grade poetry book in which I wrote a poem for Mrs. Barash’s class. So without further ado, the first installment of Evan Kessler’s Poetry Corner:

3/9/87
Today Is Windy
Today is windy. Oh yes indeed.
The wind will blow you right off your knees.
So when you find out you lost your keys
Please don’t come running to me.

Winter- By Evan Kessler
Winter is a good time of year;
Some days are snow days
Some days are clear
Some days I stay in the house,
I do anything I want.
I can shovel the driveway
I’ll drink something warm
As long as it’s winter
I’ll stay away from the storm.

Apart from the poetry corner I went home today and broke the fast after temple. I was pretty proud of my self for fasting for the entire time but I ate double portions of everything and was pretty full afterwards. Upon arriving home I noticed that the northeast quadrant of the ceiling in my room had pretty much burst open with water. It’s not open to the sky or anything but my ceiling isn’t looking too great right now. This old house is in need of some serious repairs.

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Canadian Pornography

Posted by evankessler on October 13, 2005

Canadians do two things well, melodic power pop and hockey. Oh wait, they do socialized medicine well too. Canadians do three things well, melodic power pop, hockey, and socialized medicine. Their knack for catch pop songs was on display (though to be honest, I didn’t watch any hockey tonight but I’m there were Canadians playing their hearts out in rinks across North America) as Canadaian Power Pop super group, The New Pornographers rocked Webster Hall in the 1st night of their two-night stand in New York City.

I met Arby at the venue at 9pm and we headed to the balcony where we found a sport where we both had a perfect view of the stage. We sat through the 2nd opener. I think they were called Destroyer featuring New Pornographer contributor Dan Bejar, and in my estimation they were pretty damn good.

The New Pornographers took the stage at around 10:30pm and came right out of the gate with the upbeat title track to their latest “Twin Cinema”. The band ripped through new tracks and old fan favorites from their previous 2 albums Mass Romantic and The Electric Version. Rarely was there a dull moment in the whole show. I could easily name off what songs I loved hearing but I don’t think there was any filler the whole show. The first set ended on a high note with a back to back of “All for Swinging You Around” and “Slow Descent Into Alcoholism”. They crowd was not ready to leave and called the band out for two separate encores of at least 3 songs or more. The final encore was perhaps the apex. While getting ready to jump into a rendition of “Miss Teen Wordpower ” one of the band members commented how redheaded singer Neko Case was dressed like Stevie Nicks. They then half-jokingly launched into a pitch perfect rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams” followed by the previously mentioned “Miss Teen Wordpower”. They ended the show was closed out with the infectious “Letter From An Occupant”. It didn’t seem like the show should end at that point but I guess after two separate encores it’s about time to call it a night.

This was definitely better than seeing them in Prospect Park for Celebrate Brooklyn, since the sound that night sort of sucked and I couldn’t see a thing since I was all the way back on the grass. Anyway, this is one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while and I’m extremely glad I got to see them in a great environment like Webster Hall which has really come up big as a concert venue as of late. I highly recommend seeing a show there.

On another note, I’m about one-third through my Yom Kippur day of atonement fast. If I don’t eat until after temple on Thursday, I will be forgiven for all of my sins, including last week when I didn’t go home for Rosh Hashanah dinner, and for the fact that I don’t celebrate anything remotely Jewish other than Hannukah and Yom Kippur. The big question is, Will I be able to resist my mom’s constant offering of mints throughout the service? I’ll let you know what happens. Until then peace be with you and buy all of the New Pornographers records and some shirts and answer the poll question or sign the guestbook.

New Pornographers @ Webster Hall 10/12/05
Twin Cinemas

Use It

End of Medicine

Mass Romantic

Jackie Dressed in Cobras
These are the Fables
The Bleeding Heart Show
Streets of Fire
The Laws Have Changed

Ballad of a Comeback Kid

Graceland
Fake Headlines
Bones of an Idol
It’s Only Divine Right
All For Swinging You Around
Slow Descent into Alcoholism
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Sing Me Spanish Techno
Jackie
Electric Version
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Dreams (by Fleetwood Mac)
Miss Teen Wordpower
Letter from an Occupant

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All The Crazies Came Out

Posted by evankessler on October 12, 2005

I don’t know if it’s just me but there seemed to be an inordinate amount of insane people roaming the streets today. I know we live in New York and I normally expect to encounter several insane people each day, but I think there may have been a mass exodus from the local looney bin to the streets of midtown and below today. I swear at least three incidents in an hour span, in which cops were attending to the needs of the unstable, so as to keep them from disturbing the tourist masses in Times Square. Perhaps, it wasn’t the amount of crazy people that had increased, but the heightened police presence as of late only making it seeming more evident.

After returning home from work I was outside of Amy’s Bread on Bleecker St and some old woman stopped me to talk about my Syracuse Sweatshirt. She went on to tell me that her father played football for Syracuse a long time ago and that she had once wanted to be an artist but then “they” ruined her mouth. All I wanted to do was go inside so I could buy some breadsticks to dip in my pasta sauce at dinner. I spent the rest of my day in my apartment figuring it was safer inside.

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What Was I Thinking?

Posted by evankessler on October 4, 2005

Sometimes blind devotion to this website leads to embarrassingly inane posts such as last night’s debacle. I arrived home in the wee hours of the morning and did not have my priorities straight.
They should’ve been as follows:
1) Finish Pepperoni Roll
2) Sleep

Instead it went:
1) Finish Pepperoni Roll
2) Drunken conversation with Matt W
3) Blog
4) Put up new poll question and search for pictures for poll
5) Sleep

As you can see there were about three extra steps than were necessary. I could have easily recapped my weekend in more detail and with better punctuation. However, I suppose I should leave the posting below as an example of what happens in said situation so history does not allow my ineptitude to repeat itself on such a grand scale. Perhaps, I’m overreacting, but I’m not a big fan of misspelling words and run-on sentences with poor punctuation. I could easily go back and fix it but that would put up a façade of drunken perfection, which I do not claim to have achieved.

A quick hit note on a couple (meaning two) of observations I made this weekend.

1) Actors are different animals than most human beings. I don’t think this is a good or bad thing, but as we auditioned people this weekend I just thought that the people we were auditioning were just in a completely different plane of existence. I’m not putting them on a pedestal or looking down at them, I just can’t imagine handing someone my resume highlighting my abilities to do karate (blue belt) or monkey impressions.

2) I love Comedy Central for such wonderful programs as The Daily Show and South Park, and Stella but I think they need to raise their standards a bit. I’m not just talking about the debacles that are Blue Collar TV, Mad TV and Mind of Mencia. I turned on the channel this Saturday Afternoon to find the movie 40 Days and 40 Nights. I guess my point here is, if Comedy Central is going to show movies, they should be funny movies because it’s a comedy channel. Oh, and I see no reason they can’t start airing episodes of The State. Seriously, someone has to get on the ball with this.

So, yeah those are my thoughts that stand out from over the weekend. Today, going into work I had one of those elevator moments where everyone talks about how they can’t believe it’s Monday again and they hope the week goes fast. I think the “day of the week” conversation is a pretty strong argument against going to work. It’s probably the most pathetic conversation piece next to the “I don’t know you but it’s really warm out today” weather conversation with someone who works on the same floor as you. If I never had to have any of those conversations again it would be too soon, but at the same time, I think going into work each day breeds the same kind of boring daily routine that leaves you nothing better to talk about than what the weather you just saw outside is. I’m sure I’ve even started a few of these conversations whilst staggering through my zombie like work week trance, so I’m not exactly ahead of the pack.

Anyway, work was okay today. I had to get things ready for edit tomorrow that may or may not get cut short by Rosh Hashannah dinner in Rockland. Oh yeah, Happy Jew New Year. How did I celebrate my Jew New Year you ask? I went to go see Earl Pickens play at the CBGB Gallery. Jewish New Year and Country Music, quite the time honored tradition. It was a good little show, with about 15-20 folks looking on. He did a good mix of stuff from his album, new songs, and old favorites. It was on ly a 40 minute set. Earl is playing Nashville on October 24th and I think I’m going to try to fly down there with John Vacanti and catch the two gigs he’ll be doing. My job will be over by then so I won’t miss any work. I also learned today, that I can claim unemployment insurance after my Freelance gig is over. Hallelujah!!! I accidentally just hit the word count button on the toolbar and it said I’ve written 293 pages. That’s a lot of pages. So yeah, I’m going to stop here because I don’t want to reach 300 tonight.

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