Filed under: Music
A friend just showed me this video…i love watching people dance.
Filed under: Music
It’s been awhile folks…been working on a bunch of things…but here’s what Barbra’s been spinning:
Nina Nastasia, Dogs
A Hawk and a Handsaw, Darkness at Noon
Cold War Kids, Robbers and Cowards
Pointer Sisters, Greatest Hits (Sometimes I get so excited, you know?)
Jose Gonzalez, Veneer
I’ll be returning to regular blogging soon…
MJ
Filed under: Music
So I haven’t been fond of Tori Amos’ latest effort or all the personalities and blogs to match. But this video from her latest tour is actually pretty interesting. Granted, she is singing an old song, “Cruel,” but watching her make funny poses and gyrate and model for us in her blond bob wig is pretty fun and I wouldn’t mind seeing her live again, I think. Anyway here’s the clip:
My favorite comment: “Holy shit! She is definitely channelling Aphrodite…”
Filed under: Feeble
So at last I’ve found a place to show the film. It will premiere on July 27 at 9pm at the Someday Lounge before the Gender Fluids perform. $5 cover.
Here info about the show after:
p. boy productions presents Snakes, Snails and Everything Nice, an evening of randy performance with Splendora and the Gender Fluids, Felina’s Arrow, Adam Hurst, and Garret Potter.
July 27. 2007
Friday 9:30 p.m.
5 dollars
21+
Someday Lounge
125 NW 5th Avenue
Anyway, come see the movie!! Let me know that you’re coming, tell your friends, spread the word!
Filed under: Love
I found these poems on The Hot Librarian:
You Fit Into Me
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
Margaret Atwood
Somewhere A Seed
Somewhere a seed falls to the ground
That will become a tree
That will some day be felled
From which thin shafts will be extracted
To be made into arrows
To be fitted with warheads
One of which, some day when you least expect it,
While a winter sun is shining
On a river of ice
And you feel farthest from self-pity,
Will pierce your shit-filled heart.
Michael Fried
May we all find ways to express our rage over shitty people.
I’m not sure how honest to be. The next part of the story is embarassing. It’s shameful. I still have not fully accepted what happened. That night in Albuquerque, the night before the wedding, I committed a sexual indiscretion much frowned upon by the gay community. Yet it’s one of those moments that simply happens, you didn’t think, you didn’t think, you didn’t think…and then he says to me, as we lay in each other’s arms, “How long have you been positive?”
My body stiffens. Energy zips through my spine. I look up at him with terror in my eyes and he pulls away from me for a moment and I say, “I’m not. But I guess you are.”
