Sorry about the lack of update today. I worked open-to-close and immediately drove across town to catch the Paul F. Tompkins show at Largo. I’ve never quite been a fan of the comedian, but I most definitely enjoyed the show tonight. Those of you who have had the misfortune of watching me mum my way through comedy shows in the past would be pleased to discover I actually possess a sense of humor. Who knew that all it would take for me to laugh in public would be to not put Sinbad or Laura Kightlinger on stage! Look, it’s not like I demand a lot from a stand-up comedian. I just don’t want to hear dad jokes from a dope who has never been funny, and I don’t want to hear a grown woman bitch about how she’s not as famous as she’d like to be. Hey, I’ve seen Iliza Shlesinger a handful of times over the course of the past three years and shes made me laugh despite of her obvious hot-girl-with-a-boy’s-potty-mouth routine. I guess I just have to, you know, be in the presence of someone who is genuinely funny in order to laugh at their jokes. That said, I’m about 12 years late to the party but I would highly recommend the Paul F. Tompkins show at Largo. Who knows, I might even become a regular. Think about it. Me…doing something regularly that doesn’t require pornography . Wouldn’t mama be proud? Well, mom? Would you be proud? Do you even read my blog, mom?
Side note: I’m endlessly humored that my mom referenced this website in conversation the past week. She sent me a text message to say that Susan Feniger prepared a dish for Top Chef Masters that the two of us consumed last week at Feniger’s restaurant Street. Later that night I streamed the episode on YouTube to see how it was received. It turned out that Susan was voted out of the competition. So, I wrote my mom a brief e-mail saying apparently we know fuck all about haute cuisine because the dish got her eliminated from the show. Mom’s pithy retort? “Hey, your idol with the big tits loved it.” Amazing! My Gail Simmons pussylust (is that a word, like wanderlust?) has found its way into the public consciousness. Upon realizing my mom had to have read one of my a lengthy Gail-related posts, my thoughts turned to the deluge of horrible truths waiting to be discovered by my family. I became giddy. Surely it won’t be long until they find “Adventures In Dating”…
So yeah, sometimes…I actually have a life. And it prevents me from blogging. I know you all wish I’d never leave the apartment or have any friends, but after a long day at work it’s good for me to have people request my presence somewhere. Last night I posted an album because I had a rare opportunity to spend the night with my girlfriend (we went for sushi, and watched Point Break — she cried at the end because “the waves were too big”). On Thursday night I was out-on-the-town too. I went to see a double feature at the Silent Movie Theater: Roman Polanski’s What? followed up by the amazing 1976 film Alice In Wonderland: Ax X-Rated Musical Comedy. Thanks to Ken and KT, I’d seen the latter film before, but the chance to relish its awesomeness along with a crowd of “newbies” (Mike McG included) was an opportunity I could not resist. The Polanski film was entertaining, but its lack of connectiveness slowed its pace considerably towards the end. The porno, of course, had top billing that night. If you haven’t seen Alice In Wonderland, I suggest you hunt it down and view it as soon as possible. It’s not the least bit erotic, so you will find yourself laughing pretty much for the duration of the film. The public screening was aided by the realization that many people in the audience probably didn’t take the X-rated bit too seriously, so crowd reactions to being thrust (pun intended?) from musical numbers into hardcore sex scenes were priceless.
Tonight’s music download comes courtesy of my friend Andy, who recommended I drop everything I’m doing and listen to this track immediately. The song (whose picture sleeve graces the top of this post) was recorded in late 1967 or early 1968. It was inspired by a man named David Hoy, who the artist believed could prophesies future events. The idea was to sell a ton of records because, at first, people would want to hear the prophecies, and then later — once they came true — people would buy the record again as an artifact. None of the prophecies came true. Still, the song is about as amazing as a fucked-up psych single could be from the late ’60s. The guy who recorded it later found The Neon Philharmonic. *The More You Know*
The Wayward Bus – The Prophet
