New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Thursday, April 22, 2004

I am going to indulge myself for a moment and take a minute to throw a little bit of yesterday up here. First and foremost I could barely life my arms above my head today because I was so exhausted. In another world and situation I would have called out but alas my lot is way to busy.

So yesterday was the last day of training. If you want to feel old or displaced hang out with some people who are ten years younger than you. Though there is a happy ending to this story.

Spent the morning in a production facility in the Bowery. It was right across from CBGB's and let me tell you that neighborhood has vastly improved. VASTLY. I didn't even realize where I was until I saw the club across the street. Having spent a fair share of time whooing a little Cleveland band that no longer exists in that there club during my wayward Indie Girl poptart intellectual days...well let's just say it used to be quite a dank and creepy place to visit. No longer. The creeping fingers of industry, art and culture have circled around its throat. As to whether it will be allowed to breath and thrive still remains to be seen.

So one of the 17's ditched his mom and I had to reconnect her to him...then I took the long way back to the subway. As much as I hate navigating the village, the place is full of memories for me. Gilly and I's first date...Liz Phair at Tower Records...Matthew Sweet at some club I can't remember the name of but always pass...sitting on a stoop couple of blocks up from the Bowery Ballroom eating sandwiches before a Fountains of Wayne show and watching a jogger discreetly (?) urinate into a subway grate...the Bowery is by far the best place in NYC to see Fountains of Wayne play but I could be biased...lots and lots and lots of sunny days and cold nights and music that will forever ring in my ears. It's a good thing that I had things to do or I may never have come back.

I have to go to work now. Next installment to be titled..."There's always a little bit of cheerleader in the indiest of prom queens..."
posted by JustKeepMum on 9:32 AM