NOT ONLY CAN I DIG IT, I ALSO ATE IT
Yesterday was not one of the best days ever.
As I rode my bike home from work, on second avenue, i got doored. Doored is what happens to bike riders when someone opens their car door without looking to see if there's any on coming traffic. I got sandwiched between two cars and a kneeful of my bike basket and slammed into something, i'm not sure what. It happened quite fast and i just sat on my bike trying to gain my breath back and compose myself so i could continue back home, get changed and still make it to the screening of DIG!.
I made it home, got changed, and biked over to the Sunshine to meet up with Josh and Karen, and to my surprise, Lizzy and Maureen were there too. Knowing that Mr. Thighs Wide Shut would be there I made a quick announcement as I entered the theater and promptly found Mr. TWS. Gave him a kiss and got myself ready for my second band documentary in two days (saw the Ramones doc the day before).
The concept behind DIG! is pretty genius. Basically, a young film maker spent 7 years documenting the life and friendship and jealousies of The Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. Two bands that started out as the best of friends and supporters turned into two bands who turned competitive and confused. The film's writer, producer, and director, Ondi Timoner, does a brilliant job of putting some sort of sense in a story line that seems anything from simple. It's playing for a month at the Sunshine theater in NYC, and even if you're not a fan of either band, the story is compelling. If you find yourself being a fan of the bands, you'll be stoked to learn that every song BJM ever recorded is available for free on their website.
After the movie, birthday girl Elhaam, Ben (whom i'd like to thank for getting me and my friends in to the screening), Karen, Josh and I went to the after party at 6's and 8's to meet up with Roddy and Rod Skywalker. There was free RedStripe and drink tickets-a-plenty, but something about the movie made me want to either do loads of heroin, or stay completely sober. I chose sobriety for once and spent the night sipping on water. You can see photos of the whole to-do here on Polaroid Scene.
Karen and the Rods and I decided to head over to Hi Fi for Jim Merlis' "I'm leaving!" party (we bumped into the delightful Kat who heard about my first spill and checked in on my condition), and on the way over i had my second bike accident of the night. SECOND. Right in front of Mercury Lounge there's a part of the curb that's sort of like a ramp for cars to drive up on. I misjudged this lip and was unable to maneuver my bike over it. Instead i skidded and then was hurled off my bike head first to pavement. I don't remember banging it, though Karen was certain i did. I recall my knees getting it pretty bad as well as my torso.
I felt so embarrassed that i just jumped right up and hopped right back onto my bike and continued on.
HiFi was fun. Karen and I faced off with a Rod on each team for pool. Her team won. I went outside to call Kill Hannah just as Japanese James, Canadian Melissa, and Rabblerousing Ryan pulled up together from the Von Bondies show at Irving. I downloaded some gossip with James. Gina came out of no where and looked like a gothic goddess and then the KH boys rolled up and gave me hugs that were too tight for my aching body. About an hour later I had to leave since my back was starting to fail on me.
Today, i feel like shit.
My brother just sent me the Roxy Music song "Mother of Pearl" since he thinks it reminds him of Franz Ferdinand. He's right.