Dear Dudes, (Because it has been brought to my attention hardly any females comment on my blog.)
Last week I spent a full day in the studio making a DVD with my band mates. We were recording audio and video at the same time so we were in full Rock mode. It was bloody awesome. It would be more awesome if I gave two shits about the music we were recording but alas, I’ll settle for spending the day singing. Because I love it. So much.
So as I’ve explained before, the guys in the band are amazing. All of them have seriously impressive resumes and have played with tons of stars. Then there are the eye candy/backup singers which consist of me and El. We basically danced in place much more than would normally be natural and hit ourselves with tambourines.
El took a ton of pictures so I shall share some here with you.
This is me not paying attention.
Knight and EL
The Studio
This is what happens when you are overzealous with a tambourine.
So last week was awesome. This week I’m doing a shoot for a short film. I’m one of four backup burlesque dancers in this film noir dark satire. I was just e-mailed a picture of our “costumes”.
I have started going to Rock & Roll Karaoke night at Arlene's Grocery Monday nights. It's basically a dirty old bar with a rock band that lets you choose a song from their set list and sing it live on stage with them. It's a decent size crowd that shows up to this wild evening to scream their heads off. I went for the second time last Monday. Casey and I decided to go early so we could get our names in the book and sing early on.
We walked in at the same time as a guy that was their the week before and is clearly a regular. He is 40 years old with an unkempt mohawk, a dirty leather jacket, and the worst case of body odor imaginable. He very well could be homeless actually. So the three of us walk into the bar and some sort of comedy show is in the works so we belly up to the bar and sit on the stools to watch the end of the show. It wasn't bad especially since we came in at the end and didn't have to pay. While the show is going on I happen to look at a guy sitting to my left and realize he looks familiar.
Does anyone remember my Missed Connections post? Last July I saw a guy on a train that I had posted a missed connection about in 2004 as a joke and he found it. We don't really know each other put our paths kept crossing somehow. Well, he was now sitting next to me. This time I said hello and let him know I have been reading his blog. It was a very unusual experience for me. I have never even seen some of the neighbors that live on the same floor as me in my apartment building but somehow I keep running into this guy. Luckily he seems like a normal person. So my evening started out with this odd occurrence. It would take a lot to top that, right? Apparently not.
Fast forward. The band is playing. People are singing. Creepy stinky guy is jumping around up front and wait, what is that? He is making out with some chick? Eww. They are making such a big scene that the band actually comments on the fact that it's a good night because this dude somehow found a girl. She is kind of scaring me. Casey is up to sing before me. He is in the middle of rocking "Don't You Forget About Me" when he pauses to mention that the chick is showing her tits. Yep, he announced it to the whole crowd because that is what a rocker should do. This chick is not only showing them but she took off her whole shirt and bra. Nasty stinky guy was cupping and fondling while Casey was singing and the whole audience was watching the show.
One of the fun aspects of Rock & Roll karaoke is that they usually have a photographer there taking pictures of all the singers. He gets a couple hundred photos and posts them all to flickr for the world to see. Guess what the majority of Casey's pictures looked like. Yep, a greasy topless chick with Casey in the background. That is Rock and Roll my friends. That is how it's done.
I don't update this thing nearly enough. Ugh. Alright, I've got a lot to fill in so I'll be vague.
I went to Carnegie Hall last week to see one of my favorite people in the world JASON/Doodle perform. He is a bass in the Gay Men's Chorus and they do a Holiday show each year. It was amazing! First of all, Carnegie Hall is pretty much the best venue ever. The sound is incredible and I was so high up my nose was bleeding on the chorus. It was a very exciting night.
My sad company is not doing anything holiday related this year so I have to live vicariously through Casey. It wasn't all that vicarious though because he invited me to his work party. It was north of Manhattan which made it feel like we flew to another state completely. They had a DJ that played the electric slide and when a conga line started up I tried to hide. People did lots of shots and did I mention that we were the best dressed couple there? It was a good time.
Saturday night we had tickets to see Rockapella. I have loved Rockapella since I was a very young kid thanks to my dad and the children's show Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego. Lucky for me Casey happens to be friends with one of them so he got us front row tickets to their gig in Jersey. I called them crotch shot seats and I was thankful because the current bass singer is the sexiest man of all time. He knelt down, took my hand, and started singing I have no idea what because my body temperature went up a few degrees and I was swooning. He isn't the guy you see in the video linked above. Only one of the original members is still in the group but everyone is ridiculously talented in the vocal department. Wow. Here is a video of the current group.
Sunday night I saw Duran Duran perform in some theater in Jersey. Two nights in a row spent in Jersey? I must be crazy! The show was pretty good but you couldn't hear the skill of Duran Duran because they had the amps set at eleven. I just got my hearing back today. Your Vegas opened for Duran Duran. This is only my second time seeing them but a couple of my friends are pretty much groupies now and I have to admit that they are justified because Your Vegas is worth checking out.
Holy crap is today Wednesday? That means I have a show tomorrow night! HOLIDAY COQUETTES at The Duplex! I'm not nearly as worked up or nervous for this show. Probably because I'm not alone on stage. I trust Ava to not suck so as long as I can live up to that standard as well it should be pretty good. Casey has been given permission to attempt recording. If this works I will share with you. Maybe.
Sorry I’m MIA so frequently. Things have been crazy. The show on Friday went well. There isn’t a whole lot to say about it except you missed out. I got free candy. No, nobody recorded anything. Sorry.
On Saturday morning Casey and I woke up and decided it was a lovely day for irreparable body damage/art. I’m talking about tattoos. This was my third one; however, you might say I’ve been under the needle four times because I had one changed a few years after it was originally done. This time around we went to a cool little place in the East Village that was recommended by a friend of mine. It had Victorian couches and really interesting/ unusual jewelry on display. It must have been the coolest parlor I’ve ever been in. Want to see what I got?
Luckily I had this picture in my sent mail. Otherwise I would have never gotten around to posting something. If you can’t tell, this is my lower back and all those odd marks are where the tape from the bandage wouldn’t come off.
So that was my Saturday day. After this I went to discuss my next show with Ava before she went in to work. We got very little done but did have a good drink. Have you ever tried port cider? Holy crap that’s good! Then I went home to get in my flapper costume for the party Saturday night. It was kind of cute I must admit. The party was a little wild and the dude who throws this annual shindig brews beer so I had some amazing pumpkin ale to boot! At some point I recall a bag of fruit loops being ripped open and dumped down my face all over the floor. Clearly we are rock stars.
I think that was the last thing worth mentioning. I’ll try to be back soon.
Yesterday I had a little fondue get together with some friends. It was a lot of cheese and even more champagne. Surprisingly nothing went wrong. It was really easy to make. The consistency was perfect and stayed perfect. I was happy. I have a really nice fondue pot that I rarely ever use since I never cook or anything but I figured it was about time I invited people over again. I might start using that thing more often.
Is anyone else watching Rock Of Love II as religiously as I am? For some reason I am obsessed with this show. I think all the girls are frightening yet I have to catch the new episode every Sunday. This is the only show I have ever cared about not missing. What on earth is wrong with me? I think it has something to do with my secret desire to be a rock whore.
This is me not paying attention.
Knight and EL
The Studio 
