T A N G E R I N E A L E R T boys don't cry |
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SOTU drinking game, 2008 - 2008-01-27 |
2004-04-03 - 1:57 p.m. d and i agreed to meet at enid's, which suits me as i haven't been there in quite some time. the DJs there always make me smile, and last night was no exception: the theme to 'the muppet show' prompted discussions of sid and marty kroft's extensive and psychedelic oeuvre. even a disjointed 'man in the mirror' sidled up to a cyndi lauper single. even the rainy streets seemed to glisten. or maybe it was the five gin-and-tonics i drank in rapid succession. d has a full-fledged recording studio in an unassuming basement only a block from enid's, and he invited me to come downstairs and lay down a few tracks. it's an offer i couldn't possibly refuse. takeout chinese and six-packs were procured. from a thick cloud of pot- and cigarette smoke, we managed to extract a really creepy-sounding cover of 'gimme shelter'. d played for me a short progression with drums he'd recorded earlier, and i made up a vocal line for it right on the spot. he coaxed me into crooning my favorite oldie 'hey baby', recording and effecting my voice so that i sounded like debbie harry with a heroin problem. i'm completely willing to admit that i am a mediocre guitarist. and a vocal exhibitionist. d fawned over my skills and stroked my ego so completely i felt like a supermegastar. d had many stories to share about quitting his job, living in cairo, avoiding the bed of a swedish painter; but the late hour and the crush of cigarettes on my precious cilia made me long for my own bed. i crept out of the basement and loaded up 'boys don't cry' on my ipod. i let the parade of bedford avenue in the rain become my music video. |