|I Want to Raise Your Teenage Writing From My Wall - Stephen Duffy|
Met up with Zac and the old gang last night. After hugs and proclamations of "You're not dead!" we settled in to watch Total Recall at Jason's new apartment. Kris brought Francesca with him. I've never met Francesca before. She lives in San Francisco and works at Starbuck's! And writes songs! (How sincere!) And Daddy was a famous Japanese musician! So he has contacts for her! Francesca, I am going to make you a t-shirt that says "I AM INDIE! REALLY! I AM TOO!" Francesca, when we talk about movies, and someone mentions Velvet Goldmine, don't reply with "That guy is soooooo cute!" Francesca, Francesca, Francesca, really I am not impressed that your cousin's stepdad's brother used to live next door to Paul McCartney. You're moving to England with Kris? Uh huh. Kris can't even find his way to downtown Dallas, and he's lived in Dallas for 22 years. Francesca, I know this sounds terrible, but please go back to San Francisco. You are so damn obvious.
Guess who has their birthday today? Mike Nesmith and Davy Jones. I had forgotten that they had the same birthday. Anyone wanting to celebrate, we're going up to the London Tavern tonight. And Paul McCartney sued his bandmates this day in 1970! And they disbanded this day four years later. What a day. So if you want to drink your sorrows away for the Beatles, we'll be at the London Tavern somewhere around 9 or 10.
Look at my horoscope for today:
I found out that two of my guy friends
got really high at SXSW this year and ended up in a field giving each other blowjobs.
Amanda and I are never going to stop laughing at this. Anyone feel like
Stephen Duffy, why is your voice so
beautiful? Why are your lyrics so perfect? How do you do this? Why are you so beautiful?
How do you defy age the way you do? Is it the Duran in your blood, or is there something
else that we should know about? Stephen, really, we have a mutual friend. Can we go out?
Can you talk to Alex and get the Plungers to open up for Fat Les?