Grant Lee Buffalo is the poor man's Worlds Party?

I dunno. May's not been a great creative month for me.

But World Party is DEFINITELY the poor man's ELO.

I think.

Peaches & Herb are the poor man's Ashford & Simpson

Coming back to the blog in baby steps. All work and no play makes me less poor, yet less fun.


Below is something I had planned on posting last week, but got too lazy to sign on and do it. I'm not even gonna read it now to see if it makes sense.

Yesterday was a day to fall in love with NYC again.

I was walking through Central Park for the first time in many months (my work usually keeps me downtown). I met up with the Poor Woman at the Museum of Nat History to listen to a crazy Italian man talk about Slow Food. You see, the Poor Woman is making a career change. She's going into the eco-gastronomy field. While I have yet to come up with a sufficient sound bite for what that is exactly I really prefer her mother's description, "something to do with cosmic food." Going to this lecture was a chance to meet the man who started it all. I'm still a little skeptical. I've got issues with people and their holier-than-thou attitudes towards food (More specifically, the food I choose to eat. I think both the religious right and vegan left are way too concerned about what people put in their mouths.) Thankfully, Slow Food isn't a cult. There are cult-ish people involved, but those freaks are everywhere.

Anyway, on my way to the lecture I was struck by just how awesome NYC can be again. It was a beautiful day. I was outside, strolling through the park. Musicians were practicing in the distance, providing a jazzy beat for my meandering steps. People were playing softball, rollerblading, jogging, eating snacks, lounging on the grass, watching other people. It was just awesome. It felt like we all were in on this conspiracy to flush winter away for good. All the beautiful people were appropriately blowsy, all the not-so-beautiful people were beautiful because of their sunnier attitude. We were all in synch.

Anyway, it was inspiring to be out and have actually shed some of my winter angst. In spite of all the crap going on in my life and around the world, this was a sublime moment of everything being alright.

Which brings me to the night before.

We went to a kick ass concert. Except for some problems with a few dancing goons and their personal space deficiencies, it was damn near a perfect show.

creative lull

I've been a bit preoccupied with episode two and some other stuff. Be back soon.

Hello Larry is the poor man's "Hello, Jerry"

Wow.

I think I've hit an all-time creative low.

John C. McGinley is the poor man's Bruce Campbell

I am only allowed one brilliant thought a week. This was it. From here on out, it's all tater tots.

And hereby renouncing any politcal career I would have had...I remember way back in the day taking 2 hits of acid and going to see Point Break with my good buddy Danny (no political career for him now, although today he's a kick-ass Methodist minister, a union-organizing poet, and the sweet bastard who married the Poor Woman and myself).

Anyway, Point Break was unreal. It was fucking awesome to be 2_ and full of good drugs. After LSD, gods would talk to me from the canyon walls. I'd go through my life, from birth to that minute, during a Carl Stalling CD. Paranoia was out the window once the whole gang from Super Mario 3 came out to say hello. One time while very very very high, I climbed a tree in about 3 seconds, looked over at a garage 40 feet away, and sadly lamented I couldn't fly over to that garage. Not because I was high, but because I hadn't flown in a really long time...so I was out of practice.

Drug logic rocks!

So, Point Break. McGinley stood out in that film for me. He must've been good if I remember any acting that was going on. I think Gary Busey was dancing around in there too. I still dig McGinley because of that role. I think he's great and all, but B.C. is the bee's knees, even though I've only watched him sober.

Mmmmm, I do miss drugs. Not the kind that make you want to get all hopped up and violent, nor the kind that put you to sleep. But the fun ones. The ones that let you fly through the air or ride the big wave hand in hand with Keanu & Swayze.

Renegade is the poor man's Bohemian Rhapsody

I don't like having a day job.

Rockapella used to be the poor man's Wiggles

As for Channel 102...

We're in. We squeaked by into 5th place. But we're in, and now that we got some backstory down, we can get into action.

Go to Ch 102 (it should be up by Wednesday) and take a gander at Cover Me.