I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH.
Seriously - he's always been there for me.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
New hair
Treated myself to a much-needed haircut. Only one person is allowed to cut my hair and that's my friend Lisa Carroll. She's amazing.
She currently works at Tommy Guns Salon on Ludlow and Rivington in Manhattan and I refer all my friends to her!
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She currently works at Tommy Guns Salon on Ludlow and Rivington in Manhattan and I refer all my friends to her!
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
That special place
Everyone has that one special place they go to when they need to be away from everything. That one place where you always feel at home, where you sleep without nightmares, where you wake up feeling rested, where you feel you can finally breathe again, where you can choose silence when you need it, where you feel inspired, where you feel happy, where you can cry in peace, where you finally feel like yourself again.
This is mine.
This is mine.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Who shot Rock & Roll exhibition @ The Brooklyn Museum
I finally made it over to the Brooklyn Museum to see the Who Shot Rock & Roll exhibition. I have mixed feelings about it. The photography is of course, amazing, and it's always great to see all those musicians that we admire and have admired for so long, in different settings. Sometimes posing, sometimes on stage, sometimes in completely candid shots where you see glimpses of who they really are, behind the stage personas and/or what we imagine them to be.
But, in a way, I am quite happy to see these pictures in a book. I was surprised that a lot of the pictures were actually printed quite small, and not blown up. So, that, coupled with the fact that the exhibition was packed, made it difficult to actually be able to look at any of the pictures before being shoved out of the way by some rude person who wasn't prepared to wait.
I'm happy I went, but I'm also happy that one of my lovely colleagues at work gave me the book, so I can peruse it at my leisure :)
On another note I found this beautiful video on youtube:
One of my favourite songs.
But, in a way, I am quite happy to see these pictures in a book. I was surprised that a lot of the pictures were actually printed quite small, and not blown up. So, that, coupled with the fact that the exhibition was packed, made it difficult to actually be able to look at any of the pictures before being shoved out of the way by some rude person who wasn't prepared to wait.
I'm happy I went, but I'm also happy that one of my lovely colleagues at work gave me the book, so I can peruse it at my leisure :)
On another note I found this beautiful video on youtube:
One of my favourite songs.
Playlist of the week 01/10/2010
1). Cruel Black Dove - Isolation
2). BRMC - Howl
3). Bat For Lashes - Sleep Alone
4). The Beatles - No Reply
5). Calla - Pulverized
6). Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa
7). The Cure - I'm Cold
8). David Bowie - Strangers When We Meet
9). Dead Confederate - Wrecking Ball
10). Tom Waits - Grapefruit Moon
2). BRMC - Howl
3). Bat For Lashes - Sleep Alone
4). The Beatles - No Reply
5). Calla - Pulverized
6). Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa
7). The Cure - I'm Cold
8). David Bowie - Strangers When We Meet
9). Dead Confederate - Wrecking Ball
10). Tom Waits - Grapefruit Moon
Saturday, January 9, 2010
This song...
BRMC - Howl
You try so hard to be cool
You try so hard to not show
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I give you all that I have, but you don't see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don't care
But I know that you're so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don't fade
I don't wanna give up tomorrow
I just can't understand why we're going on
You try so hard to be heard
You try so hard to not hurt
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I give you all that I have, but you don't see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don't care
But I know that you're so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don't fade
I don't wanna give up tomorrow
I just can't understand why we're going on
You try so hard to be cool
You try so hard to not show
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I give you all that I have, but you don't see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don't care
But I know that you're so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don't fade
I don't wanna give up tomorrow
I just can't understand why we're going on
You try so hard to be heard
You try so hard to not hurt
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I give you all that I have, but you don't see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don't care
But I know that you're so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don't fade
I don't wanna give up tomorrow
I just can't understand why we're going on
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Am I insane
If I prefer to leave the insanity of the LES on a Saturday night and go home to clean my apartment?
Nearly went to see Meg at Marfa, but I really wanted to get the subway home and not fork out/fight for a cab home on this freezing night (sorry Mergy). So now I am drinking coffee and continuing on the purge of my apartment. The Salvation Army better be willing to come collect all this crap, because there is no way I am lugging it anywhere.
Interesting revelation of the night was born in my brain while walking against the icy wind. But I'm not going to talk about it here. Thanks Berthy for being right yet again :)
Breakfast at Tiffany's or Roman Holiday? Difficult choice.
Nearly went to see Meg at Marfa, but I really wanted to get the subway home and not fork out/fight for a cab home on this freezing night (sorry Mergy). So now I am drinking coffee and continuing on the purge of my apartment. The Salvation Army better be willing to come collect all this crap, because there is no way I am lugging it anywhere.
Interesting revelation of the night was born in my brain while walking against the icy wind. But I'm not going to talk about it here. Thanks Berthy for being right yet again :)
Breakfast at Tiffany's or Roman Holiday? Difficult choice.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Gigs in 2010
Although nothing is going to top Leonard Cohen at Radio City Music Hall in 2009, there are a few gigs I really want to go to:
1). Muse - MSG March 5th
All seats except those behind the stage are sold out. I'll try CL and Stubhub nearer the date to get better seats I think.
2). Editors - Terminal 5 February 19th
I kind of have a love/hate relationship with this band. I love them because they remind me of my favourite bands, btu I hate them for the same reason. Go figure, I never said I wasn't a paradox.
3). Pearl Jam - Belfast Juen 23rd
I'm going to see Lynn in Ireland that week and it would be AWESOME if we got tickets to see PJ together. And if Eryn could make it too. They sold out in minutes, but I am sure we can find some.
4). BRMC - Webster Hall April 8th
I've seen them lots of times and will never ever get enough of them. I absolutely love this band. And I have a lot of fun memories that I associate with them.
5). Opeth - Terminal 5 April 7th
Just because they are still around, and the first (and last) time I saw them was when they opened for Cradle of Filth in Marseille, in 1995. Seeing as that happens to be FIFTEEN years ago it would be fun to see them.
6). Elefant - Irving Plaza January 16th
Going to go with Meg and Rosie.
1). Muse - MSG March 5th
All seats except those behind the stage are sold out. I'll try CL and Stubhub nearer the date to get better seats I think.
2). Editors - Terminal 5 February 19th
I kind of have a love/hate relationship with this band. I love them because they remind me of my favourite bands, btu I hate them for the same reason. Go figure, I never said I wasn't a paradox.
3). Pearl Jam - Belfast Juen 23rd
I'm going to see Lynn in Ireland that week and it would be AWESOME if we got tickets to see PJ together. And if Eryn could make it too. They sold out in minutes, but I am sure we can find some.
4). BRMC - Webster Hall April 8th
I've seen them lots of times and will never ever get enough of them. I absolutely love this band. And I have a lot of fun memories that I associate with them.
5). Opeth - Terminal 5 April 7th
Just because they are still around, and the first (and last) time I saw them was when they opened for Cradle of Filth in Marseille, in 1995. Seeing as that happens to be FIFTEEN years ago it would be fun to see them.
6). Elefant - Irving Plaza January 16th
Going to go with Meg and Rosie.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year! A new decade has begun...
I remember exactly what I was doing 10 years ago. Maud and I dressed in suits and ties, my hair was cut in a short A-line bob, walking around Grenoble with two bottles of wine a-piece in our bags. Singing songs, making a random guy kneel down in front of the Berlioz statue and recite the Lords Prayer to him, crashing parties up and down centre-ville, and finishing the night with pizza at Maud's parents' apartment.
This year was a lot less entertaining, but fun. As in fun on a normal Friday night out I suppose. It just made me a little sad that at the end of the night I ended up walking down the street alone, a little pensive and just feeling worn out. Meg has Jimmy now, Rosie had Noel, a lot of my old friends back in England and France are married with kids... Anyway - enough of that.
By the end of the night I had been called "the sober bitch/sister/person/girl/woman" by 5 different people. Please. I have a name! I don't mind if this comes out of someone I don't know's mouth, but it's really upsetting when it's close friends who say it. I don't call you "bartender dude" or "drunk dude falling asleep at the bar" or "cokefiend girl" or "Indian dude who keeps hitting on me" do I? So why define me by something that I have chosen? It's a little disrespectful and really not funny.
Whether I drink or not is not an issue to me - whether I am happy or not is and I am a LOT happier now than I was this time last year.
I KNOW I shouldn't think these things over so much - but when it happens on a regular basis it just makes me sad.
Pretty sunset tonight:.jpg)
I remember exactly what I was doing 10 years ago. Maud and I dressed in suits and ties, my hair was cut in a short A-line bob, walking around Grenoble with two bottles of wine a-piece in our bags. Singing songs, making a random guy kneel down in front of the Berlioz statue and recite the Lords Prayer to him, crashing parties up and down centre-ville, and finishing the night with pizza at Maud's parents' apartment.
This year was a lot less entertaining, but fun. As in fun on a normal Friday night out I suppose. It just made me a little sad that at the end of the night I ended up walking down the street alone, a little pensive and just feeling worn out. Meg has Jimmy now, Rosie had Noel, a lot of my old friends back in England and France are married with kids... Anyway - enough of that.
By the end of the night I had been called "the sober bitch/sister/person/girl/woman" by 5 different people. Please. I have a name! I don't mind if this comes out of someone I don't know's mouth, but it's really upsetting when it's close friends who say it. I don't call you "bartender dude" or "drunk dude falling asleep at the bar" or "cokefiend girl" or "Indian dude who keeps hitting on me" do I? So why define me by something that I have chosen? It's a little disrespectful and really not funny.
Whether I drink or not is not an issue to me - whether I am happy or not is and I am a LOT happier now than I was this time last year.
I KNOW I shouldn't think these things over so much - but when it happens on a regular basis it just makes me sad.
Pretty sunset tonight:
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