Manhattan

Staff Pestilence profiteering obstinance, offering herself togetherness shopping bags, boxes shoes, plastic cash, baggy boots! take me out to the gallery opening

light me up an open salary, pull me up by the bootstraps, teeny cafe tea sipping riff raff, roundabout card offerings, Asian make-up artist pilfering, dig me, dont do me in, the bums were right, what a sin, fill me up, endless playlist, the question is: who do you know? How about suck my dick? that's lovely, I get the jist, eclectic record mastermind, park bench teeny bop lovers entwined, feel the downfall, listen to the trickle down, get a roommate, sign the lease, power to the people clenched fist, make me dance all night god damnit, suck my dick and fuck the police, Road Closed, flashing lights, Belvedere centerpiece giveaway, PR titles, human rights, gossip column zine freak, black painted fingernails, Australian ice cream floating by, Russian flotsam harsh, yet shy, tie me up with your hair, kill me just with your stare, freshened breath, chapstick lips, suffer vengeance homesick bitch, theres no going back, pour the wine and recount the stash, straighten your tie, clean your fish batter eyes, soften your speech and leave a big tip, hail a cab for trippy fascist complaining you longhaired bjork scenester, you St. Marks tired curbside beggar punk, you baggy booted thin lipped trickster, you freeloading gallery hopping wino, you bitter angry confused floater, you witchy worn out fallen angel, you self depricating jobless disaster, you idealist midwestern dreamer, you searcher of charm, you gold digger, you compulsive shoplifter, you escapist devalued twin, you manic depressive craps shooter, you afternoon special delivery video game playing couch dweller, you broken cell phone MIA mission impossible freedom fighter, you dipthong foreign language undertaker, you parttime midtown cocktail tease, you savage bloodthirsty runaway, you grimy rock bar harlot, you outdated dirty martini, you creepy bloodshot Rotiserini, you uptight chain smokin urban hippy, You easy going enigma, I love you, forgive me for we cant understand your lime soda nor his pleading eyes nor the new accent and the morrocan disguise.  Continue your banter and endless laughter, cheers, Im out.

Chelsea

Chelsea gallery openings, September, Walter Randel, to start, good food and good white wine, him hiding in the corner, What a turn out, Im amazed... 27th st?  down dave Browns block, talking about nature and humans, the weeping camels, the crocadile hunter, the lion guy, the grizzly man, first things first, why is everyone so afraid of physical pain, physical pain pays off!  Potentially relieving you of all mental pain, bringing you into the moment, blah blah blah... 

Then to the cover of the gallery guide,  jack ass, clockwork orange sculpture chairs, meeting santa fe connection Louise, listening to sex drugs and rocknroll related gossip for twenty blocks to the west village a bottle of german white wine, her apartment, the cat diva, from santa fe as well, the full cat power story, glass bowls everywhere, water pipes, one with the tiniest offering ever seen, one hit putting one straight for the next three hours of ridiculous intellectual debate, David gets off the phone with his sister.  A rocknroll star on vacation after eight years of subwoofers, old friends, childhood connections developing into adult creative collectives, harboring photos, developing memory based on photos, the surprise and rush of seeing an unknown photo of your past suddenly, Capote and tennesee williams grew up on the same block, warhol and Brando creating scenes in NYC by merely leaving their doors open all the time, street car named desire, Tad the brother of the former (original) bassist for blues traveler having grown up on the same block as (the lead singer?) what are the chances?  Louise's art books, collages, brilliance, photos, 27 in all, time commitment and raw talent undermined by lack of investment, from a "shopaholic" dreams of starting a vintage bathing suit line for the rich and not so beautiful, The idea of fame, growing up with famous parents, always paranoid of people ripping you off, deception, my own ideas of racism in Chile really about fame, blond hair gringo famoso, Harvey, Invisibility, Who wants to be famous?  the value of anonymity, The destructive power of fame, what is the Constructive potential of fame, heightened social responsibility, Bono, Stipe, total dorks, Rock stars who are not cool, an impossible idea, The cool dork aesthetic, the mass appeal, the real reason for why rock stars are so inherently cool is that they are supposed to have great knowledge of sound quality, thus making them very susceptible to annoying sounds, and the very fact that they are losing their hearing from the subwoofers while they learn to appreciate sound, makes them Cool, seemingly aloof, but really just spacing out, ignoring you, and otherwise being partially deaf.  the idea of an art burning, off from burning man, an auction, the what is art and why is it important? t shirts, the hedge funders, billions of dollars to invest taking 1-2 percent of hundreds of thousands to millions and taking 20-50 percent of the profits.  the publicity growing with the growing price of destroyed art, the republicans vs the flaming liberals Chip and Tiffany, actually chip is liberal since he quit drinking, now he agrees with all of Petes decisions, keeping his children out of Brunswick, Nina and Tara, getting walked in on a "job" with your pants down and chuckling through embarrassing differences in conversation based on missed opportunities, the modern old maid, the career woman, the triathalon competitor, the closet case, living a life where everyone thinks youre gay to the point where you question your own opinion, finding youre a living stereotype, Beyonce, the art historian's Turkish room, and Glenny's new paintings, The Halloween party, Great Expectations, the American movie version, to the left to the left, two drummers and two keyboards, two bandylegged asian twin sisters.  cowboy boots and miniskirt, tight jeans and mini shoulder fur, , the governments call when it comes to cultural protection, taking it to the height and definition of artistic value, testing the capitalistic system maximo!  Burning a van gogh, property rights.  stupidity, bitterness, inexplicable revenge.  symbolism, the art of performance vs object oriented art.  Warhol, the business side of art is the most interesting part of art, a city forever changed. Miamicizing. a threesome each loving the one who doesnt love them chasing tail in a neverending circle. the model nyc

 

Girls to Women

Sasha, Mosco, barbara, french white wine, frusterated french aging mother instincts, supplemental mother figure, sentimental peek-a-boo, galloshes and pink umbrella, the Innocence!  Peach ice cream and blueberries, 21 year old girlfriends and the  logical rationale of a male in no rush to have children, The beautiful african dancer, the dark eyes, Alejandro's place, amazing food, more wine, cowry shell african ritual scarf, his "heart" hanging from his neck, a nest of twisted vines with porcupine quills for protection, Chad and Costa Rica stories of the cursed fisherman, and PB&J birthday cake like clowns in a jungle, James the fashion photographer shredding bitches in the jet set lifestyle, bloody maries in the airport bar, beating the jet lag, Lets shred, smoking hash from Naked boy outside Max Fish, XZ 350 right? a very special bike and  hearing its narrative symbolized in eight black squares on yellow ground, esoteric knowledge, Alejandros African safari and rebirthing, sipping tequila on the rocks, listening to Pink Floyd Animals, then Michael Jackson, the 80s the new classic rock, Nick and 7 19 year olds fascinated by his maturity, pillow fights, tickle fights, Bukowski, Chick with a tight ponytail at the end of the bar looks right into me and licks her teeth and keeps staring, licked her teeth! and I'm staring, walks up to  me from across the bar to ask me where was the bathroom, go ahead, get a blowjob, getting a blowjob is not cheating, fucking a girl in the ass is not cheating, if you dont know her name its not cheating, fucking whores is not cheating, etc. so says Mexico City, Leaving and seeing James drunk falling on the black garbage bags on the sidewalk, people laughing, he is looking for his camera in the garbage bags, driving him home to williamsburg turning around and going back into the city, travelling over the East River and marvelling at its grandeur, the suspension bridges, the mountainous city skyline and deep valleys of steel and concrete jungle, thinking of Indian art war paintings Andrew Wyeth, Dutch the Elder, the skiing drawing from last year's Whitney Biennial, Brown as a color scheme, Sunday night at Sway, like coming back home, you always walk in on the same song, Where everybody knows your name, Chad having a hard time dealing with his childhood nostalgia in the Morrissey tunes and watching young people dance to them as if they were pretending(?) The mecca of hipsters and familiar cold faces, looking away at the last moment or forever scorned, the same playlist except for a couple 50s tracks, recalling Run Around Sue and the inspiration for laying ripping guitar solos over danceable fifties style songs with obvious lyrics, and of course the old faces reforming vaguely in my memory, now with new hair styles, becks beers, quasi famous former actress from antiquated cult film DJing, an amazing dancer, Not inherently beautiful but droopy eyes and awkward big funky lips, baggy dumb eighties style clothes, the utter mystery of what kind of skinny body lies beneath them, something so enigmatic that it brings me to staring in suspension of disbelief of my own Pop coincidence pigeon holing me into a cliche category that somehow is connected to the cosmos, target marketing, seeing the trends, Hedgefunders foreseeing the culture shifts, the phenomenon of every bar's most attractive woman being the bartender or the waitress, looking as if she isnt working, as if she really could give a shit, so cool and over it, Desensitized, but still capable of a smile, sucking me into a personal drama, then seeing her counting money and walking through bumpy crowds with an empty tray, looking tired and bored, imagining where she would rather be... the arrival of my victory, the victory of my life, taking the form of my every fantasy, a witch that reads my mind with a magic ring, a stalker, like a private eye, a spy, an under cover cop, leading to manipulative desperation in the case of Alba, so many dark and pathetically lost children,more beers, a regular beer fest, now without asking Alejandro shoving rounds of beers into our hands, bleary eyed, self conscious, diseased,infected, its a sickness sign, throbbing lights, infectious conversation,  clear eyed San Francisco beauties forming their NYC scrapbooks, asking me if I married for love, specifying, women wasting their time and bodies, the prime of their lives, caught in a cultural clusterfuck, juggling business, economic independence, sex, multiple sexual partners, and lies, fixing her cleavage, rationalizing god knows what, sitting on a cement stoop outside the flashing red and yellow bar lights, Alejandro staying,on the prowl, not leaving until he gets a blowjob in the bathroom, smoking hash in the Virginia foxhunting mercedes, finding German Nick outside new scenester late night bar, talking of Berlin and how its still cool, but how it was better in the nineties when there were no rules at all and lots of loft space available, saying how he loves Berlin but how he found himself so bored the last time, not because it was different but rather because nothing had changed, more hash smoked out of a crack pipe, another beer, Brown Eyed Girl challenging my own awful nostalgia, Eric describing to me the genius of Van Morrison, more 50s songs, clearly identifying the new DJ trend, society and politics mirroring the 50s, conservatism, bloody war money, big cars, and ethical regressions.   Hugo Chavez calling Bush the Devil alcoholic that he is, Ordering a Greyhound, vodka and grapefruit juice, or with salt on the rim called an Old Salty Dog, Ill put salt on your dick!  Is that all Im worth?  A two dollar tip.  drinking water, running out of steam, driving back to Brooklyn.