Friday night:
Hendrix was great. I have to say: music like that makes me want to be a bad bad girl.
No wonder terrified parents called it "the devil's music" way back when. Sheesh.
But I stayed put in my seat, and tapped my foot like a normal upstanding citizen. Mike (and since I'm a female, I can say this) f***in' ROCKS.
Great great fun. McCabe was there, and also Michael - one of my readers whom I had never met before. It was awesome, (wicked awesome) to put a face to the name. Before the show, it was a typical blogger kind of evening - and by that I mean: NONSTOP CONVERSATION. Ah. Manna.
And then: rockin' show. Which made me feel like raising hell.
I got home at 4 o'clock in the damn morning. I fell asleep in the cab on the way home, and the lovely Bangladeshi driver woke me up when I arrived at my door. Tentative: "Uh .... miss? We're home ..."
He could have driven me all the way to Cape May and I wouldn't have noticed. Thank goodness for honesty.
This is no way for a girl with whooping cough to behave, but I couldn't help it! Had to see Mike play.
Spent the following day in bed. Watched Desperate Hours - yet another Bogart film - must have been one of his last. Fredric March was actually the best thing in it - what a great performance!! Bogie played an unredeemed villain - odd, and not as interesting to watch. He was just plain BAD. Bogart is always dark, but he's most moving when you see the humanity underneath, the cracks in the armor. This dude had no redeeming qualities.
Fredric March, though, was fantastic.
And then I watched, for the sheer joy of it, His Girl Friday. That movie is like an enormous bowl of ice cream. Yum yum yum.
Rosalind Russell is a personal idol. What a DAME. They don't write parts like that for women anymore. Pity.
And excuse me, but ... Cary Grant? Come ON.
Wait....what about Cary??
Posted by: Da Goddess at June 6, 2004 3:29 PMCary Grant is SO. DAMN. WONDERFUL.
I was trying to analyze why, exactly, he is so funny, so good at comedic moments ... it is hard to pinpoint. Perhaps because he plays it so straight.
I just find him dee-LISH.
Posted by: red at June 6, 2004 5:12 PMAbout the time I reached Madison, I realized I skipped out without leaving my share of the tab. Which of you do I owe $6?
Posted by: Bill McCabe at June 6, 2004 5:41 PMMichael paid it behind my back. We need to take it up with him. :)
Hope you made your bus home and that you're feeling better!
Posted by: red at June 6, 2004 5:54 PMI'm FAMOUS!
Posted by: Michael at June 6, 2004 5:55 PMYes, you are famous, and Bill and I need to wire you our share of the bill since you sneakily paid it. :)
Very glad you came out!!
Posted by: red at June 6, 2004 5:58 PMForget it. A pittance for the privilege of hanging for a few hours with two shining lights of the 'sphere. I could use some of those tasty Rodeo Bar peanuts now, though. I'm hungry.
Posted by: Michael at June 6, 2004 6:04 PMI am happy to say I am feeling just about 100% today, even went for a hike. Thank God for antibiotics.
Thank you, Michael! I look forward to the next time.
Posted by: Bill McCabe at June 6, 2004 7:15 PM"music like that makes me want to be a bad bad girl...No wonder terrified parents called it 'the devil's music' way back when..."
Sounds like not a bad time. ;-) A few words of underappreciated genius follow (yes, from memory).
CULTIST: Here are your rooms.
BEAVIS: Uh, wait, something's missing.
BUTTHEAD: Uh, hold on, wait, I think I know what it is. Oh yeah, where's the TV?
CULTIST: Television is the Devil's tool.
BUTTHEAD: Uh, yeah. So...where is it?
(Whooping cough?! Yikes. I had that the summer between 5th and 6th grade and I remember it being unbeliavably horrible, though over the time since I suppose I may have magnified the memory of just how bad it really was.)
Posted by: Dave J at June 6, 2004 10:27 PMGotcha beat, Sheil: I got home at about 7. Slept three hours, got up at 10 and went to Conn. for an afternoon show, then drove back down to NYC and, a bit later, back down to the hot weather (dammit). Very glad y'all came, and I only wish we could have had more time to hang out. Ah well, next time....which won't be six or eight months off, ever again, and you can count on it.
Posted by: Mike at June 7, 2004 10:00 AMSometimes I hate living in LA.
Posted by: Emily at June 7, 2004 11:16 AMRed (and Mike , if you're reading this), plese let me know the next time. I would have loved to have been there to meet you all, but I didn't know where "there" was. As a daily reader of both ColdFury and Sheila Astray, I can't figure out how I missed this gathering. Better luck next time. PS, I'm buyin'. All the best, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at June 7, 2004 2:00 PM