New York really keeps me busy. When I'm not busy, I'm knackered beyond all belief. Yesterday I opened my store and was home by 3. I came home and napped and watched movies and pretty much did absolutely nothing. It felt really wasteful since today was a day off and I could've gone somewhere, but oh well.
I saw the movie Shortbus the other day. Its such a phenomenal film, I think everyone should see it. I don't know how many towns across America its going to wind up in though. Its probably the most sexually explicit mainstream film that I've seen in my life. A narrative film with actual, reoccurring penetration. Amazing stories. So good. Also, saw Little Children a couple of weeks ago. Another highly reccomended film. So much out that I want to see right now... Volver, Science of Sleep, the list could go on for days. Hopefully I'm going to see Marie Antoinette tonight.
Saw Goldfrapp the other night as well. That was supposed to be the night that I finally got to meet pixiemanson. Never happened, though. I didn't think that the Roseland Ballroom would be that large or that there would be that many people there for Goldfrapp. I could not for the life of me find her, though. As for Goldfrapp... I get it, I really do. Its Black Cherry x a million. Its an explosion of dance, its a whole new world created by Alison, complete with abstract, occassionally frightening cover sleeves. Their live show is a fucking circus now, though. Her voice is still beautiful, their production is still sleek and alluring, but the songs are disposable garbage save "Oh La La" and "Satin Chic". The new b-side is great, too. But overall, the album is pretty mediocre. I've seen them live every tour and I understand the need for a band to evolve, but I yearn for those first couple of small shows in LA at the El Rey or the Knitting Factory, where their success wasn't hinging on image. You could've taken away the beautiful Miss Goldfrapp and put a 500 lb., beaten-in-the-face-with-a-shovel woman in her place and if she could sing like that, with interesting songs like that, it wouldn't make a lick. But now, I feel it hinges on her image as an other worldly sex goddess with oddly dressed back-up dancers and no shame. No thanks.
I did get to meet Amy Sedaris at a book signing in Union Square. She taught some crafts, which like her are unusual and totally fucking hilarious. Her book is a real must have. I've already made like three things out of the recipes and they were so damn good. She was really funny. When she took my book to sign it, she said, "I'm gonna write something sexy in here." And she wrote "Tyler, Pee on me. Amy Sedaris." I love her.
So far, living in NY has mostly meant that I get to meet famous people that I love on a weekly basis. Speaking of which, I get to go to the only US Cardigans show slated for this entire year on Halloween night. That should be really fun.
In The Stills camp, I got to see them and hang out when I went home to San Diego several weeks ago. I just discovered an unreleased track with Land of Talk and The Stills called "Monsoon". Everyone should Google that song until they find a download. Its better than 10 of those songs on Without Feathers. Tim emailed me today. Hopefully he's guestlisting me for the Bowery Ballroom shows in December. That'll be four shows in one tour. I feel like I'm 16 again, chasing Garbage around the greater Southwest area. The only difference is the shows are free for me, I don't have to wait in line for hours and I get to get drunk with everyone in the band afterward.
Life is seemingly shallow but good here, mostly. I'm gonna go pick up some brunch now and some books and a couple of new Criterions. I want to go to the market so I can make zucchinni fritters tonight.