Here I am at the Starlight Lounge recently, dressed in rainbows and rocking the bass. Thanks to Miss Ashley Devine for sending the photo.
It feels like I've been in New York for two weeks now. The heat makes everything drag.
Jordie and Billy and I lounge at The Maritime Hotel and somehow, in this odd environment of sun-dresses, cellphones and cocktails, we come up with all kinds of indie rock band names as well as ideas for movies we will make and possibly books we could collaborate on.
Today it is impossible to get out of bed, but I do and we jaunt to rehearsal where we run our set, and brainstorm some ideas for the show. We are hoping to play our first shows in the first week of October.
yoga this morning. i do not know all the chants.
in an effort to better the climate of our rehearsal space, it is over to Home Depot to procure a dehumidifier. "when it's august and you're at home depot in manhattan, it's never a good day," proclaims nathan.
we practise and it goes much better and much longer than yesterday.
spacehog or some formation of the members of spacehog leave the practise space as we take a break outside.. "i respect those guys cuz they practise during the day," says Nathan as they depart into the brooklyn haze.
billy is playing jordie Salad Fingers .....
i cross from Canada into the United States. thanks to some clever planning, i am not detained for hours at the border while customs officials google me, read my career highlights and whisper about me as I sit bored to death near a framed picture of George W. Bush and a placard which says Customs pledges to treat travelers with "courtesy and respect". it amuses me that they fear I am working here when I am actually contributing to the U.S. economy what with springin for fancy dinners, films, iced lattes, organic groceries and taxi fare.
jordan however is finger-printed, which serves him right as he is the most dangerous of us all, what with his snappy approach to fashion and his secret wish to make musical masterpieces in his Etobicoke basement.