dragging myself across the dance floor Re: Sinister: Ooh, stick Koons, your Monet too, and your DADA

[jay]

actually, you're not really likely to see me anymore near a dance floor, but.....

----- Original Message -----
From: "Magda Boom" <magdaboom at xxx.com>
To: <sinister at missprint.org>
Sent: Monday, July 10, 2000 8:33 PM
Subject: Sinister: Ooh, stick Koons, your Monet too, and your DADA


>
> Hello list members. Wipe that rice pudding off your face, its not becoming.
>
> Ive been on a bit of a soul-tip recently. I would have never got through my exams without Martha Reeves and the Vandellas
screeching Quick sand at 2am to keep me awake.

ah, what you need is "beg, scream & shout!-the big ol' box of '60s soul", one of the loveliest box sets i've ever seen.  it's made
like the old boxes with a plastic handle to carry your 45's around in, and the cd's sit in record shaped trays and look like the
label in the middle (and then fitting inside cardboard sleeves with mockup artwork).  it even has "the little ol' box of 60s soul"
inside with trading cards for all the artists!

and the music?

well, you'll just have to give it a listen!   today!!

> Jay was talking about Cafes in London. Magda recommends:
>
> Tactical on D'Arblay Street, W1, because its a bookshop inside, and theres something so splendid about being able to smoke
whilst browsing the bookshelves. Its like youve been let loose in the library, the Librians swinging their pearls and throwing off
their glasses, shouting Sod the books, dance in the Aisles! Smoke in the
> Aisles! Snog in the Aisles, my children!.....except, people generally just sit around that certain cafe looking serious. Theres
Dianas Diner, round the corner from Neil street, which is the sort of place you long for on a Sunday morning, when your head hurts
and your heart fills like its filled up with ash. Walls lined with signed, faded pictures of B-rate celebrities youve never heard
of, and cheap milky tea. Yes Please.
>
> And Bar Italia, which I love, even if the hip cats say its naff to hang around there since Pulp name-checked it. Its a good
place to take boys, unless youre particularly fond of your own reflection, as it is rather tempting to keep peeping at your hair on
the mirror-lined walls.

thanks for the recommendations, i shall use them whenever i get the chance to cross the pond again.  (someday.....some way.....)
given how restricted smoking has become in the US, it was hard to get over how many places one can light up...even right in the
middle of euston station.  (a giggly smiths dream come true...i was actually on a train heaving on to euston back from
liverpool....though how many people in my life would appreciate that?    2?)  that may sound silly, but it was really unusual for an
american.  i didn't even know bar italia was a real place, shows you what i know....then again, people are really surprised when i
tell them normaltown and allen's are real places in athens and the b-52's didn't make them up.    of course that's not nearly as
cool :)  i wish i'd had someone like you guiding me around a bit when, for instance, i was trying to pick one restaurant in
chinatown.

i hope no one thought i was trying to slag off london with my stories and be a smartass tourist, i really did love it there.  and i
got so much exercise and photo opportunities just wandering around and around for hours.  (course, that's how you get mugged too,
but.....  :) )

this past saturday i was riding around with my sister and visiting young cousin from florida.  i prepared a random B&S minidisc to
A: preempt my sister's music and B: maybe have it rub off on them a bit.  my sister will sort of tap her fingers to any beat but i
don't think she was really listening, and since it was my weird music in her car, the volume was at a level that might prick up the
ears of woodland creatures but probably couldn't be enjoyed by most humans.  even i couldn't make out "chickfactor".   (yes, yes, i
think it's a great song too.....let us unite in solidarity twattybus brothers and sisters!) my cousin didn't seem to have an
opinion, she might've busy with the new harry potter book i got her, or just completely uninterested.  it was wonderful to see her
again, we only met for the first time last fall at my dad's funeral, and she's like the little sister i never got and the niece i
hope to.  i felt rather sheepish with how much she seems to adore me, but it's really sweet too.  :)

jay, who's trying to not make a *complete* fool of himself in attempts to talk to the pretty girl at work (interoffice e-mail is
such a nice, casual way to converse, but it won't really get you there)

"they make me look stupid"..."how do you mean?"..."you know, *brainy*, like a librarian"..."i like librarians"


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