Kitty Power

Of Dim Corners and Music

My mind has been occupied with making a music mix for Alex. He's been across the sea almost steadily since school's end and I'm sending a mix of what I've been listening to and is going around here in town. It's pretty rock free, only because guitars isn't where it's at for me right now. Of course, there's good stuff out there (I've even listened to some) and folks I know are going to some group or another's concerts near frequently. But, sorry, not on this mix. I'm still formulating. Perhaps I'll post the results. Something I'm searching for space for is Greens Keepers, "Dixie Gan." I loved that song on first listen and then proceeded to play it to death for weeks. It probably won't fit but I still love it.

Thursday night, I found myself wandering around the confusing streets of the West Village, still hungover at almost midnight and horribly late for a dinner/party thing. I met up with my fellow Styleaholics and their band of friends to go to a club that I should love, but after two attempts just leaves me bored. The space is dope, but something about the crowd tends to be off for me. I dunno. Anyways...I was taking it easy with the ginger ale and my head was pounding beyond belief. Haven't you heard that the best thing for a headache is loud music and flashing lights? Yeah, me neither.

A friend of the party struck up a conversation with me since we were sitting side by side on the bench and it was only polite. I really hate the "what do you do" turn that conversations take -- not only because I don't have a career to speak of as yet. It's like a currency thing. The unspoken part is "it better be something fabulous, or else you've just lost my interest." I've got no currency. I can live with that, just ignore the chip on my shoulder. I responded, "professional interviewer" as I'm known to do nowadays and this guy said, "music producer/performer." Interest piqued, I inquired further and he mentioned the group I mentioned earlier. At first I couldn't place the name, but when I did, Candice went gushingly profuse with the praise and laughed out loud at the randomness of it all. Cheers to me, I made a new friend. And might get a copy of the new album. Dopeness! Feeling as if the stars might be aligned in my favor, I'm newly reconsidering the Miami/WMC trip. With my luck, I might meet Scott Herren or something! (And as an aside, anyone with a friend of a friend that can give a hand to a kid doing some serious last minute planning and trying to hit as much up down there as she can, give a shout!)

The weekend found me chilling the corners of 419, drinking my Taylor's 10 and sticking to my no whiskey word. Friday night, I walked over to the upstairs bar and was thrilled when the bartender knew what I wanted before I asked. Yay! I love that place. He said, "This getting port thing is new, right? You used to get something else. What was it?" I replied, "eh...whiskey sours, amaretto sours, G&T...I didn't really have one solid thing." "Right. And now you're onto port. Good choice. It's nice and sophisticated." Damn skippy. All about the grown and sexy in the '04. Plus it's a conversation starter. Everyone's always dead curious about what I'm drinking. Unfortunately, I ruin the sheer a tad having to get a glass of water usually and chase it. It's concentrated as hell. I'm not so keen on taking anything straight to the head, so it's a precaution.

Saturday night with my water in one hand and port in the other and standing on the wall sipping from both, I called out to a Wes kid as he passed me. Strangely, unless I truly hated them (which is rare of the people I encounter. *knock on wood* No The Continental sightings for me, thanks), it's always kinda funny to run into someone on "my turf." This was a kid I had a few good encounters with over the years, but never really saw often enough for us to really be friends. He and I stood there and had a nice convo, shooting the shit about the joint and Life After College ™. I don't know why I find it so jarring when I find someone in the same boat as me...and Jay-V...and Lina...and more of my friends than not. I suppose it's just easier to think that most have their shit together and it's just us stragglers who are feeling the brunt of the bad luck. We commiserated over the job and home with the 'rents sitch before he went off into the night. I swear, I should really make a weekly dinner/drinks thing for us frustrated grads. At least we could spend a few hours bitching and still garner some sympathy.

I retreated home early that night as I have been for most of the few weeks. I'm finding it hard to be as totally carefree and loose as I used to be. I've got a proofreading test to send back and interview upon interview in between freelance gigs to do. I'm turning into a boring old woman just in time for the birthday.

Posted by Candicissima at March 1, 2004 03:13 AM