Bingo with gay senior citizens and cool new local music: … RJ is funny as hell

I celebrated my return to real life by playing bingo with gay senior citizens last night. I went with the woman who I’m going to set up with my mother, if they ever find themselves on the same coast. We both won a little, lost a little. The game I won was called “Tops and Bottoms.” The only bingo that counts in this game is the top row and the bottom row. When you win you have to stand up and declare which row you are. So fifty elderly people all laughed and pointed at me when I had to stand up and yell “I’m a bottom!”

“What was that, sonny? I can’t hear you!” It amused them to make me repeat myself. “Haven’t you asked around town” I said to them. “This is news?”

… but Flip learns me something cool that I haven’t heard about before.

And I have finally tracked down the mystery artist I have been searching around months for – and it turns out she lives right here in Oakland. Faun Fables amaze me. I’ve been hearing her in the mornings on kfjc for some time. Amoeba records had never heard of Fawn Fibbles, or Fawn Fables for that matter – but the computer finally recognized Faun Fables tonight and sent me straight into the unusual/experimental section. The track Sleepwalker is one of em that sticks in my head for hours. Since she’s local I hope to catch her live soon.

Go to his entry for the necessary links. I don’t feel like stealing them, and it’ll do you good to visit. Go on now, shoo, shoo!

Liquid hijack Marlboros: … or fame and its downside as explained by Benicio Del Toro’s Benny to Jeffrey Wright’s Jean-Michel Basquiat in Julian Schnabel’s script for the movie. Maybe I should go see “Downtown 81” when it opens in the Bay Area … (via Drew’s Script-O-Rama)

Famous people are usually pretty stupid. You’re too smart. You’d get bored to death. You don’t wanna be like John Henry—fighting the machine. Just do what you do. It’s about integrity. Follow your heart.

Who’s John Henry?

Oh man! Folklore guy–worked on the railroad. Y’know, pounding in spikes and laying down track. Then one day they invented a machine to do it. And he says “Fuck that, I’m a MAN” and he challenges the machine to a race to lay down a mile of track. It takes two days. Neck and neck the whole time. They get right to the end, and he beats it by one spike. (pause) Got a cigarette?

So then what?

He drops dead! See? Just do your shit like you do it! Your friends like you, you get laid, everyone walks by, sees your stuff everywhere. It’s good. What else do you want?

They watch a long stretch limo cruises up across the street.

Like I said–my liquid hijack Marlboros.

Is anybody reading Colson Whitehead’s “John Henry Days”?

Black books:go pop on the bestseller charts.

Henry Louis Gates Jr., chairman of the Afro-American Studies department at Harvard and editorial consultant at Basic Civitas Books, the black imprint of the Perseus Books Group, said: “This reflects the new capacity of the broader American reading public to identify with black characters; the black experience is a metaphor for the larger human experience. One doesn’t read `Hamlet’ to learn about the princes of Denmark.”

He added: “Fifty years ago, white readers read Richard Wright to learn about the Other; now many whites have the capacity to see themselves through a black character.” Still, he said that “one of the greatest changes in publishing over the last 10 years has been the realization that black readers are a large and growing market.”