So, I'm in J-Flava's computer room at his and Sarah's apartment in NYC and it's quarter to 10 in the morning. I've been up for two hours now. This fact troubles me because Flava and I went to see Money Mike and his girlfriend Laura last night and I had a bottle of wine plus a couple of beers. I should be hungover and still sleeping right now. Instead, I'm wide awake with a cup of tea and some web surfing. This is not right. NYC is where I come for the really good I've-been-drinking-until-they-kicked-me-out-at-4-am hangovers. That's half the reason I come down. I'm supposed to be half delusional on my drive back to Boston. But no. Clear headed as can be. That's just not right. Let me repeat. An ENTIRE bottle of wine plus a couple of beers. I specifically don't drink often just to make sure I can still afford to get drunk. This sucks. And I'm seriously thinking about tracking down a survey to do while Flava is still sleeping...
In other news, we watched The Devil and Daniel Johnston last night. Good documentary, but christ that man is a train wreck. And the really disturbing part of watching this with all his psychotic insanity (the man stole the keys out of the ignition of his dad's plane MID-FLIGHT and chucked 'em out the window then thought he had done something to be proud of) is that I honestly think I know several people who would watch this and wish they could be just like him. OK, for one, his musical "genius" never got him very far and the people who actually enjoy listening to him perform his own songs ought to be shot in the face. His songwriting is killer, but damn is he a complete hack on both vocals and guitar (actually, his guitar playing really reminds me of Chestnut's and Squall's...yikes). And for another, being insane due to either genetics or substances does not give you a free pass to "genius". So any of you out there who think that you'll get to join your idols if you go completely off your rocker in one way or another, you've only got about a one in a gazillion chance that it's going to aid your talent in any way, but about a 99 in 100 chance of completely alienating or harming those closest to you. That being said, go rent the movie. It's fascinating. And then go listen to all of the actually talented musicians covering his songs. That's when his genius really shines.
But, just to continue the train wreck viewings, when the DVD ended the cable was on VH1 and it was just one train wreck after another that we couldn't tear our eyes from. I feel like I've been living in a cave or something because I had no idea that these shows and people even existed. Some Surreal Life game show, Hogan Knows Best (WTF?), and Shooting Sizemore. I've been out of touch long enough that I had no idea that Tom Sizemore had vanished from the public eye. But what I saw of his little documentary TV show was actually pretty fascinating. There was this amazing moment when he's talking about working with Michael Mann and he admits that his addictions really fucked over Mann for whom he has boundless respect and admiration both as an artist and a friend, and as he's talking he gets so overcome realizing the damage he's caused that he just walks away from the camera and sits where the camera can't catch him crying. Rough.
Oh, and aside from watching train wrecks in all their glory, there was also Ninja Burger. Go buy this game. I was so sucked into it that I was dreaming about being a ninja delivering hamburgers last night. You do have to have a functioning brain to play it, but I'm fairly certain that everyone who reads this is covered. Enjoy.
OK, time to wake up the J so I can get some more NYC goodness in before I have to head home. I just wish I had been able to work in some BrewSkeeBall....
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