Mini Bars, zombies, and Iggy Pop

Corbett | April 29, 2004 3:06 AM

Interesting things of note this week:

I discovered that sleep does not equal rest. A few nights ago, I relived the entire Dawn of the Dead movie. except I was the guy driving the police car to the mall, and I was the guy spashing heads open with a shotgun, and I was the one who sent the poor teenager to go into the dark hallway to make sure the doors were locked. I also managed to hack open a few zombie heads

Then last night I opened up a bar across the street called "The Mini Bar" since it was only 12 feet across, and 6 feet deep. Business was fabulous, but I had to sublease from a stupid wench who couldn't see the value of her property, and left it to rot as a Cantonese kitchen. But when she was away I threw free jazz concerts with musicians who were annoyingly much better than I was.

This nocturnal activity coupled with extraneous conversations with dream strangers, business plan writing, and IRR financial analysis, I wake up annoyed, tired, and ready to get some sleep.

The Chairman of PHS came into the Living Room with his wife Duan Duan the other night to catch our Flamenco and Indonesian night of dance. The robed Balinese dancer even lured him onto the stage to shimmy around. Not bad for a conservative old guy. He sent over a box of Dunhill cigars the next day which was very nice.

I put a few recent VitaSoul bootlegs up in MP3s for any interested parties. Rough live stuff. A lot of overplaying, but what the hell. It's live.

Sky Burial played their last gig. It's always sad to see another local band go their own ways. Here's a great version of Iggy Pop's "I Wanna Be Your Dog" with some crazy saxophone blowing going on. Lance expounds like a true New Yorker.

I got invited somehow to an AIT reception at one of their Director's houses, which should allow me to put foot in mouth many times during the course of the evening, and pirate their snack bar.

I read three pretty good movie scripts, and now I get to write a cartoon series about Rice Balls for a local production company. Fat Albert and the Rice Balls?

I learned how powerful tar -cpzf yourfilename.tar.gz actually is.

I found out that you shouldn't go barefoot at the sauna in the Agora Gardens, unless you want to contract alien chicken feet.

I was reminded over 300 times by various strangers via email to increase the size of my love muscle.

Bai Bing Bing asked me why I stopped playing my "beautiful music."

I was asked to submit my resume to two different listed companies, both needing a creative MD to expand their international exposure. Round peg, square hole. [Guess which one I am?] Might get me a membership to play squash at ACC, or a parking spot near the elevator. Never know. Maybe even a cubicle with glass walls. Better yet, an overworked PA to route all my personal calls through.

I ate 8 pieces of the most disgustingly salty bacon on the face of the planet. It's called PROKER. I assume it's supposed to say PORKER. Anyway, avoid this if you want to live a long healthy life.

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Category: Ramble

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