March 24, 2000.  Friday.
 
 

    Well, here I am at work, for the first non-France entry in a while.  Of course, I'm all backed up for the rest of the week, but we'll let that slide.

    So, James had a little rock n' roll show last night.  At the BMW bar on 22nd and 7th ave.  A very small place, and the contingent there to see James pretty much packed the place.  It was allright. James, who is now recording under yet another name, Durdy Birdie, has a severe cold, and he after a while he was noticeably sweating profusely.  He played some new ones and some old ones, including one of my favorites from the days of Underpants Cowboy.  Speaking of the 'Pants, I got an email yesterday from a friendly Australian who saw the Underpants Cowboy page.  Here's what it said:

    "I think you all look positively edible.. in both the pretentious photos and the childish drawings. In an industry where looks seem to count for about 95% of success, you guys should be gigastars already.

And I can tell that from all the way over here. (Australia). lol.  "

    I think that'll make Matt the happiest.  And the fact that his name is there, 10 words away should please him as well.

    But I'm looking forward to seeing him play more.  I myself played with this dude Frank the other night. Played music, i mean.  Anyway, I met him through PFCs Caryn and Katey. Katey met him on a bus. and Caryn has been meeting up with him regularly. The songs are very poppy, but at times annoyingly dissonant. He has a high voice, so with the music he sounds a bit like the poppier Yo La Tengo music and the more dissonant Superchunk, neither of which is the specialty of the respective bands.  I wasn't that into it for most of the time, and I'm notorious for not hiding my lack of interest in rehearsals too well.  But by the end I was kind of excited to play. So we'll see.

    Anyhow, the weather here in NYC is fantabulous.  It's about 70 and absolutely cloudless.  It's how the weather was the whole time I was in Bordeaux.  Not to reminisce.  I met James for lunch, and on the way ran into Aaron.  I enjoy running into people I know on the streets, since the city's so big. He's having a lil bbq action on his roof tonight, so i may check that out. Something I miss out life at the Honeycomb Hideout, and to a lesser extent the SHOE. I enjoy cooking red meat over a propane-induced flame.  I was always a little tweaked out about light the grill though, for fear of an explosion or at the very least singeing my eyebrows off.  So I always let Jed or someone handle that.  So anyway, the weather is great. I have to work till five, and I'm supposed to have a make-up class after that.  I really don't want to go, and there's really no reason to go. We're giving progress reports on our papers, and I went yesterday, specifically because I have to work on fridays. But then she moves class back an hour. Anyway, my report was particularly horrendous.  I had all these pages of notes about what I was going to say, and I felt good about it, but for some reason once she put me on the spot, I just lost my shit. I mumbled incoherently and just stumbled through it.  So basically, she thinks I'm a nincompoop.  Well done, greg.
 

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