Obviously, I dj…with vinyl…so I am constantly scouring the internet for specific sick jams I wanna play. In recent years I have become very impatient. In other words, I don’t feel like looking through 100s of records to find one stupid thing. I don’t wanna go to record fairs mad early so I can get first pick or fight through legions of other audiophiles. That shit is for suckers. I wanna go in a store, say what I’m looking for and have it handed to me within 20 seconds (Thanks, Strider Records). I wanna look on Ebay for the best deal and just fucking buy it and have it delivered to my front door. I am what you call LAZY.
But you know what really pisses me off? It’s when people put Lots of 45s on Ebay and don’t tell you which 45s they are!!! Do they really wanna sell the shit? What is wrong with them? I wanna know what I am buying. They are lazier than me. At least tell me the GD artists. If you don’t wanna inform the potential buyer, then don’t sell 60 records in one listing.
I was walking to work as 90% of the rest of NY was walking home. I loved seeing the tens of men carrying flowers home to their sweeties. The best, though, was seeing a line going out onto the sidewalk from the florist shop in my hood. Six or Seven blue collar Polish dudes, who knew they wouldn’t hear the end of it if they came home empty handed. Well played, my friends!
"Bill Gazzarri liked Van Halen so much that he would tip lead singer David Lee Roth after performances, a rare act for a club owner. However, he thought Roth’s name was "Van Halen." Roth was quoted as saying, "He’d come up to me, slip some extra money in my pocket, and say ‘Here ya go, Van. It was a great night.’"
For some reason I just had a flashback to a nice man from Raleigh named Renaldo.
Renaldo was an older man with a white beard and white long hair, with a German accent that came into the Rockford pretty regularly and sat at the bar. He was perpetually dressed like Angus Young and I thought that was rad. His outfits were complete with thick high socks, shorts, a hat and a boy scout-esque ascot. Since I love the elderly and talking to them, I always said hello to him and asked how he was doing. He would greet me with such enthusiasm and always commented that “my teeths were so pretty”. This of course made me smile. I think my co-workers may have found him a little too eccentric but I liked him and thought he was sweet (not an ex-nazi like some people believed…what a bunch of bologna!).
I did a little google search and found that the New York Times wrote an article about him a couple years ago because a man had made a documentary about him named Rocaterrania. WTF?!?! That is awesome! I can’t wait to find a copy and watch it. Apparently he is a scientific illustrator who has worked for the NC Museum of Natural Sciences most of his life. Man, I wish I had talked to him more. Maybe our paths will cross again one day…
especially when it’s cold out. So I went down to the deli to get me one. I found a nice mozzarella, spinach and tomato sandwich and ordered it.As you read the conversation that follows, please note that it was NOT busy in there.
Me: Can I get it hot?
Deli Dude: No.
M: How come?
DD: Cause it’s a cold sandwich.
M: But you have an oven, what’s the difference? Why can’t you just stick it in there for a couple minutes?
DD: No. I can microwave it. (me thinking: gross, microwaved sandwich) You can get a panini.
Me thinking: I don’t want a god damn panini…especially one that is basically just a pita pocket. I want this stupid sandwich heated up. What is the FUCKING big deal?!? It’s not hard or complicated.
I just left. Am I just insane or did I have a simple request that this guy was adamantly refusing?
As some, if not all, of you know, I have a dream of one day opening a restaurant named Kookies. I can cook, wait tables and tend bar and I am very bossy and logical so I think I would be good at this…also, I think I would only be happy working for myself when all is said and done.
Also known to most, is that I like to watch all shows Gordon Ramsay, including Kitchen Nightmares. This is the one that really pisses me off. The restaurants featured on this show astound me. How did these people get the money to open a restaurant? Why can’t they run it efficiently? I mean, they have no clue how to stock, how to clean or what tastes good. How is that even possible? Who’s dick did they suck to get approved for a loan?!?!?! How did they find investors with these lack of skills?!?!? How come I can’t get this lucky?
If you know someone, who’s got some money to spare on opening a fucking awesome restaurant, please send them my way. PLEASE. I got a place scouted out and everything. I have even made some menus up on Photoshop. This needs to happen….and soon