images from Palm Sunday Bloody Sunday, ITIN ’05
And we woke up impossibly sick yesterday. I’d been out at my old friend and neighbor Kate Rothschild’s new Brooklyn Pad. She lives below her sister Gail, who is a first rate artist and for whom I assisted on a number of her early 90’s installation projects. It was like a family reunion and Yours truly did a few spontaneous scenes from Willoughby and mostly Arc. The wine and chocolate cake and Gail’s brilliant, OCD, rhizone accretion drawings pulled out the ghost in me. I was either the life of the party, or wearing a lampshade, depending on your view (like relativity) and Kate gave me the shimmering blue dress she wore at our College Formal in a mansion at Newport.
I’m meant to make a painting. Ode to Ethel Merman perhaps who Kate somehow channeled the entire night of our formal … more than a decade ago… and I still remember laughing and laughing.
Good Times, as the NPR chicks say on SNL.
My better half stayed home, feeling ragged out by work and life and what else have you got? She is a rebel without a Pause (I’m her cause).
So I would have thought I was hung over, but my better half was fairing much worse than me. We were like an old married couple…groaning and bickering and shopping at Cost Co and buying seltzer. Bought a Neil Diamond box set for a song (the song being Cracklin Rose), but am realizing how many great songs he wrote. Monkey’s I’m A Believer (a great Brian Wilson/John+Paul knock off if there ever was one…and maybe Neil won that round as far as POP is concerned…hey he was old school Brill Building before Bob showed him the light) …that song in Pulp Fiction Girl..You’ll be a woman Soon….Cherry…fucking Red Red Wine! I’d always heard he was well respected in the industry, but he came off as a bit of a cheese ball. When he showed up in Scorcesse’s The Last Waltz, however… Well he rocked and if he can come off well in that company, I’m in… shiny shirt or no shiny shirt.
The better half loves his Jazz Singer, with Larry Olivier doing a pretty good New York Jew for a British Lord. Oy Sir Larry, Mo, and Curly!
