I've just installed a new journal program, so it should be easier for me to post in the journal. Hopefully now I'll post more than once every three months;) I haven't figured out how to include the old posts, so for now you can go here.
Life's quite up in the air right now. Might move in with Tobias if i decide I can afford the rent there & if i decide i want to leave the Mission after 9 years...
Last Saturday I went to hear Lumin & Shabazz perform & aside from being bloody loud, they were beautiful. Shabazz has such loving, joyful presence, & a kickin band to boot. I danced nonstop for hours directly in front of the speakers, with earplugs.
Came home at 2:30am to change clothes & go to an after party, & there's a package from my lovely woodland elf friend, Beth, a birthday present. She's a jeweler in Montana these days & she made me a ridiculously beautiful pendant, stormcloud stone & copper nine-pointed muse star & brass om, as drawn reportedly by George Harrison;). I mean, I was already really happy she's alive, but sheesh.
I'm gonna go to New York for a month, from Dec. 23 through Jan. 23. I'll be there for the Golden Fest! There's a good chance you can catch me busking in the subways with Matthew or Genie, or even Briana perhaps, who'll be around till the end of December.
Ha! I'll have the rare pleasure of playing in New York New Year's Eve, at Barbès Cafe with matt moran, timothy quigley, sarah ferholt, greg squared & rest of zagnuts crew, max & minka & now gonifs too. Once i find out where Barbès Cafe is, i'll tell you.
Ok so here's the info:
New Year's Eve, starting 9 or 10pm, at Cafe Barbès (376 9th St near 6th Ave, Park Slope, Brooklyn). Max & Minka will be appearing with Members of the Zagnut Circus Orchestra Brass Band, & the Gonifs for a New Year's Eve Balkan Brass Band Extravaganza!
No cover & no free champagne at midnight. Barbès is a little Frenchy bar run by a couple of musicians with beautiful aesthetics.
I just had a crown put on my tooth. I like the way it feels, smooth gold. I think I'll have them all done as soon as I get 27 x $710 together. (Yes, I just counted my teeth. Thanks for asking.)
Saw the Lammam brothers play last night--rockin Egyptian/Lebanese pop music, completely nonstop high energy accordion & violin & bass & 2 drummers. There was a woman bellydancing with pink costume & pink hair; an old man got up & started stuffing dollars in her brastraps, then went for the cleavage. Her expression went from bewildered discomfort to "what the #^% is this guy doing, I can't believe he's groping me in a restaurant" & she spun away & kept her back to him, kept dancing, as did he, still brandishing the three remaining dollars intended as a minute's rent for her breasts. About the most out-of-line thing i've seen, but i was impressed with the way she handled it.
There was a Turkish woman there, Fatma, a singer who i used to play with for almost 2 years, & she didn't recognize me at all without my former beard. This keeps happening & i keep loving it. I feel undercover. I'm a secret agent. Perhaps when you next see me i'll be an old woman, we'll see dearie.