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Missy | April 15, 2008
I don’t know if I have been magnetically repelled from the internet, incredibly lazy, or just slow, but I’ve been trying to get this post up since Sunday. Here we go!
The New York Giants ticker tape parade. Actually, no, that’s just part of the line-up on the parade route some 3-4 hours prior. Ticker tape has obviously been made obsolete by technology and so, I am told, shredded paper now gets thrown from buildings. But do the windows from those buildings actually open anymore? Doesn’t that seem kind of frightening, to know you could fall out of a 40th story window? And then get crushed by a speeding cab?
Times New Viking at Bowery Ballroom. They opened for the sold-out Super Furry Animals but I came for TNV and left after their too-brief 30-minute set. I know, I know. Sorry SFA fans. It was a school night.
My new bicycle, now a couple of months old. It’s a small frame for my small legs. Recently when I was riding for pleasure to Prospect Park, I had a sensation I hadn’t felt since I was young: complete freedom (from agendas, time frames, destinations, chores, and boredom). When I was a kid I would go for bike rides by myself to clear my kid head or to be by myself for awhile or to just ride by Matt Murray’s house. I wish Matt Murray lived on 3rd Street.
My new bookshelves, with some lighting that I turned on for this photo and not since. Whereas in the past there was a subway theme to my iPhone photos, this time around there is a “My New” theme. That theme will end following this batch because I am not made of money.
Oh wait. Here’s a subway photo. I had a car to myself, at the reasonable hour of ~9pm on the 4/5 line, as I eased on back to Brooklyn.
I didn’t initially remember what this photo was, as it looks like I am capturing motion. It’s actually stacked wood in the window of the (now open) Urban Outfitters a block from my apartment. I wonder how business is doing? I would think members of my neighborhood had outgrown Urban Outfitters. (Full confession: I recently bought a pair of pants there.)
Dirty Projectors at Williamsburg Hall of Music, which has a nearly identical layout as the Bowery Ballroom. The DP’s have an unusual, dare I say experimental sound. Very compositional, some interesting vocals and polyrhythm. Kind of high-fiber music. I saw Kip from TVotR there; my friend Gerry told me that he saw Kip on the subway reading the Times business section.
Cunningham studio, waiting for class. That’s the day’s teacher, Daniel, one of the company dancers and part of the rotating cadre of studio teachers, caught in a perfect Cunningham attitude tilt. (That’s not “attitude” as in, Patti LaBelle. It’s a French ballet term.) Once, I was fixating on his calves and I wasn’t paying attention to the combination he was demonstrating. Not paying attention in that class spells trouble, fast. (The woman sitting there–I don’t know her story, if she’s a former dancer or someone who lives in the neighborhood. I do know that she takes the intermediate class regularly and appears to be in her 70’s.)
You know what else I have been fixating on? Singing (out loud) a weird song whenever I’m riding back home from Manhattan. A few examples: “Let’s Groove” by Earth, Wind, and Fire (I hear the brass instruments in my head plain as day); “Take Me Home Tonight” by Eddie Money (I sing the Ronnie Spector part deliberately like a troll); “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” by the Andrews Sisters (”A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot he blows it eight to the bar”); and a brand new arrangement of “Do You Know The Muffin Man?” (think Cat Power cover).
Where was I?
Last Thursday we had our first very warm day of the year. In the morning, we had some wild, San Francisco-like fog hanging over the water. I only had my crappy iPhone camera on me.
Finally, my new bed. My first night in it, I slept for 9 and 1/2 uninterrupted hours. The day prior, I dropped my old box spring on my foot.
