Wednesday I went to the cinema with Juerie to see "New York Doll ", a documentary about Arthur" Killer "Kane, bassist for New York Dolls. The film traces the history of the band, from the beginning, two seminal albums but zero money, a drummer who died during a tour in England, the intervention of sfigatissimo Malcolm McLaren, the dissolution, the solo careers, the death of Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan. After many vicissitudes, including a flight from the third floor with the idea of \u200b\u200bflying, Killer Kane becomes a Mormon and began working in the library of a remote community. The documentary focuses on the reunion and the Meltdown festival in 2004, before ending in a crazy manner. Shit, you're planning a shower of rock and roll, and instead leaves you in tears. Recommended that more compulsory. `If \u200b\u200byou ever arrive in our country.
After the movie, we go from office to wait Juerie suits, one of his many homosexual friends, is discouraged because it has been bounced just to the Customs in London, after having planned to stay there for three months ... He had with him is a curriculum but did not have a visa to work. Total sent home. Pretty bad luck, shit. The other hand, Linda is committed to RAI for the realization of one of the usual services-Marchetti on some Italian restaurant. We sit on the couch drinking wine, with a view of the sky in Tribeca. The clouds are passing quickly in front of the full moon, exactly where, just one block away, were the twin towers.
Suits not arrive and do not answer the phone, it is discouraged smoked squid ink and must be collapsed into bed. For untold time, I come home. They're still filming. Platinette maybe there's no in return Catherine Zeta Laforme has the van in front of my door.
Playboy's offices on the third floor in here and yesterday was the sale of several samples of their products. I showed up on time looking for Playmate elderly to carry gift upon my return, but they go like hot cakes and I had to make do with a Zippo, handbags, sunglasses and towels ... for a total of $ 20 without tip. I have also taken, jointly owned with Mr Francis', a pair of boxer for tutors who responded with a heartfelt "yanow ... these are for a special moment ... I'm gonna keep yanow Them." ... and as I write below, on Fifth Avenue, the Irish parade, thousands of bagpipes, bands, politicians, horses, dancers and especially the hordes of drunk and spewing piscianti (the show more interesting one to attend the his office window). However
. Wednesday night in mysterious circumstances Juerie's iPod in your pocket and then I finished the draft on Thursday night to sleep go to the dogs. There goats near his office and, already we're here, we go to the Cake Shop to see a concert. And we go on foot. And God knows how far away are the two places.
Meanwhile, here in the skins and screaming. The sun is shining. Ring the bagpipes.
And if you do not speak does not mean it will not happen: I continue to shower him with requests for information, more and more detailed. One asked me yesterday how to get to CBGBs and those who played that night. And I was the other side of town.
... but it was said of the Cake Shop, where he was playing the good Craig Wedren of Shudder To Think (Velvet Goldmine anybody?), But in reality he had just wandered over and guarded in the `total wickedness of the place, while saliva on stage Joe Lally, bassist for Fugazi, with its solitary project, bass + voice + percussion ... If it were a girl, I would say that is nice.
And while sipping Budweiser draft, $ 4 more tips, I realize that the bald man sitting next to me (and there are around a dozen people) is nothing but Ian MacKaye, Fugazi and minds of the ringleaders of Dischord Records , as well as `and` remembered, guitar noise on "Youth Against Fascism" by Sonic Youth. Bow wow!
Morale at the end and I Juerie we forgot his Ipod and then I still have me. And the bagpipes have already broken the cock.
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