Pedestrianisation

Yesterday, after having our minds blown by Killer of Sheep, Eric and I decided to go for a walk. We walked and walked and walked some more. We ended up in Harlem, walked over to Columbia, enrolled as premed students...that or just sat in the courtyard making echo noises. No matter how long I have lived in this city, I find it's always possible to explore it as a foreigner. My new camera loved it.

New Camera Time

Yesterday was day one with my new lovely camera. This morning, I dropped it for the first of what will probably be many times. It survived. Check the results...

zZZz

I'm so tired. I'm about to die! Why am I not sleeping?! Friday night was the best time. Travis and I got smashed courtesy of my Peruvian sugar daddy friend buying us drinks non stop. We bounced around the L.E.S. until unfortunately ending up and a dreadful Ruff Club crowded with bridge and tunnellers...ew. Anywho we had a ball and did things that you will never hear about ever.



Last night, a smart person would have slept. Thank goodness for my missing brain cells because I went to Nacotheque instead. I had never been but heard the best things and after enjoying last week's events, couldn't wait to partake in more Spanish speaking fun. We danced hard until 4am to songs that I didn't know a word to...that is except when they played Spanish versions of American songs. I had the best best time. This party comes with my seal of approval as it is filled with extremely attractive people both inside and out. Ha! Hi, I'm being corny. My ever present stupidity was clearly with me when I decided to go to the after party. One sunrise later I was sound asleep...for a few hours, at least.

Today I am BEAT! My Dad bought me a new camera (yay! Love you, dad!) and I had to pick it up from the high school drop out store where I wasted an hour of my life. Travis and I went shopping which I'm sure was a similar experience to dragging a zombie down the road as I was out of it. But he was great company as I stressed over what to wear to Motherfucker tonight. Getting dressed is hard enough for me, let alone in theme. !@#$%^&*...eff. I'm so tired I kind of really don't want to go. We'll see. On one hand we have The Faint and good times all around. On the other hand we have my warm welcoming bed...oh, and my sanity. Tough decisions must be made!

r.i.Pod

Eff. My iPod has died.

Ferry Fairies

Last night, after making a brief appearance at High Voltage and then getting a little more than tipsy at Lit, Travis Wayne, Dante, and myself decided to take a ride on the Staten Island Ferry at 3am. We were joined by some drunken sailors in town for fleet week. Unfortunately, Sex and the City lied to us and this entire fleet was full of man titties (their words, not mine). We still had fun and eventually I'll have a nicely edited video of it all. For now, enjoy these pictures.

Oh hell yes.

Photo Credit

Gogol Bordello are playing two nights in a row at the Irvingfilmorplazastfu. If any band knew how to sort a visa, it would be this one, so I don't expect any push backs from them. I'm jazzed.

Oh hell no.

Mystery Jets were denied visas and have to push back their shows here...FOREVER! OK, not forever but seriously eff that. This is about the 500th time this has happened to a band I'm seeing this year. Yes I'm bummed, but now I have June 1st wide open. Should I got to CSS or Animal Collective? Hmmm...decisions, decisions.

Backtracking

So I've pretty much ignored this blog long enough. Thought I would catch you up on my life's events in reverse order. I'm hoping that by doing this, I will encourage myself to blog more once again.



That picture of me and Ross when we were three and seven is sitting right next to me now. I'm in DC visiting my parents and eating Wheat Thins...that's all they ever have to eat here. Last week they visited me in NYC. We went to a screening for my non-camera filmmaking class which was the first public exhibition of my first attempt at film. Pretty sweet. Someone in my class took my film to get a digital print made to be shown at a gallery in London in June. If all goes well, maybe I'll be able to post it here someday. We shall see. When I gave him my film canister, I took some sharp scratching tools out of it, put them in my bag, and forgot about them until two days later when I was coming back to my apartment in the wee hours of the morning. I pushed my hip against my door to forced it open only to have my hip met with one of the sharp little tools successfully stabbing me in the leg. Not really the best thing to have to deal with at 5am. I'm OK though.

Moving on, I saw Patrick Wolf...again. OK I love Patrick, but I've definitely had my fill. Yikes! I can't believe I'm saying that, but his show at Bowery was a little more glitter than I could deal with. Pictures? Voila!


Patrick Wolf

The week before that show, we all partied at Happy Endings. That was fun if only because Patrick rapped along with the musical stylings of Fergie. Good times...go back to England plzthnx. Ouch! I'm kidding. Why am I being mean? Who knows? I love Patrick. He has a unicorn tattooed on his chest! Take that for what it's worth.

I thought this would be in reverse chronological order, but really it's just turning out to be Tiye's random scatter-brained order. Learn to deal! I got back $80 last week by not going to see The Kooks or Arctic Monkeys. Good move, me thinks. Big venues plus all ages plus bands I already have seen many a time equals my ad on craigslist.

Last Friday, I went to a party in one of the nicest apartments I've been to in recent memory. So nice, I wanted to cry. It was really fun, but I was the only person there who didn't speak Spanish. Everyone knew English anyhow, so it was all fine until a bunch of us went to a little after party at which point not a single word of English was uttered for the rest of the night...I mean morning. Those few hours were spent watching people dance and sing their hearts out to every word of Spanish pop songs that I had never heard of. It was like when you go to a party and they play Will Smith and everyone knows the words to Men in Black...like that...in Spanish. Needless to say it was freakin awesome.

Friday's events will no doubt produce a great source for my embarrassment. I'm sick of having incriminating photos taken of me...I need to take some of my own! I'm going to start taking more pictures this summer, so look forward to that. I just got a killer job which I'll go into more detail about later next week after everything is finalized. For now I'll just let you know that once you find out what it is, you'll just think I'm a lucky bitch...not that you don't already think that...but it's really sweet and along those lines. What else? What else?



Last week Travis was away in Philly for way longer than I could stand. Hopefully that picture will help you understand. There will be a lot of stuff for you to live vicariously through posted on here next week. Promise!

The Man

Photo Credit

Hedi Slimane is subtlety and style incarnate. He not only has an eye for beautiful things, but takes amazingly beautiful photographs and has honestly become one of my favorite photographers. Plus he shares my disco ball infatuation. Here are two of his new pictures of the man, Peter. Click the caption for more.

Greetings from Beirut

Beirut

Last night at Bowery Ballroom was one of my favorite concerts I've ever been to...that's saying a lot...in the top five for sure. My pictures are all up on my Flickr. As soon as I walked in I saw Ed Droste, reminding me of the last really great show I went to. Ah memories. But I couldn't bare to say anything to him because I'm using parts of 'Marla' on the soundtrack for my experimental film I made at school. I'm sure he would really love to know that...only not. I learned that The Arcade Fire were also there when some of them played on stage with Beirut for the encore. So I finally got to see the Arcade Fire! If that wasn't enough indie name dropping already, Sufjan Stevens was there too, but I didn't see him...good thing or I might be dead on the Bowery floor right now if I had.


Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy opened and set the bar high. I've only listened to him on my iPod before, so seeing how he creates his one-man orchestrations live was amazing. A projection artist created things on stage as he played. It was really a beautiful set. Beirut came on with their horns for the last song and it was the first extreme high point of a show filled with them. This makes me sound like a total wussy but I was close to crying. WUSSY! But still...wow.


Beirut

Zach Condon is trying to make up for every slacker kid my age by being scary kid genius my age. It's hard to believe that Beirut's music does not come from a wised old man far beyond my age and experience, not some American kid who just turned 21 like me! Recently I've been on a really big Eastern European/Balkan kick, listening to anything from Boban Macovic to Leningrad, and Beirut has been the greatest nurturing source to that kick. I feel like seeing them live last night filled me up with enough happy to run off of for a long time.

Having gone out every night for the last week...month...or so...I decided to take my joy and go to sleep. On my way I walked right into Zach and briefly thanked him for the amazing show. I'm pretty sure I said the word "amazing" to him a dozen times in thirty seconds. It was. Seemed that most of the audience had a similar appreciation. At one interval between songs, a woman shouted out, "Never stop!" and then the quote of the night, "Stop tuning!" A world where Beirut's music never stopped playing for a moment seems ideal and certainly the one I'm in now, for it's been playing in my head even as I sleep.

Funny Things Said to Shey at 3am

I thought I would share some eloquent quotes from my drunken self...

"He thought we were dating, but we weren't...anyways at least he didn't like PENIS!"

"Now he's like a freakin rugby player...a bedazzled rugby player."

"He's so retarded. Please tell him I said that. No don't. ...He's going to grow up to be a pedophile. Please tell him that. No don't."

Those quotes are all about different people. I wonder if anyone other than Sarah would be able to guess who they were about. Good thing I don't have to contemplate that because Sarah's the only person who reads my blog! Good times.