the allure of a tube sock

September 20. 1999

Wow. Has is it really been that long since I updated my page? I apologize. I started out with the best of intentions, but we all know what the road to hell is paved with.

I had the pleasure of spending this past weekend in New York City with a trio of RDTRNers, none other than the original one and only Wild Koba, the lovely Italian City Venezia, and of course, the cubanluvmonkey, Whorehey.

I stayed with the Wild Koba, and was permitted to enter his shack, which is actually a very nice little apartment, complete with Dali prints, Frank Zappa posters, keyboards and guitars galore, and of course, the oft used macintosh g3. That boy spends more time on the internet than I thought was humanly possible. Now come on, is it really necessary to check one's email 5 times a day? Of course, if you don't have a life...Plus he's a subscriber to the cult (aka AOL) so I got to listen to that very annoying dude say "You've Got Mail" and "Welcome" and "Goodbye" numerous times. I like my computers to shut up. And then, the icing on the cake: dear thrakboy here has programmed clips of Dream Theater into his computer, so every hour on the 45 we hear:

"I know about the honor of God, Mary Jane"

and every hour on the hour:

"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, Six o'clock on a Christmas morning"

I was woken several times from a sound sleep to these sounds, and had to resist the urge to take the nearest heavy object and hurl it at the computer. However, I did actually get to see the creation of a Wild Koba post to RDTRN, which was a thrill beyond all comprehension.

Anyway. Koba and I spent Friday looking for an elusive Renaissance album to no avail, and on Friday evening I was permitted to hang out with the lovely Venice (yes, she's gorgeous in person as she is on the net. Ask whorehey) who gave me a tour of Barnard and Columbia university, complete with a view of Lesbian Lawn. 1 in 1.2, eh? We were then joined by Koba and Venice's friend Jen, and went out for a nice Italian dinner. I burned my mouth on the Lasagna.

The next morning we were up early to get Jorge at LaGuardia. I took some "Venice before" pictures, and some "Venice and Jorge after" pictures. They'll be up soon. Koba teased Venice unmercifully by looking repeatedly at his watch while she was attempting to read, while we feasted on blueberries provided by Venice. Then here comes whoreboy himself. Koba and I immediately headed for the mythical Cinnabon, only to be called back by Jorge and Venice. Jorge...aww. What a sweetie. He really does look Jewish, though...

We all had lunch together, and then parted ways and Koba and I went back to take a nap. We then met in the East Village, and had dinner at a very nice Thai restaurant, and actually partook of Pad Thai noodles (remember those?). We shopped at various shops, still looking for that Renaissance CD, and found enough Tori bootlegs to make Dickie wet his pants.

Sunday, we all found ourselves at White Castle. While Venice ate her grape leaves like a good vegetarian, the three of us chowed down on hamburgers. I had never had them before, and they turned out to be just as good as everyone said they were. Watching Koba down 5 of them in a matter of minutes was an interesting experience. Gradually, the conversation turned toward the various uses of tube socks, Ben Gay, LABIA and Koba's desire to be their mascot, 1 in 1.2, altoids and of course, Jorge sodomizing my bag of french fries. *shudder* Never a dull moment.

From there, we went to the Empire State Building which, as many times I have been to NYC, I had never set foot in. Neither had Jorge, but that fact is completely shameful considering he lived off the Lincoln Tunnel in Jersey for the first 14 years of his life. Despite being rather touristy, it was still a lot of fun, more fun even than the World Trade Center. We walked all around the top and pointed out various landmarks.

We went back to Koba's shack of funk, and hung out for a while, and listened to new Tori songs on mp3. I've heard the whole album in one form or another, and I can assure it's going to kick ass. You won't see a review of it from me, however, because a) i am bad at reviews (yeah, that's why you were the music reviewer for the school paper your senior year, Bethany) and b) everyone else will be reviewing it, so why bother?. I then serenaded the three of them to my very bad version of "winter" and attempted to play "cornflake girl" with Koba without much success.

From there, I had to leave the Big Apple, and head back to my real life in Elkins Park, at Tyler School of Art. I had to wait a good hour for my friends to show up at the bus terminal in Philly, and meanwhile I drank some snapple and chatted with some bums. I finally arrived home at midnight and fell asleep immediately.

A moment of thanks. I need to thank Tori Amos right here, right now, for existing, because without her I would've never met these wonderful people. You guys all rock.

NEW MUSIC (a new section)

Got some new music in NYC. of course. It's impossible to enter a music store with Dave and not get the "get this album now or your life will have no meaning" spiel.

The Sugarcubes: Here Today, Tomorrow Next Week! (1989)

I had listened to The Sugarcubes in someone's car a couple months ago, and I liked what I heard. They are, in case you didn't know, the band that Bjork was in before she went solo. I like Bjork, so I figured it would be worth a try. I didn't know which album to get, so I basically just picked one and hoped for the best. I wasn't disappointed. I really like their sound...kind of trip happy pop. Almost Ska-ish. And Bjork's vocals are always adorable.

Joni Mitchell: For the Roses (1972)

Thought I had every Joni album? ha! actually, right now I only have about 3/4 of her stuff, if you count imports and whatnot. Of course, this is Joni, this rocks. It's the album that came the year after her masterpiece "Blue", so it was a tough act to follow. Still, an excellent album. You can hear her moving farther away from folk music and more toward Rock and jazz. It's interesting to see the transition.

Loreena McKennitt: The Visit (1992)

I don't do this often, but I will admit it. I bought this album for one song. The song's 11 minutes long, I don't know if that makes it any less a sin. She set Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem "The Lady of Shalott" to music, and since it is one of my favorite poems, I had to hear it. It's absolutely gorgeous, and so is the rest of the album. Yes, it was in the new age section. Guess who made fun of me for that.

Wow. this was long.

music:The Sugarcubes, Here Today, Tomorrow Next Week!
food: i need to go eat dinner soon...oh wait. the dining hall's closed. shit
read: The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, by Rebecca Wells (almost done!)
sight: my unfolded laundry from Wednesday. I miss my mommy
random: we have a blender now.