thursday july 25th, 2008th
busy week. mad busy. gig went great tonight. lots of dancing and singing. played the shit out of the ting tings and justice. caught up with cato. he's been on tour all over the world. didn't call anyone an oxygen thief or a cocksucker today. babysteps. getting the new camera & mac tomorrow.
sunday july 20th, 2008th
got back to the city kind of early. wached something with will, cooked something and crashed. the boys had the cats shaved and they re-did the loft area. ears are still ringing from 3 gig nights in a row. played loud. yaz puts everyone in such a good mood. the cannon camera never worked upstate at young bradford's. used the olympus. brad and ben are are my favorite couple. took 1000 or so photos. some video. drank whisky. all day. fell in love a couple of times. doing nothing for a few days. upgrading photo storage / changing a bunch of server shit the next week.
thursday july 17th, 2008th
hot and stinky in the city. yoga / swim at lunch. planned on running into the dalai lama on accident. and did. they got backed up in traffic on park ave. turning onto 51st. said hi. everyone thought it was barack obama. he was on his way to radio city music hall to speak about the four noble truths. i don't have any idea what to wear to bradford's wedding party and really no time to shop. talked about sunflowers with marmalad in bulgaria. my cannon camera fell apart. my url keeps getting fucked.
wed. july 16th, 2008th
bright and hot today. met with gomi and gave him all the new images for the tokyo vajra project. all the new nudes. it's kind of what they asked for, but also totally different. got him a new url and the basics of a webpage up. got all his new stuff on defected uk. was able to work in doing laps at lunch. smelled like a pool all afternoon. the nytimes took 2 more photos. the building projection / project thing starts on monday and the postcards are 2 weeks out. they are filming brooklyn's finest out in front of the apt.
tuesday july 15th, 2008th
woke up feeling a little manic. yoga and ran for lunch. yoga on the patio during sunset. james grilled steaks. gigs thursday and friday and upstate saturday.
monday july 14th, 2008th
i don't think you're insane. you don't? no. you don't think i'm an eensie weensie bit insane? i don't think you're insane. i think you're just spoiled. oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth i'm going to bed.
the gig saturday was really boring. great weekend. only left the apt to buy tea from chinatown market. streets smelled like rotten ass. took photos of travis. james cooked tacos. alex baked a cake. will shaved his head. cayle found an apt. busy week. gig friday, bradford's engagement party, then mark's bbq sunday. zoila is dancing and cleaning to the beatles. i have never seen anyone clean so hard in my life. i can't stop looking at corporate youth.
sat july 12th, 2008th
had a shin dig at the apt last night. drank too much too late. gig early tonight.
wed july 9th, 2008th
the 4th was nice. apt was packed. most amazing views. had a great time playing for james at therapy. had an extra great time after. busy week. gig saturday. saw gonzo. fucking loved it. lunatic question and answer with alex gibney. came home and threw a steak at the wall.
thursday july 3rd, 2008th
new york times piece. it is also being covered on wnbc news tonight @ 11.
tuesday july 1st, 2008th
monster dinner at matsuri for alex's birthday. didn't sleep much. busy morning. flew with harry over all my favorite buildings today. got out on the shore and back. looked for the lost dolphins everyone is talking on the news. beautiful fluffy little clouds. sorting music for saturday night. i love playing thumpy and too loud. talked to buck angel about iran.
monday june 30th, 2008th
woke up early. yesterday was a trip. fucking cookies. lost in translation. got up early and half ass did yoga, went up for a spin around the city in the helicopter with alex and james. used the downtown heliport. the security staff should be porn stars. when they turn 18. horrible brunch after. saw a suspicious looking package by the water under the brooklyn bride, went to take photos and ran into a crazy guy with a hand gun taking aim, kept tourists away, and saved nyc. it's so pretty outside. bradford's wedding should be fun. i'm starving myself.
sunday. june 29th, 2008th
went to hear james at the club for a few minutes at 3 am. i'm playing for him next saturday. fell asleep in the cab coming home. it appears everyone was too distracted with britney spear's vagina to notice that the us and israel we were already at war with iran. ruslana korshunova jumped to her death yesterday down on water street. i'm always afraid someone is going to land on me. lots of rain and storms today.
saturday. june 28th, 2008th
busy week. the waterfalls are nice. i like them when the sun goes down. big rains. bought a nice grill for the back porch. not going to the shore. fireworks tonight. the matrix is sparkling. i still keep thinking barry is going to call. never heard anything about any service. i'm excited for young bradford. i need a break from the city. you don't know what your doing, but keep doing it.
wed. june 25th, 2008th
i guess you could say we are starting all over. went to the haring show at lunch. it was nice. sat in central park and people watched. it smelled really nice.
Keith Haring -- Had he not succumbed to AIDS at age 31, pop/graffiti artist extraordinaire Keith Haring would have turned 50 this year. To commemorate his birthday, Skarstedt Gallery in the Upper East Side has mounted a 14-piece survey of Haring's work. Stylistically, this show manages to cover a lot of ground. One of the gallery's coups is an early chalk drawing that Haring posted illegally on a blank advertising board in a New York subway station; this piece, yanked in situ from the subway platform, comes complete with the board's metal frame, as well as an adjoining advertisement for Penthouse magazine. Plenty of Haring's politically-themed line figures are in evidence, railing against such hot-button topics as religion and technology, and two of his graffiti-covered sculptures are also on display. Most haunting is an abstract maze-like painting whose right bottom corner is intentionally left blank as a sign of his impending death, which happened just months later. Keith Haring is missed. Tues. - Sat. 10 am - 6 pm, until June 28, at Skarstedt Gallery: 20 E. 79th St., skarstedt.com, 212-737-2060.