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Saturday, September 27, 2003
Dessert's on Me
Well, what can I say?
This is me at nine months, in June 1969. Apparently some generous grown-up had handed me a slice of cake.
When I was a kid, I hated this photo. I think perhaps its coffee stains and other mysterious blotches come from childhood attempts to destroy it. Now I finally think it's cute. At the very least, it shows how blessed I am that, a few months after it was taken, my parents took me in for an eye operation, saving me from having to go through life looking like Ben Turpin.
1:33 AM
Friday, September 26, 2003
Last-Minute Rosh
On my way to work tonight, I picked up some apples and honey, plus a pound of rugelach. I sliced the apples when I got in and laid it all out for my co-workers, who seem pleased. (It's hard to get them to eat the apples though--apples go brown about five minutes after they're sliced, unless you put lemon juice on them or whatever it is Heloise advises.) It was just something I wanted to do. I've done it before, too, at one or more other jobs. Jewish holidays make me feel nostalgic for old traditions.
For one thing, I like the sense that there's our time and there's God's time—the calendar year, and the spiritual year. To borrow from Rudy Vallee, God's time is our time, but He also imbues days and seasons with meanings of His own. I find the cycles of the Jewish year beautiful, and beautiful too are the ways that they correlate to the weekly Torah parashiot. In addition, the last year brought me a lot to be thankful for, and I feel the need and desire to show gratitude to God by saying the shehechiyanu over an apple slice dipped in honey.
4:50 PM
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Now "Gear" This
Had dinner last night with pals Kittybeat and Michael Lynch to discuss our exciting new venture: POP GEAR! We are going to host and DJ our own swingin' dance party at Rififi, the nightclub at Cinema Classics in the East Village, on the second Saturday of every month, starting October 11. The uber-cool Phast Phreddie Patterson recommended me to the club, and I brought in Kittybeat and Michael because, in addition to being good friends of mine, they've got way more disc-jockey experience than I do, each having hosted a longstanding beat/psych/garage show on college radio. (Kittybeat's is still going, on WSUB.)
I'm so excited about this. It's going to be a blast to have the experience of being a DJ and watching people have a great time to the music I play. I've DJed in public places before—most notably at CB's Gallery, back when it was the CBGB Record Canteen—but never at a club that attracted such a dedicated crowd as Rififi, where people are serious about dancing and about mid-Sixties music. The club already has three very popular monthly Saturday-night mid-Sixties dances—Subway Soul, Smashed! Blocked!, and Freak Out—so our night rounds out the club's schedule. Here's the press release I wrote: IT’S MID-SIXTIES BEAT’N’PSYCH’N’SURF’N’MOD’N’EVERYTHING’N’BETWEEN!
IT’S POP GEAR!
Calling all Sixties-pop fans! Starting Saturday, October 11, Rififi—home of such super shindigs as Subway Soul, Smashed Blocked, and Freakout—starts a new monthly dance night: POP GEAR! Admission is fa-ree, baby.
Behind POP GEAR! are three groovy Gearheads—college DJs Michael Lynch (who’s made some Sixties-style records of his own) and Kittybeat, both of them hosts of longstanding '60s radio programs, plus rock historian Dawn Eden—playing the most Frug-worthy mid-Sixties tunes from the U.S., U.K., and beyond.
Expect lesser-known numbers by hitmakers like the Kinks, the Small Faces, the Byrds, and the Zombies, plus loads of underground faves and one-hit wonders like the Remains, the Move, the Music Machine, Liverpool Five and Moving Sidewalks. And while Subway Soul is still Gotham’s R&B heartbeat, POP GEAR! reserves the right to spin pop-soul stirrers like Irma Thomas, Arthur Alexander, and Dee Dee Warwick.
So swing by every second Saturday and dress up—or dress down. This is an attitude-free affair where you don’t have to fret over whether your pants are pegged, your heels are Cuban, or your two-tone socks match your skinny tie. Just wear comfortable shoes and be prepared to Frug, Watusi, and (oh yeah!) Jerk the night away. And when you need a breather, just plop down in one of Rififi's cozy couches, enjoy one of the club's famously cheap drinks, and watch the groovers move against a video backdrop of Mod-era films.
POP GEAR! is at Rififi at Cinema Classics (332 East 11th St. between 1st and 2nd Aves., 212-677-1027) on Saturday, October 11 and every second Saturday, for six boss hours: 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. Admission is free.
1:15 AM
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Thursday, September 25, 2003
A Troubadour's Tail
Wonderful news! My friend Joshua has offered to let me store photos on his OffOffOff Web site so that I won't have to face high transfer fees from my server. So, if there are any photos you've seen during The Dawn Patrol's Quick-Turnover period that you'd like to see again, let me know which ones and I'll put them back up. Many thanks to Joshua!
For now, as a placeholder, I pulled out one of the odder picture sleeves I own: a French EP featuring Michel Polnareff's biggest hit, "La Poupee Qui Fait Non" ("The Doll That Says No"), on which the singer is pictured with a gerbil creeping down his shoulder.
Later today, after I've gotten a good night's sleep, I'll put up a different photo and tell about what's new here in Eden.
12:02 AM
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Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Pillow Talk
I wrote a headline in today's paper for a story on a poll claiming that Americans were having less sex: "Cooler beds prevail: Sex declining in U.S."
1:19 PM
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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
UPDATED—A Shot in the Dark
I was so disappointed yesterday when no one wrote to tell me that they got a laugh (or any kind of reaction) from the mysterious photo of me flanked by Robert Hegyes and Ron Palillo. No one commented on my Bruce Davison photo either, or my Wreckless Eric photos. So I think I'll lay off the Dawn-with-celebrities thing—that means no Freddie Garrity-in-Holland album—until I get a little more feedback.
I don't mean any offense or lack of appreciation to the family, friends, and strangers who give The Dawn Patrol its remarkably consistent 65 daily hits. It's just that it takes time and effort to put photos up. While I enjoy doing this blog, I wouldn't put so much into it if I intended it solely for my private amusement.
Life in general has been very good lately. I love my new job. I'm listening to an advance copy of the Trouble Dolls' debut album right now, which has some fantastic songs on it and is due for a Dawn Patrol review. Tonight I finished the press release for the night that Michael Lynch and Kittybeat and I will be hosting at Rififi—more on that very soon. I am reading C.S. Lewis's The Pilgrim's Regress and a book about the Heaven's Gate death cult. I am writing a lot of declarative sentences. I am very sleepy.
UPDATE, 11:14 a.m.: Just got a thoughtful e-mail from Kevin Walsh which I suspect reflects the views of other friends as well: "I enjoy your photos with celebs. Keep them coming. I don't comment on them every day because, on rare occasions, I don't have anything witty to say about them! When I don't say anything, it doesn't mean that I am not reading."
2:16 AM
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Sunday, September 21, 2003
Come Again?
A friend writes in the midst of an e-mail:
On a lighter and equally serious note (and please don't misunderstand this)...
5:32 PM
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