grrr
even though there's a new guy doing all my shit work now, people are still dumping their files on my desk. so not cool. but that's not all. today one of the directors told me to make sure the cases were returned after the shoot. i replied "ok" - and she walks away. then she came back not one minute later and said "just wanted to reiterate that i need the cases returned after the shoot." i gave her a look of "thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt as to not forget what you just told me a 43 seconds ago" and said "ok." i can feel my blood pressure rising. how do i gently tell people that i am no longer the work bitch? because my first reaction is a swift kick to the pie-hole.
i am lame
anyone in the nyc area want to play dodgeball? the league starts sunday jan 7 and runs for the next 6 sundays (excluding holidays). oh, and our team is going to kick ass. so let me know...
last 4 albums of note:
beck - the information
bright eyes - noise floor
oxford collapse - remember the night parties
scissor sisters - ta da!
so you want to start an indie rock band?
a few simple rules:
1. the look: one of your band members must sport a 'fro. possible positions: bass, fill guitar/backing vocals or odd instrument player (see rule #2). extra cool points if he's a skinny swede over 30 but looks like he's 14. also make sure he's always wearing a tweed vest and a pocket watch. all other members may dress in "nouveau vintage" (aka urban outfitters sale rack) or diy.
2. the sound: whatever you want. just remember to tie in an odd instrument - i.e. toy piano, glockenspiel, sitar, zither, rubberband violin. talk about the merits and cultural iconicity of said instrument in any and all interviews. your goal is to make it the keytar of this decade. no cowbells or hand claps... those are so 2000's throwback to 1976.
3. the push: take promo pictures in black and white. only one band member can actually look at the camera. extra cool points if he's the drummer and he's standing on a burnt out car in the middle of a strawberry patch. more extra cool points if we can't tell if he's either contemplative or constipated.
4. the pull: feature a chick for some, but not all of your tracks. extra cool points if she does the live shows with her back facing the audience.
5. and last but certainly not least, the name (choose your method):
the mad libs method: first name of your favorite tv character + last name of your least favorite high school teacher + "and the" + adjective + totally awesome plural noun (examples: bert levi and the subconscious penguins. skeeter wenrick and the algebraic killer bees. zack hollenbeck and the fancy robots)
the stream of consciousness method: step one - drink a fifth of whiskey. step two - say something. step three: pluralize and add "the" before it (examples: the bitter bumkickers. the your face is stupids. the dude, i am sooooo wasted right nows).
congratulations. rock on.
sometimes i run
sometimes i hide
sometimes i'm terribly embarrased for actually quoting britney spears songs. but for some stupid reason it's in my head, jammed in between the left hippocampus and "chasing cars" by snow patrol. whatev, you know the theme here. anyway, to the point is that i'm in a bit of a funk. not so much savion glover/jamiroquai/george clinton/marky mark, but rather more sun kil moon/elliot smith/tom waits/nick cave. and it, like most funks that plague mankind, is quite inexplicable.
so my coping mechanism has been excessive shopping (yes, i am indeed "such a girl"). but don't you worry, i also did my requisite drink-until-the-self-loathing-turns-into-false-confidence-and-general-inappropriateness. my laundry list of shame (which sadly doesn't include actually doing my laundry): 4 pairs of shoes, 3 baking pans, 2 bottles of cheap champagne, and 1 jack and coke (ok, more like 7... but we'll say 1 for the sake of the sequence). does it make me feel better? absolutely not. and i have the black nail polish to prove it.
