So lucky. Started when I saw the Smiths in 1986 at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago but it didn’t really hit me until I saw Elton John in 1988. I love a live music show more than anything in the world. Song writing and storytelling are distinct arts and when combined become something much more important. performance and longevity are the inevitable difference makers the ones who can inspire, awe, out live, prove wrong but prove right in the end. I’ve seen
Morrissey, Elliott Smith, Joseph Arthur, Dave Matthews, Bob Dylan, U2, The Cure, The Grateful Dead, Prince and Neil Young more than three times each. But this summer has taken the cake in good fortune having seen Eddie Vedder, Amiee Mann, Neil Young, Bon Jovi, Radiohead, Wilco and Dave Matthews at the Greek in Berkeley (two weeks). Radiohead was at the All Points West Festival featuring a stunning sunset, Manhattan Skyline and the Statue of Liberty not to mention Girl Talk who DJ’d a run featuring Jay-Z, Radionhead (paranoid android) and Isaac Hayes two days before he died. I also finally saw Andrew Bird who went to high school with and blew my mind. These two shots illustrate the vibe.
It's all about footwear even if you;re a dork
I’ll go chronologically incase, in like 100 years, they’ll discover that somehow these two blog posts Are actually connected in some spiritual way — I wouldn’t want them to waste their time making the ‘discovery’ that they were posted out of order. So in order…not alphabetical…
My best friend Paolo, the guy who taught me about what it means to enjoy a concert. The guy who told me about ‘Jerry’ songs and ‘Bobbie’ songs..The one who had tapes…. He is the kind of guy who makes you feel stupid by his intelligence and then assures you that you are OK because he has absolutely no idea what is appropriate, fair, decent or fine. he is all heart, like it or not. Paolo grew up in NYC and he carries that glow with him– even though he has spent everyday since I’ve known him denying it. His parents (who i adore) have moved out of Manhattan and to the Hamptons and Paolo and his wife invited me to come spend the 4th of July.
Yes. I got in a fight on the Jitney with some Indian chick who refused to turn the clicking sound off on her i phone. Can’t get into it further until my deposition. I also can’t get too specific with this story because there are people I love involved BUT…The Hamtpons are beautiful. We surfed. (ditch plains) We kayaked. (some swamp with
It’s all about footwear even if you;re a dork
mansions) We ate, and ate, and ate some more. Paolo and I threw the frisbee, made dinner, made jokes and made certain that our friendship was never going to compromised by his life in LA, mine in NY or anyone in the Hamptons. At a moment of total comfort and bliss I was overcome by my surroundings and moved to the point of trembling. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the anticipated anger over rich and obnoxious posers or traffic or even P-Diddy. In a moment, I looked around in disbelief, self aware of my jealousy. My best friend has a terrific wife who IS HIS best friend. His parents are saturated in the confidence, comfort and joy of each other — somehow for 50 years they have been themselves — total individuals, successful and strong… yet here – in their home a place I do not belong. We were all one. Of course I’m not talking swinger shit I’m talking about people so COOL…so STRONG….so TRUE that you can’t fake your way in. I felt part of family a that wasn’t even entertaining auditions. The Hamptons — despite what you expect it be or want it be. This beautiful place is a canvas of oceans, bays and trees and bugs….but it isn’t about being seen or in the scene. It’s just a place and it’s nothing without people. And, regardless of who you think you are or want to be — when you’re alone you’re justing taking up space. I learned, in the Hamptons of all places, that souls mates are not like unicorns as they do exist – good wine should always be shared and family is not about blood or money or anxiety. Family is about sharing, survival and support. All that said I DID want to look good while in the HAMPTONS so on the night of the 4th of July we went out to Shelter Island for dinner and I brought my best duds. Paolo told me I look liked a dork. We’ll being a part of society’s elite I’ll let you decide.