Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Faux2

So on Saturday when I was at work, my boss' friend Dieter (who is as huge and German as his name makes him sound, salivate) called him and told him that U2 was playing on a rooftop on 8th Avenue and 29th street and that we should come immediately.

Now, since U2 was actually playing at Madison Square Garden on Saturday night, and since they've displayed a penchant for public performance in NYC in the recent past, this seemed rather credible. So we hopped in a cab and cruised on uptown, where we greeted Dieter and his mancandy and soon realized that the random people on the top of the building across the street ad-libbing to "Vertigo" through speakers smaller than the ones we used for New York Drones were not actually U2 but a rather poorly executed hoax.

We realized this because we are smart and perceptive people. However, the crowd of hundreds gathered on 8th Avenue was not nearly as smart and perceptive. Heard: Large rallying cries of "ONE MORE SONG!" and "LET THEM PLAY!" although as far as I can tell there was no police presence to speak of. Also heard: "Give me Bono or give me death," a request that I must sadly report went unfulfilled, as there was no Bono to be found and I refrained from killing the moron who was, clearly, asking for it.

There were a bunch of expensive-looking cameras on the roof with the hoaxers, so I am anticipating that this episode will be on my new least favorite television show before summer is out.

Party and Bullshit

New York Drones was pretty fun. The space was incredible as advertised, and I'd say we certainly filled our end of the bargain as far as bringing the noise was concerned. Guest DJ Scott, out of Minnesota, was totally fire, and everything was bangin' until the amp got tired around 3 am. Next time: better amp, no sandwiches, more hard alcohol and fewer kegs.
While on the whole the thing went off remarkably well, there were a few key moments of hilarity/drama that I would like to share with you:

Wonderful Episode Numero Uno:
Random Chick: "Hey, could you maybe play some hip hop soon?"
Me: "Uh, this new Missy Elliot track ["Lose Control"] is most certainly hip hop."
Random Chick: "Well maybe you could play something I might recognize, maybe something from, I don't know, three weeks ago?"
Me: "Maybe you could live in the now."

Wonderful Episode Numero Dos:
A person who shall go unnamed on this blog has a pretty severe substance problem and revealed themselves to be incredibly terrifying while under its control. Said person should probably not drink anymore, particularly not from the kegs when the party is over and we are trying to clean up the mess. That said, I was and remain sorry that said person broke his hand and got his cell phone stolen.

Oh, and my favorite part was when a total stranger named Amit came up to me and asked me if I was Dave Hughes, and said that he read and enjoyed the blog. Amit: you are a motherfucking rock star and you are invited to all of my parties forever and ever. Amen.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Friday Night Relief



You are invited by everyone to do anything. You are invited for all time.

Music by Matthew Balls, David Huge, and some guy who's flying in from Tokyo. Videos and Toilets by Pablo Lopez. Peanut Butter Sandwiches by Donny.

Oh, and it's taking place here which is faintly ridiculous, uhm, I mean, off the chain.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Photoblogging NYU Commencement

This (and the finals and parties associated with it) accounts for much of my blog silence lately:


It was a beautiful day, even if we didn't get to walk under the Arch as I had expected.


Since Commencement started earlier than our earliest classes from the last two years at least, we were a little bedazzled when lining up to enter the park.


The Park was looking its best.


People seemed excited when it was over.


My parents were pretty happy about it. I was pretty happy about the free champagne at the Gallatin shindig.

Since I still have to finish a bunch of credits, I felt like a fraud doing the whole pomp and circumstance, but I guess I'll be too busy this time next year and it was nice to go through it with friends.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Why not a whole network?

This was so incredibly called for.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Sorry, Mom and Dad

You wouldn't know it from the rotting schoolhouse across the street or the housing projects around the corner, but apparently I live in the 13th most expensive ZIP code in America. Rockin.

EDIT: Whoops. My bad. It has come to my attention that actually I only used to live in the 13th most expensive ZIP code in America, back when I lived at Lafayette Street Residence Hall, which was apparently the swinginest frat house in all of (guh?) TriBeCa.

I bet numbers 1-12 don't smell as much of rotting fish.