First off: last weekend, we went (with our friends Becky and Jeremy, who rule!) to Palm Springs, which is the most mid-century-modern place in the entire universe. Had drinks at the Palmer Hotel, which looks like a cross between the sets in Down With Love, the Korova Milk Bar in Clockwork Orange, and the classic TV show The Prisoner.
That's me and Trix in our Sunshine State finery, outside at the Palmer, as shot by Becky. I don't even look fat in this one, yippee!
Then, we moved. Our new place is marvelous. Our last place was like a shoebox combined with a catbox. THIS place is HUGE, like extra-super-double huge, with two bedrooms and a dining room and such. I spent much of the weekend repairing the broken pieces of THIS astonishing furniture set:
...which, by the way, I actually accomplished. All the pieces are in good working order (well, except the coffee table, which needs a new set of legs -- next weekend!.
Also, this last Friday, we hit Diablo's awesome Mondo Diablo film festival for a showing of Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors and one of Trix' top ten, Fright Night. Besides the fact that both are totally underrated and totally hilarious examples of the genre (honestly -- when's the last time you've seen either? Dream Warriors is both hysterical and totally creative and terrifying as hell, with some awesome performances), the screening featured guest appearances by Chuck Russell and Frank Darabont for Dream Warriors and Tom Holland for Fright Night, all of whom were totally gracious. Frank especially was monumentally cool, hob-nobbing with the horror geeks and taking tremendous pleasure in the film's reception. It was a helluva night.
Saturday night we went to see my homeboy Patrick's other band, The Digs, play at a place where, um, you could procure -- ahhh -- hm. I'm not sure what I can say, here. Let's just say it was a very interesting night and leave it at that. Helluva band, that.
No, I haven't seen Dark Knight yet. Okay? I haven't. I'm going to. I love Chris Nolan, I loved The Prestige even more than Batman Begins, I'm gonna see the film, I promise. Swear to god.
I promise I'll blog lots this week. I have a lotta pent-up writing energy and lots to say.
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Audio: Tack piano player plays a dah-dah, dah, dah, dah, dah upward scale lick...
Vocalist: Well helooooo, Jonny, well hellooooo, Jonny, it's so nice to have you back where you belong....-uh"
(Insert amateurish quick tap dance steps here)
Can't help it; I'm in a variety show-Wall-E state of mind today (laughs).
And could you and Trixi look any more cuter in that photo (and no more of this "fat" stuff, you look fab and gear).
Seriously, can't wait to hear your thoughts on Dark Knight...you guys just get plenty of rest beforehand...it's a must, trust me (the rest/power nap, that is).
-Jeffer
Holy crap! Coco and I may have inherited that exact barrel table and chairs set!
We have the couch, an easy chair, a footstool, a coffee table, two barstools (and a full bar that someone built to match it!) and the kitchen table!!
It goes with the Shakeys Pizza-style chandelier that comes with the house!
I am without words over your mid-century barrel furniture bounty.
No, you rule!
And it's called The Parker, papi.
;o)
I think our dogs would like to play poker at your table!
YAY welcome baaaaaaaaaack!
That table is so rad on so many levels.
So I notice you're smoking. Hmmph! Smoking is bad. If you smoke you'll die!
Wrong.
the gig was yours, is mine. thank you for singing with us. so glad you found a better place. thanks for the Spaced recommendation. I just got Mannix on DVD.
Cute! Both you and Trix AND the tables and chairs. All of you. Cute.
It looks to me like you were at the PARKER! It's my favorite hotel. We do a couple of weekends there each year.
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