Earlier this week Pulp announced a show at Radio City Music Hall, and tickets went on sale at 10am, and when I checked at 9:59 tickets hadn’t gone on sale yet and when I tried to but two tickets at 10am they were sold out already and when I tried to get one ticket at 10:01am that was also sold out and then when I tried again at about 10:04 I got stuck in this endless loop of Ticketmaster wait time.
Argggggggggggh.
Filed under: music, personal | Tags: guilty pleasures, me me me me me, one week one band, personal
Over on One Week One Band this week people are guest-posting about their favorite album closers… The posts on Blur’s “Yuko and Hiro,” Fiona Apple’s “I Know,” and the Magnetic Fields’ “Take Ecstasy With Me” are all excellent. I wrote something, too. I was one of the few (the only?) person to choose an album-ending single and it’s one you’ve probably known forever, even if I didn’t know it myself until I was in my mid-twenties.
Actually, with the move I’ve got all my vinyl with me but none of my CDs, which is part of the reason why I didn’t end up writing about “Bar Italia” or “The Dancer” or “O Girlfriend” or “Constant Craving” or “Glory Box” or “Just Call Me Joe.” Also, I considered “Jealousy,” but I’ve already written about the Pet Shop Boys there…
Last year, in lieu of making one New Year’s resolution, I decided to resolve lots of things. Rather than One Big Change, I thought what I really needed was A Bunch Of Little Changes That Might Add Up To Something Significant. There were 38 items on the list I came up with, ranging from the very specific (eat more vegetables) to the very general (rely less on others.) Some would be very easy, like look at more art and get glasses, and some would require major work, like getting published more and being more fiscally responsible.
In general, I failed almost completely at just about every action item.
Really, I’m not.
This month was just a little much… I’m moving out of my apartment after seven and a half years, and that’s been taking up tons of my time. That, and the magazine, and my month-long photo project, and job hunting, and family stuff, and events, and stuff and things and crap and so forth.
Filed under: personal, tv | Tags: ironing board collective, me me me me me, ringer, sarah michelle gellar
The folks at Ironing Board Collective were nice enough to let me blog for them for the next eight Wednesdays, starting today. My first subject: Bridget Kelly and Siobhan Martin, the good-and-evil identical twins played by Sarah Michelle Gellar on Ringer. Which is SO GOOD, oh my God.
Filed under: gay, personal | Tags: me me me me me, models, personal, providence
It’s official… After seven years (and four roommates) in the same apartment, I’m moving at the end of November. Not far, just under two miles, but far enough that I’ll be spending a lot of time in the coming weeks cleaning out my attic. And my basement. And my garage. And my bedroom. And so forth. (I’m not a hoarder, exactly, but seven years is a long time for books and papers to accumulate.)
That said, I’m doing one last major thing before I go: You know how periodically I advertise that I’m looking for models for dirty-ish photo projects? Yeah, so I’m going to do one more run of those before I go, as a way of saying goodbye to the place and also as a way to keep my sanity and not stress over what I’m going to do with all of my belongings now that I’m not going to have an attic and basement and garage…
So, if you’re in the Providence area and feel like taking your pants off for me, drop me an e-mail (mixtapesforhookers@gmail.com) and we can talk.
[photo: Guy In My Bedroom, 2008 (?)]
Filed under: personal, tv | Tags: desperation made a fool of me, meredith vieira, who wants to be a millionaire
This morning I woke up at 6am to audition for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?, because I saw a blurb in the newspaper yesterday about the show’s producers coming to Providence and, you know, why not. Also, my financial situation is incredibly dire right now, and I know a bunch of useless trivia, so I thought this might solve some problems.
A coffee stop on the way made me a few minutes late for the first seating, but I hung out towards the front of a line for a long time while reporters and photographers from local media buzzed around. The line swelled, largely with men in their fifties and sixties, by the time we were called in to take the 30-question written test. (I don’t know why, but I assumed the crowd would be mostly female.)
Filed under: personal | Tags: ewan mcgregor, gay, national coming out day, personal
[In honor of National Coming Out Day, an event I have extremely mixed feelings about, one of my stories.]
I came out to my best friend when I was seventeen, via AOL Instant Messenger. Just moments previously, in the same instant messenger chat window, my best friend had told me he was gay. He didn’t really believe me and I didn’t really believe him and then one of us called the other one and I think maybe we cried a lot, mostly because we were happy. And gay.
He was a year younger than me and we had met doing some insanely nerdy thing at school—Math Team? (I don’t know, there were so many nerdy activities.) Over the next few months we hung out like we always had, but we talked about sex more and more. We watched Emmannuelle movies on Cinemax and we saw Boogie Nights and talked for hours about how much we wanted to do it with Mark Wahlberg. A couple of months later, on Valentine’s Day, we started doing it with each other instead.
Coming out of my blogging coma to let you know that we’ll be in New York later this month to launch the second issue of Headmaster. The party’s at Julius, a West Village institution that I’ve been fond of for a while now. The first time I went there I had taken maybe two steps in the door before someone offered to buy me a drink. Not even five minutes later, 7/8 of a Guinness still in hand, someone else offered to buy me a drink.
Perhaps you will also be lucky, if you come to the party.
11 posts on the Pet Shop Boys since Monday and the big party tomorrow. (Hopefully you are coming!) The plan for Friday is to crash all day and/or catch up on Torchwood, which I’m already three episodes behind on. (Although honestly I spent most of the first couple of episodes just wishing the Mekhi Phifer would go away, possibly to an acting school somewhere.)
In any event, posting will resume soon.
