Not ready to turn back yet.

LIBRA [September 23–October 22] Metaphorically speaking, you have recently begun crossing the water in a dream boat that has a small leak. If you keep going, it's possible you will reach the far side before sinking. But that's uncertain. And even if you were able to remain afloat the entire way, the shakiness of the situation would probably fill you with anxiety. My suggestion, then, is to head back to where you started and fix the leak.

Thanks, Rob Brezsny.

to mi companero

Sometimes we meet people in our lives that from the get-go we know won't be there forever. Mi Companero was one of them, and now the time has come when I must say "Adios" to someone who over the past few months has become a good friend, a person I referred to as "The Rock" for his awesome I'm-Right-There-ness and his secret-keeping abilities.

I don't have much to say other than I haven't been this sad in months, and I am going to miss you. I hope I will meet you again one day, and we will share many stories about our lives and families. I will remember our talks forever. I love you too. I always will.

no one should ever hold me up

Adam Green's new album Minor Love came out in North America on Tuesday, and I bought it on Wednesday. Side note: the photos that make up the album artwork (including cameos from the Jahhhman brothers) are AMAZE CRAZE. I've listened to the album a few times, and I'm really happy with it. Much happier than I ever will be with his last studio album Sixes and Sevens. Maybe divorce has done Adam some good? Whatever the case may be, his creativity and willingness to indulge in various musical stylings still dominate his artistic output. A song like "Oh Shucks" sounds super lo-fi, almost as if it could come off of Garfield. "Cigarette Burns Forever" makes use of a vocal echo and classic AG guitar strumming and surreal rhymes about private parties and "magic sandals." "Give Them a Token" sounds a little like "Losing on a Tuesday" and makes use of one of my favorite Mexican slangs: cabron.

As always, though, in the middle of Adam's soundscape of feigned ridiculousness, the existential gems of truth and sadness that populate his songs stand out and make him truly great. In "Breaking Locks" Adam sings about checking into a hotel for some solitary contemplation, calling someone to cure himself of confusion, and going out into the streets to find some "blood." (Metaphor for whatever it is that we all feel compelled to find to ensure our own personal survival?) In the chorus he sings, "No one should ever hold me up," calling himself out for being guilty, "awful" and basically un-back-up-able for his dirty deeds of the past. But "No one should ever hold me up" speaks to Adam's autonomy as a human as well, and one can read it as a (tired, though it may be) refrain that AG uses to remind himself that he can get through it all alone.

You can too.

Homeboy will play Bowery Ballroom on April 23 and April 24. I suggest getting tickets and getting there early if you want to be in the front for some microphone singing with the man himself, but be sure to wear sturdy shoes and a helmet if you don't wanna get one of Adam's Capezio flats in the face when he ambles into or launches himself onto the crowd. He's deceptively dead weighted, that skinny fucker.

time is on my side

February, with its snowstorms and Valentines' Day gloom, may be raging (I fell flat on my ass thanks to Greenpoint ice on the way home tonight), but summer creeps up slowly, and sometimes with so much promise and vibrating-phone-in-my-stomach desirable anxiousness that I can find it tough to keep my mind on the moment at hand. The overwhelming yearning for hot sun and hotter bodies can put a damper on the daily routine in NYC at this stage in the year's game. But, I just kick back with a Corona, turn up the volume on Mick's cocksure waaaah-waaaaaah vocals and scream, "Tiiiiiiiiiiime is on my side, yes it is!"

Because it is, pendejos. It is.

Lights by Home Depot's "You're a Star Collection"

NIKOLAI BROKE THE ZOOM!

This is all fine and good, but where the F is JFATS?

Heartbreak Hotel

Sometimes when you make your own situation imposible, then you just gotta stuff your head full of (not holes) sad songs that ironically make everything not worse but livable. Key word OKAY.

Girls: Can't wait to see them in April so they can sing the songs of my broken heart for all to hear and sing along to too.

The first cut may be the deepest but the last cut is always the worst. BITCH!

i wanna be your girl friend.

Fish Tank

Today I saw Fish Tank by Andrea Arnold at IFC. Phenom! As a whole it's such a better coming-of-age tale than An Education, and I think the two films compare easily. Both are about 15-ish young girls living in England and dealing with their own aspirations, dreams of escape, and sexual awakenings at the hands of two-timing, secret-family-having sexy rogues. But Fish Tank's heroine, break dance champion of the future, Mia, kicks Carey Mulligan's tired, cliche character (I can't even remember her name) in the ball-less crotch. Mia swigs from 40's, breaks into an empty apartment to practice her dance routine, head-butts a girl in the face in the opening scene of the film, and takes a piss on said rogue/rapist's (?- I don't think the director presents him in that way nor does Mia feel he is, but the question is raised) living room carpet. Talk about pushing gender boundaries. This movie, complete with gorgeously shot Andrew Wyeth/Ryan McGinley landscapes, unsentimental familial banter and objectively presented female-female-female competition within that family, ELECTRIFIED me. It made me want to turn 15 all over again and do something really daring in my little portion of tired Lititz suburbia. The fact that the soundtrack, packed with Ja Rule, Leona Lewis, and "Life's a Bitch," only helped to fortify the film shows how amazing it is... go and see it right now if you can. I promise it's worth the $12.50 and the little over 2 hours it takes to screen. Fish Tank should be in the place of An Education at the Oscars, and Katie Jarvis deserves Carey Mulligan's nod.

this is what i want

no me importa

if it is wrong. i don't care if it kills me.

a little SATC lesson

Remember when the affair between Carrie and Big in season 3 ended and for the rest of the series she kind of just drifted from first date to first date, back to Aidan, then to Berger and finally to the intolerable Russian whom she didn't even deign to call her boyfriend, just her lovah? I totally get that now. Where are the fireworks, people?

Sometimes I think, I'm 25 years old and I'm alone in Brooklyn. What the F is wrong with me? But then I calm myself down and realize that if you don't feel that "spark" with someone (what's the spark anyway? I think it's all based on pheromones and chemicals and shit we can't see) then why bother going thru the exhausting and time-devouring motions of dating.

In my favorite episode of Sex and the City, Carrie called Big "The Chrysler Building." I don't want to date anyone unless I can call him The Chrysler Building-- that glorious Art Deco beacon of man's awesomeness that penetrates the New York City sky-- and actually mean it.

GIRLS Webster Hall 4/3/10

Hi! I haven't been this excited since the months before I saw The Strokes for the 2nd time... I am seeing GIRLS with John on April 3 at Webster Hall. Cannot, cannot, cannot wait! "OH I WISH I HAD A BOYFRIEND, I WISH I HAD A LOVING MAN IN MY LIFE!" Expect tons of photos and my hair done up in a super-severe side part.

bald craze

I'm so happy to be back on the island with you, dead John Locke and non John Locke. Or off island with the original Locke "Don't tell me what I can't do" superhero of awesomeness. Or accepting Jack's business card and contemplating the "irreversible." Whatever works, baby. I love you.