Orion - stars in the sky tonight

Here is Orion with the stars joined up. The three stars in the middle are his belt and if you are in a dark place you will be able to make out the sword in the middle. The star in the top right hand corner is pronouced beatle juice. Orion has a dog called Sirius. Sirius is one of the brightest stars in the sky.
The story goes that Apollo was jealous that Orion liked Artemis who was a pretty magnificent hunting goddess. One day, Orion went swimming and Apollo dared Artemis that she couldn't fire her bow and arrow and hit "that thing" bobbing about in the water. She got him. It was Orion. I don't know what she did to Apollo. He's the sun god and he's still in the sky [splay hands]. Artemis arranged that Orion would always be in the night sky. Some old bits of parchment refer to Artemis as goddess of the moon - so maybe that's why she has him up in the sky with her
What I like best about the story is that the gods put his dog up there with him.
Sirius.
Just to the right.
You might have to tilt your head a bit.

christmas eve - glad madoff didn't make off with my money

it was kind of barmy warm last night after the rain.  I had to deliver something to my friend up Central Park West so I went on my bike.  In my new silver wellington boots.  I have pictures of myself in 1966 wearing pyjamas and wellington boots.  There was a big snowfall in England that year - and i wouldn't take off my boots then.  Some things never change.  Maybe it was that Christmas Eve stay up til he comes over thing.  

So I'm biking back and I turn left into the park.  

It's all black and white in there.  

Clean snow.

Black trees.

Silver pond.

Midtown ahead of me and I realize I haven't been near midtown for a while.  I see the Empire State Building is glowing red and green. 

And I look to my left and see all those big fancy apartments with their lights on and I start to notice how many have got Christmas trees lit.  It was around 9:30 - 10.  And I see how many rooms people have up there. 

I think it's weird that Madoff made off with all that money.  Where is it?  Where is all the money that people gave him?  I just can't imagine it.  I am hearing of one super rich person after the next.  I passed the Beresford.  My ex boss lives in there.  She was friends with Fred Wilpon who had money in the Mets.  I wonder if he asked her to invest with him.  

What will Central Park West look like next year?

  

kentucky derby - hillary clinton, please don't bet my horse

am i the first with the conspiracy theory? did Eight Belles drop because Hillary Clinton placed a bet on her?

A few years ago i bet a filly called FLYING COLORS. Even with odds of 45-1 i figured the only filly in the race is either going to run fast or check out the boys. She ran fast and I wonalotta money with a win place and show bet.

Yesterday, I was watching the race with M. He insisted on calling Denis of Cork, Penis of Cork because a real Dennis would have two N's. It made the commentary during the race rude but funny - he's coming round the bend. he's doing what he can to get there - he's in the back, he's coming to the front of the .... you get the picture.

He came third from being last.

It was so sad to know that Eight Belles didn't get off the track. I hoped the other horses didn't know about it. Although how could they not?

Apparently euthanasia is an injection of an air bubble into the veins and i don't know. does it go to the brain or the heart. It's supposedly quick.

But, maybe I've watched too many Godfather movies. I understand that Mrs. Clinton, a runner in the elections as we know, wasn't actually at the Derby [was she tied to a chair somewhere?]- her daughter placed the bet. Conspiracy theory anyone?

BANG ISSUE: another story

Bryan Swirsky’s is a man who knows punk rock and dub. He’s been responsible for getting Punk Rock Brits over here (NYC) and into a van for a few years now.
A few years ago, I was on an assignment in Devon when The Boss heard that The Avengers were playing with the Damned (Rat Scabies wasn't playing drums on this tour, he reved up his mazra red sports car and we drove there in one hour which was fast enough for me! It was the first time The Avengers had been in the UK ever. Bryan hooked up My Boss. When we banged on the stage door and Bryan came along - he was surprised to see me.

When I was on my paper route last month, I didn’t expect to see Bobby Schayer on Bryan's couch, back from New Zealand where he’d been on tour with Interpol.

He’s a great tech according to Sam Fogarino and used to play drums with Bad Religion.

I asked him Did you ever get a stick in your eye?”

BOBBY SAID he’d sent a stick out into the audience & hit some fan once, but strangely enough this kid had had some eye condition & the stick actually corrected it. TRUE STORY. A man with magic sticks.

This is where it all started:

BOBBY TOLD ME:
I grew up in LA. Mom was an extra in Elvis movies – she danced in Blue Hawaii. Elvis was very nice to her. Grandmother was an extra in Giant. Y’know, we were a Los Angeles family. There were about 13 TV stations then.

I would watch all the music shows – Midnight Special, Lawrence Welk, Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert - good or bad. I checked out everything about the bands I liked. I noticed the Stones’ drummer had one tom, so did the Kinks, the Beatles, Hollies.

I had a brother. He had a guitar. And we would play ‘being in a band,’ And yeah, we’d seen the Everly Brothers but they weren’t rockn’n’roll to us. We didn’t want to be like them. We wanted to be in a rock’n’roll band. We played guitar but I got some sticks & improvised w/cardboard. Y’know, you wanna make a noise, Your own noise - and have some fun.

One night in 1977 I saw the Ramones on TV.

Changed my life.

Got the record. I learned Loudmouth in 2 minutes. You can learn twenty Ramones songs in 10 minutes. It was EASY. And it was fun. No leads. Start. Finish. End. It felt like, Finally I’ve got my music.

We’d play first side of Ramones album, learn that, eat dinner, do homework.

Next day, play second side of the album, learn that, eat dinner, do homework.

Third day - we knew the whole album. OK. Drum kit for my birthday Dec 23 1979. I was 13 years old.

We went to Finn’s Music Emporium in Sherman Oaks. It was a Black CB-700 Percussion 5 piece with 2 toms. But I took one of the toms off to be like Tommy Ramone, Paul Cook (Sex Pistols), Clem Burke (Blondie). Paul Cook stole a drum set to make the band happen. Tommy was a guitar player manager who became a drummer because they couldn’t get a drummer. My brother had a guitar & an amplifier.. He took lessons. Now I needed lessons.

I think drummers always take notice of other drummers. New York Dolls. Jerry Nolan - left handed. I went to the Whiskey A Go Go, a club in LA & one night I saw the Circle Jerks, they were a local favorite, I had a friend called Mouse (Alison Braun) & one night I told her, I want to play drums like that [drummer] (Lucky Lehrer). He made me laugh. Mouse said, “He teaches drums. You should call him up/ ask him to teach you.” She told me that the phone number on their record “GROUP SEX” was his number. So I got the record and I called the number and it was him. He was really laid back. “Yeah.”

I was like, “I want to learn drums.” And Lucky said, “Okay.” Real laid back.

He told me to meet him at the band’s rehearsal spot in Englewood near the LAX airport. Well I didn’t have a car. I was 13! So he said he would pick me up. I told him, “I’ll be wearing a black t-shirt and holding drumsticks. Honk when you see me.” And he came/picked me up in a white Honda Civic 1978 outside the Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. Beep Beep. This was 1981. And in the car was Erica who was roommates with Darby Crash, she was getting drum lessons as well. And drove me out to their rehearsal space which was really their singer Keith’s mom’s place. I had my drum lesson. Keith’s mom didn’t want drum students over her house all the time, so I said, “let’s do it at my house.” After all, I didn’t want to go out there on the bus each week. It was a rough neighborhood. And that worked out because it turned out I was 15 mins from Lucky’s house & I had a friend who wanted to learn drums & he came too & he had another student in the area - Peter Finstone - who I replaced later in Bad Religion. So Lucky charged me like 10 bucks for the first lesson/ 15 for the next ones and I had a lesson every week. Lucky was like 23 yrs old. He said have fun, & when it isn’t fun, don’t do it anymore. He was always a jazz fan. Liked Buddy Rich. He had a cream coloured kit. And he taught me to read music. All that stuff & when I teach drums, I teach just like Lucky.

He taught me a lot. He would be teaching me drums & going to law school & when he passed his bar exam he quit the Circle Jerks. He was at the top of his game. He joined his dad’s law company. And he told me to have goals. And I did. And I kept reaching them. I played for English kids. That was a goal. Y’know I came off stage July 3 1991 “I got to play England.” [Did he get scared?] Yes. I got scared and nervous. I’d drink a lot of water before I went on because man, you sweat. You get in shape. Man. The sweat would be dripping into my ears although I think that’s why I’m not deaf. There was so much water in my ears. I would have to shake my head to get all the water out of my ears. I played some awful places where the condensation would drip on me and knock my drum heads out of whack. Water and heat loosens the tunage. But then I got to play The Forum. So we were opening. But I got to play in front of 14000 people. It was cool. Playing drums 4 hours a day. You get fit! The first time I went on tour I came back & had this job at A&M packing boxes. They were like, “whad did you do this summer?” I went on tour. But then you know, 1998, we get the gold disc. You get 5 actually. My folks have one. I sent one to Lucky. I sent one to Jack & then I got Wayne Kramer’s number. I called him up & said, “I’m going to send you something. Let me know when you get it.”
And he called me. He got it. Y’know, here’s a guy who lost everything. Been to jail. I wanted him to know he made a difference.
Bobby left Bad Religion 2001. He’s on tour somewhere. Oh, and Bobby’s drumsticks are Vic Firth 5BN’s. Nylon Tip.

April 11 - Friday in Williamsburg - moon in cancer

I went over to Annie's place. In her back garden, the weeping pear tree that she'd rescued from a sale at Home Depot last year was doing great. Lush new leaves fresh for spring out of hibernation.
"It had one leaf when I got it, " she said.
I also admired her haircut.
That afternoon, she'd tried a nice place in the neighbourhood. Her regular hairdresser wasn't there. This is always a worry for a gal. In fact, she'd come home and had to have a nap before we met the gang. Some new transplant had said, "you're not one of these people who's been in the neighbourhood for ages, are you?"
"Yes," she said, "I am."
Ouch.
She'd been hurt. She'd fallen asleep and had bad dreams.
She made us a cup of coffee.
It wasn't that she felt old but that where she lived was changing so fast - next block there's a multi-storey building going up and the pounding pounding can drive her to distraction.
Luckily for us, her distraction is art and she also likes Japanese food. I knew this evening I'd be in for a treat.
Someone called from the street.
That would be Chris Lee.
"That's a man who grew up without cel phones. I remember having a date shout my name from the street a few times because I was drying my hair and my neighbours threw quarters at him." I hoped she felt better about being in the neighbourhood a while. On our way out, Annie picked up her umbrella. It is supposed to rain all weekend, I'd heard.
Talking about dates - turned out the gal we were going to meet up with, Annie's friend, went to high school with her. She'd know her from way back and the friend was at the Abbey with her new date.
I didn't know her and said I'd wait outside with Chris Lee.
But Chris Lee followed Annie in the bar.
A familiar looking man was smoking a cigarette.
In the olden days you could smoke indoors.
I nearly said, "remember when you could smoke..." but I didn't want to sound like an old hipster.
"Would you like something for the weekend?" I asked him, instead.
"Alright." he said, gamely.
He asked me where I was from in England and said he was dating a girl from London. He even said her name. Karen C. Turned out I knew her from when I worked at the Royal College of Art. I looked up to Karen C who was a girl doing illustration. Fabulous illustration, actually. I asked how she was doing and he told me that she would be picking strawberries this summer. I said how wonderful because I can't imagine being in an office indoors in the summertime. He brightened up. We were on the same frequency it seemed.
He said this was his last night with his photographs on the wall inside.
He finished his cigarette, and I went in for a tour.
They were beautiful photographs. Light-full. In colours. Rich and light at the same time. Maybe randomly composed but as lovely as looking out of a window into the Summertime sun. A leaf, a shadow, simple things - transformed. Floated the Abbey into the countryside.
He let me look on my own while he called a few shots on the pool table.
His opponent was swaying rather.
I saw Annie and C and her Date and off we went.
Turned out the Date grew up on the next block to my apartment, back in the day, when you could walk to school and play pick up baseball.

Gallery Hopping:
Highlights: (tk)
Bozu - the resteraunt
Grand Street

OTTOMAN LOUNGE the music
Fabulous Phast Phreddie was spinning 1,2,3 it's so easy, and other lovely songs older than me.
You should see the walls at the Ottoman lounge. Just fabulous.
The music played on. There was a flash of lightning and a bit of that straight down rain. Wet and soaking if you are out in it.
Thank goodness for Annie's umbrella.