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March 28, 2007 09:00 PM

Wild in the Streets

This week has been super busy. I played Snow Patrol Tour Photographer on Monday, saw my friend Jason Webley play with Corn Mo on Tuesday, witnessed elephants walking down 34th Street later that night and saw a large opossum on my street this morning.

Snow Patrol
Snow Patrol

Snow Patrol
Snow Patrol

Jason Webley
Jason Webley

Elephants on Parade
Squint to See Elephants on 34th Street

Elephants on Parade
Bello

Elephants on Parade
Elephants on 34th Street

Opossum
Opossum in Brooklyn

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June 19, 2006 07:13 PM

Ken Jarvey Rulz


Kenneth and his band ‘the can’t see’ were in town last weekend. Everyone crashed at our place Friday morning after their Boston show, but only Ken and Rose stayed the whole weekend. We caught their show at Warsaw here in Greenpoint (Brooklyn) with ‘Band of Horses.’ Cadin told me that the entire Horses band had beards, but I couldn’t attest to this fact because I couldn’t see the stage. Rock on!

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July 5, 2005 12:21 AM

Rachid Taha at Chop Suey

Wednesday morning last week I heard that Rachid Taha was playing at Chop Suey that night. I called and emailed frantically throughout the day in an attempt to find someone to go to the show with me. ‘Rock El Casbah’ in Seattle! I was psyched to see the show.

Carrie (Cadin’s sister) came to the show with me, even though she didn’t know who Rachid Taha was. The crowd was an interesting mix of Seattle hipster world music enthousiasts and French/Algerian/mixte ex-pats. The arabic mullet seemed to be the preferred haircut in the band. Rachid Taha definitely has the punk rock attitude down, appearing to be drunk and/or stoned as the band and the synth machine tore through some greatest hits. The show was disappointing for me (because my expectations were so high going in), but it was a fun night. I exceeded my 2 drink limit for the evening and had a raging headache for most of Thursday. And, no, I’m not a Morroccan belly dancer…

I spent the night at Carrie’s Capitol Hill apartment. She has a gorgeous view of downtown and the Space Needle. On my way to work the next morning, my all-time favorite car in the world stopped to let me cross the street. It happened to be an old man with white hair in a white Porsche Speedster - definitely a good luck omen.

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