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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Stuck On Stupid

I've just read an article in the May 29th issue of New York magazine about Peter Gaiten, a notorious Canadian who owned nightclubs during the 80's and 90's. He exemplified and guarded artists in New York City. After Mayor Rudolph Giuliani took office, he was found guilty of tax evasion and deported back to Canada, where he now resides.

New York City (Manhattan) was extremely exciting during the 80's and 90's, thanks to him, now it is a placid, money generating machine but Peter Gaiten, alas, is opening a new club called Circa in Toronto after seven years. Good for him. You may have seen the movie Party Monster, starring Macaualy Calkin and Dylan McDermott. Macaulay Calkin played Michael Alig, a vivacious promoter for Peter Gaiten's nightclubs. Unfortunately, Michael Alig took the liberty of murdering a person also involved in the nightclub scene during the "heyday". He is now in a juvenile hall, being held until next year.

What does this all mean? You figure it out. With heavy metal swinging back, smacking people in the face, there's no telling what's going to happen. I'll tell you one thing, though, Republican paranoia and all that other shit that comes with it is almost over. I feel I will be a part of the resurgence of creative freedom but we will be catapulted into the future through technology and idealism. What does mean for pop culture and everything else pop? It means it will come back differently, in a big way.

Leeeeeeeet The...Foghorn Sound

Boy, is it foggy today. There is a very thick fog hanging over the entire area of Los Angeles. It's not really a problem for me but the moisture in the air does make me sleepy. I slept on a couch last night after singing for five hours at a place called The Palms, on Santa Monica Boulevard across from the Ramada Inn. It was awesome. I gave my singing voice excercise. For all you freaks out there who are questioning my reason for being in a bar, get a life.

Eventually, I will put a contemporary R&B band together. I don't care if I just sing at Bar Mitvah parties or any other kind of wedding party, I'm going to sing, damn it. I enjoy it as well as writing (although I don't enjoy writing as much, it makes me feel old). I did feel stiff while on stage at the bar because of my attire. My clothing does not fit me too well. No, I'm not satisfied with what I got. Why should I be? I deserve more and better than what I have (or maybe I'm just deluded with narcissism, ha-ha). I think someday, I will make it as a writer or artist but for now, I just feel like I'm a million years old. Gross.

"Crazy Thing To Do Today" Thought: Dance while waiting to cross the street.