believe it or not, I've started a blog

After having a discussion with drew that featured his omnipresent lack of faith in my ability to tackle anything technical (and of course my immediate willingness to admit he was right), I came upstairs and well, started this blog. Damn, really? Is this all it takes?

So, here I go. If you think my tendency to ramble on and on within the confines of facebook is notable, then this should be avoided at all costs.

That said, I have a few things to point out.

Firstly: Jesca Hoop is playing at Hotel Cafe tomorrow night.
Secondly: Will Oldham is at the El Rey on Thursday.
Thirdly: Leonard Cohen can be seen (among other dates and venues) a week from Saturday.

I mention this because I'm going to see/hear them all. I, who hardly ever go to live shows of any kind, other than the occasional play, have a line-up of concerts to attend!
Music heard in public is like, well, sleeping in public for me. Not optimal, not sought after, not really all that comfortable. Sometimes, though, there will be that tree, that lawn, that dappled light, that much too powerful pull to close the eyes or to open the ears...

Another thing to point out is that Jenny Wayland and I are venturing into our first attempt at an underground dinner group, of sorts. This will be an event in May for which you can pay a reasonable amount of cash money and enjoy a delicious 4 or 5 course dinner, some entertainment and a foray into the world of community dining and socializing in an intimate setting with as little pretense as possible. That means you'll be packed in like sardines, if all goes well. Details to follow.

Speaking of sardines: I was sorry they weren't available the day I cooked at canele. I did overhear the waitstaff there comment on how "trendy" they've become. Whoops.

Speaking of waitstaff: The four of us had a late dinner at LOCAL on Sunset one recent Saturday night and they could not have been more accomodating and pleasant. We brought in some beer and ordered the Albondigas burgers with their incredible french fries. They kept the beer in the refrigerator, retrieving and pouring as needed. (They even poured a glass for Hugo, what with his newly sprouted moustache). By the time we finished, both kids were asleep on the table and the busser's attempt at providing pillows was thwarted only by our firm refusal.