June 2019

So I went to a Phish show. It was a big deal, not because I love Phish, but because my partner Leah loves them, and I emphatically do not. In our nearly 14 years together, this hasn’t been a problem (apart from the time she tried to make the case that a band I like is similar to Phish, and I, uh, did not respond well), but after I reluctantly agreed to finally go to… See more →

One of the things I like about standing-room-only venues is that any applause is a standing ovation.

I like Uranium Club so very much, and I was fully prepared to travel to see them (after I learned to speak the incantation that makes their sporadic, unadvertised tour dates appear momentarily in hexadecimal at the bottom of a beer bottle), but then they just showed up in my backyard.

I hadn’t been to Brooklyn Bazaar before, so I wasn’t quite prepared for its ballroom’s 250 capacity, which held about triple the amount of… See more →

I’ve always been a little freaked out by the idea of a neti pot, but if I have to waterboard myself to show my sinuses who’s boss, so be it.

A great post from @simplebits on what he learned in his 10 years as @dribbble’s cofounder. medium.com/dribbble/what-…

Hey NYC: I hear Windhammer’s kooky cousin (the resemblance is uncanny) is in this @usairguitar competition tomorrow: ticketfly.com/purchase/event…

While I can’t speak from experience, I’m pretty sure that a person getting hit by a train/bus/car/etc is unlikely to result in a blood explosion, as if the victim were an overfilled water balloon primed to coat bystanders with viscera upon impact. I get that hyperbole is a thing and bloodying a bystander is a handy visualization of the trauma they incurred from witnessing a terrible accident, but come on, actors get paid to act.… See more →

“Women have been making the case [for reproductive rights] for years, but more men need to speak up.” nytimes.com/2019/06/23/opi…

Sometimes I wish I hadn’t spent my entire life strenuously avoiding learning how to take care of myself.

Signing up via FB makes your Spotify username become a random number when you leave FB. Guessing who my friends are is actually kind of fun.

3:30 a.m.
offload the wheeled rubbish bins
RUMBLE CRASH RUMBLE

🌈 🌈

3:20 a.m.
back into the loading dock
beeeep beeeep beeeep beeeep beeeep

🌈

Sometimes I’m just knocked over by how alive this city is.

Fun fact: 25 years ago today, I met @Metallica. tinnitus.robweychert.com/1994/06/14/met…

In my dream, I agreed to produce a @HighonFireBand album, but had to come clean about being entirely unqualified and busy with summer school

Grimacing alone in the dark.

4:30am, can’t sleep, listening to the funny Analyze Phish podcast to prep for a concert I’ll reluctantly attend at the behest of my beloved.

If this game had existed when I was still in school, I wouldn’t have even come close to doing anything with my life. youtu.be/lU3YdqFo1QU

The plot is a pretty big pill to swallow—a bank teller is somehow threatened into robbing her workplace by a psychopath who clearly has no leverage—but the exquisite cinematography and score make it go down a lot easier. I would watch a feature-length documentary on how Glenn Ford’s spectacularly terrible haircut found its way to the screen.

An insightful and predictably rage-inducing read on Mitch McConnell, the worst person in America. newrepublic.com/article/153275…

This search keep leading me to sites promoting news orgs’ advertorial offerings, and it’s bumming me out.

Anyone have good examples of publicly available media organization brand guidelines? e.g. @GuardianDesign: design.theguardian.com

Saw a guy with a Tones on Tail shirt. Then saw another guy with a Blondie shirt. Looked down and suddenly my shirt had Siouxsie Sioux on it.

Just read some nonsense about how Hootie is actually more than middlebrow mush. What’s your most audacious pop-cultural reversal of opinion?

Who decided tough-crusted bread was a good idea? Who wants a sandwich you have to tear apart with your teeth like a ravenous wolf? 👎🏻

At @thetrocadero for the last time. 😢

The Big Mess Cabaret’s endearingly sloppy mix of queer-friendly vaudeville, drag, and burlesque was the first act booked when Joanna Pang took over ownership of the Troc from her father in 1994, making it a fitting finale for the venue 25 years later.