Saturday, April 5, 2008

Time to Make the Donuts.

When I don't want to go out on Saturday nights and then I feel guilty about it for nonsensical reasons I think of Van Morrison saying "I don't go to nightclubs anymore."
Nightclubs
Walked into Joe's pub the other night, that glittering, acousto-perfecto Lafayette St. time machinepod, with those couches that are like sitting on a giant slice of red velvet cake....
And low and behold, Rob Sheffield was takin' the stage.
Rob is the whipsmart contributing editor at RS, whose encyclopedic knowledge of tunes would blow your Williamsburg beard off. 
He has stilts for legs, gold for brains, and was reading from his opus,  Love is a Mix Tape. I couldn't have been happier. I just had this very book in my hand a few days prior. 
The book is a love letter to his wife, who passed, and the age old art of makin' mix tapes for someone you adore/want to sleep with/get teenage heart about. It's really adolescent and pure and a sweet piece for music geeks. 
Read it.
I was sitting at dinner last night and The Bends was on (which is the most imperial Radiohead record, in my stupid opinion) and that "street spirit/fade out" has to be on the next mix tape blueprint. HocusPocusthatsongitgivesmeSHIVERS.

This morning in the coffee shop Otis Reddings, I've Been Loving You Too Long
came on and I got the marbles in my throat because its fucking pristine and hide the knives, here come the hot tears, headed southbound on the alabaster cheek freeway. I just dare you with your dry eyes! 

And then Etta James came on and I thought of how great it is when soul and blues singers voices get all Cookie Monster. (Stevie Wonder does this towards the end of "As" too...)

* I love that Carly Simon said she was "cementedly in love" with James Taylor in VF.

* I loof that one of my favorite poets (McDaniel) said "your legs/are longer than a prisoners last night on death row." 

* I lourve that I got a text message from Chicago last week saying "someone on my bus smells like you." Out of the blue. 
Of all the senses, memories are most easily associated with scent. That's a fact- look it up.

I have to go write some crummy crumbcake mayor of crumbville population 1 poems now and go back to Brooklyn where apparently everything is. 

Time to make the Donuts.

2 comments:

backpack. said...

you are the only person iv found who agrees with me on "the bends"-best ever.

Anonymous said...

I bought that book and started to read it, but got sad at the idea that te person he was writing about was dead, so it's still on the shelf.

I will read it when I'm strong enough.