Old Folks life

Finally getting out of the house, out of the coffeshop and onto the thick chewy mall grass (the Albertan Cows seem to like it's taste). Today was the first day of the Folklife festival. You know I'd don't mind helping tourists out when I'm behind a desk, but having to stroll around with them in the sun and the turf is prehaps a bit trying, and they sometimes get in the way of the entertainment.

First thing I encountered was a Blackfoot Indian tribe doing a demonstration of native dances. They had the full garb on, cool drumming and singing, they finished with a friendship dance and I got right in there holding hands with real Canadians, er..Indians...eh?

Later on I caught a vary traditional New Orleans jazz group led by Dr. Michael White. I'm a bit leery of musicians with doctorates, they tend to be more by the book, than out of the box, but I'll forgive him that. He's not as bad as Wynton Marsalis. The music was good, but very trad, making me want to hear more of an Ellingtonian interpretation, just something more edgy with stops and codas with extensive solo breaks. Lots of old folks with those ugly print stretch pants were taking pictures, crowding the aisles and invading the dance floor. I got up there eventually. Partially because my butt was sore, partly wanting to hear closer and to visually inspect the group. It was a septet (7 members) The banjoist looked perfect, he lost his home and his barber shop to Katrina, they all looked very stately though, occasionally standing up for the real hot blowing, but despite not being really old guys, they were extremely disciplined and played as though they were in Kennedy Center. This is while people in the aforementioned prints, umbrella hats and some other old hippie garb were waltzing Bechet and Lewis all the way home where they'd Been in the Storm so long.

In the meantime, my girlfriend was at Graceland with Bush and the Japanese prime minister. All in all we all had a bit of fun. She had the camera, so thus, no pics from folklife, but go to blogs.chron.com/whitehouse to see some pics of a real once-in a lifetime event or just...some rarified air.

I can't take this....

I'm not sure if I can articulate my feelings too accurately at this point. I'm really losing my mind what with the....sycophantic, passive aggressive, unapologetic.....nerve that this bullshit "artist" is perpetrating. I suppose her publicists let her get so low that they had to do an intervention and use her current condition to their advantage. Everyone gets a cut. But you know, this has all been done before. I suppose the miraculous thing is that somebody actually bought these pictures, figuring the public might appreciate them in some grotesque way.

Perhaps she has been advised...don't bitch about the media, cuz she has most definitely lost that priviledge. If she whines anymore again how awful it is to be in the public eye, I wanna see papparazzi coming at her with UZIs blazing

So what's up with me? Nothing much, just a coupon carrying working man with barely the opportunity to strum guitars with some college kid, much less book studio time at the drop of a dime to spout some self indulgent pablum to canned beats.

G's take on Brick-ney

OK this is embarrasing, but I got a few things to say about this....thing.
I could have quit halfway through this interview, having gotten the point already that Britney is a complete brick. I'm calling her Brickney. She is completely unalologetic firstly of her hypocritical criticism of the media. She is using the media as a scapegoat.

More examples of her stupidity:
Referring to Federline as being "simple" gives me a good idea as to what their relationship is like, and I didn't need to see a clip of Chaotic to tell me that. These are two Hollywood sycophants that have no idea what to do with themselves but have sex, watch TV and drive to Starbucks. And, in her blatant lie, when she claimed to be running away from a stampeding herd of papparazzi when she pulled out of Starbucks with Sean P. on her lap. Who's in the passenger seat in the infamous picture? A security man! No wonder this guy was fired, he's on his phone, could care less, but you'd think he could scatter a few photogs. Nobody has gotten past Perry, the manny either. Photogs will not mess with security, that's why celebrities have them.

Which brings me to opine on the sorry state of Brit-Brit during the interview. I truly do not feel sorry for her, finding her deluded, psycophantic and hypocritical. Page Six told me what I already knew. I sure had a feeling that there was no professional representation present for the interview. Nobody is running the show. OK Britney is a shrewd business-person and a master-manipulator, but only when her folks, her lawyers and her record company is behind her running the show. I have the feeling she has let down many of her professional partners with the way she is currently running her life. Just a fertile emotional wreck that cannot even succeed at cooking and cleaning her house with an ego too large to contemplate some classes in parenting.

Some Photos from last weekend

This was interesting. My mom and boyfriend in town. Experimenting with a non-digital camera, actually a disposable. Good look. Julie made Migas, wasn't any odd talk at all. Also some cherry blossom shots from April.

Me and you and everyone we know and our Sinus Infection

There clearly are mysterious forces at work. On the same day in the same week we see 06/06/06, the messianic first born of the Bradgelinas, and the death of a guess what....he's now a martyr, way to go Abu M.A-Z,Esq.

Going into this week I offered up my life forces, in addition to my regularly schedule ardor, to work the tourist infested information desk at Museum of Natural History, Mall side rotunda in front of the big Bull Elephant. Y'know if that fuckin' thing wasn't so big and distracting and fearsome people might be able to see and find the hallway to the rest room and the IMAX theater cuz' you know those are the 2 main things I gotta direct people to. Try as I may to enrich people towards a diversion to the art museums on the lower mall, they just want to see shit blow up real good like.
4 MOST POPULAR DC MUSEUMS

Air & Space
Natural History
American History
Holocaust.

shudder...!!

This bit of moonlighting is of course, to further my hopes of working for Smithsonian (but I'll take any boring gov't job, please) and get me out of Cosi as soon as possible. I felt up for it, as this past weekend was blissfully relaxing. Got a massage and manicure on Saturday, light work on Sunday, jam in the Park and an evening improv show Sunday. But the sniffles began at that very Sunday night show, bringing back old memories of sick, sick, sickness. Julie commented, or suggested in fervent hope that I may be allergic to jazz..

Monday, oh fuck, I got 4 days of Les Miserable Existenz to deal with. Juul spared one night of low Murkin-tide beneath the bosom of the Bush tree. Actually more of a hot sweaty day in the New Mexico desert, then onto the streets of Laredo (see Chron.com)

Now the worst is over. I have medication and chicken soup and 2 days free from work, where apparently everybody else is dealing with similar symptoms. Perhaps I dont' see it. Naturally paranoid as most Caucasians are, though we are more primarily concerned with money, i.e spending of and getting value from. At times I've worried I might have too much of a conscience, an ethic, unable toi un-express my feelings, to be strong and resolute-less. I took my flyer on the second day of not feeling well but all week I've worked while sweating coughing and briefly bleeding.
I don't want to encourage a lawsuit, most of our customers have health insurance and are hopefully immune to our un-covered maladies. I'll just pray for a bit of patience and compassion, and please, take off you headphones and remove the cell from your ear when you come to my counter. And don't be afraid to try the shrimp.

Thanks, Blogger. That post was 3 days ago. Doing a bit of maintenance there, eh?
Well, it's Saturday night. Saw the gay parade with Jules, saw my moms n' pouty BF off. Saw some museums
of course. Ah, what the heck, I'll start from scratch later.

Meanwhile, I repost my post from Julie's Chron.com White House Blog as I get all night club emcee-E upon the
occasion of Abu Musab Al-Zarquari's demise, and the uh, Brangelina thing.


Good evening folks, welcome to the opening of the Crotch-Wig Cafe. I am your host and owner, Alouicious P. Murkin
We're gonna have some fun tonight but first, I croon the news...
Abu, Abu 
I'm gonna miss you-ooo
Your style your grace
The way you switch your face
you're like the Manson of Al Quaeda
You crazy infidel-hater
Who knows what the after-life will bring
Could be some virgins
Could be a meat cleaver on your thing
But I gottsta tell ya somethin' Moose
I give you props for believing what you believe in
And I don't know what's in that crazy Koran you got
But I've heard a few verses and they got some boss tunes in there let me tell ya.
I know this kid,got no shoes. He knows the whole book. Taught me one it goes sort of like....eeeyaaah! Orieeeygnyahh!!
Oh what the heck!
Anyway, enough about me, I'm gonna bring out our first act of the night. He's well, he's not a young man but he's an innaresting man. Quite arresting in fact (rimshot!)
He's been working on his act for several weeks I think you'll enjoy it. In the tradition of Harry Houdini he will escape from solid brass manacles, legi...what'dya call em if they're on his legs? Y'know, let's call em tentacles cuz he's gonna free himself in no less than 10 minutes given time off for good behavior.
He may have stepped down but he still walks like a Texan...
Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Tom DeLay!!

(blues shuffle)

C'mon youse guys. Didn't you like the act? Was it the band? I'll fire all of them. Maybe I'll get better acts. I tried to get McKinney but she said she couldn't do the gig, had to get her hair done.
I had Scooter Libby lined up as part of the big human pyramid with the whole clan, but he's been nursing that broken leg for so long, I suspect a conspiracy not to work the clubs.
This non compliance of these entertainers we call our government is an outright shame. It makes mockery of their very jobs we elected them to do. Which is tragic. It's travesty their putting this country through. Put em all together and it's a Trave-ShaM-rockery!!
I know you Irish people can appreciate what I'm saying. You there with the blog, or should I say, you there, the blog. You know that I know what I'm talking about. Well it's my nightclub but it's your blog so all I gotta say is, it's nice just to be here with you good people. Can I smoke in here?
Just kidding folks, have another drink on me. And a toast to our not-so dearly departed. We never got to know you too well Abu, but I've seen all your videos and think you're quite photogenic. And you sure know your way around a Kalashnikov. I can barely find my way around the block in Minsk, can you believe those street names? But I'll delve into that bit next time our pal Putin comes to town so until then. I leave you with a little song

(to the tune of Mack the Knife, and um, excuse me while I go off-topic. I trust THE BLOG wont mind)

Bran-gelina
Had a baby
At some private resort-in Africa
All the tabloids put up big bucks
For the first picture of the kid
Shiloh Nouvel's got some lips, yeah
Just like mom's got, Bee-e-e-stung
Daddy Bradley's mighty happy.
He must think he's Abraham!

All those movie stars dropping babies
Better back up, for they know
They won't be so very important
When Brangelina's kids are back in town.
Bennifer and those crazy TomKats
Nobody's going to care or give a hoot.
All Americans need distraction

Cause let me tell you people something before I go. Thank God we live in a democracy....where you crazy kooky people can go out any day of the week and protest the govenment's decisions, or tap out some spew from the sanctity of your home. Say what you gotta say. But we all gotta live together, the conservatives, the liberals, the Scientologists. This is America, and we have a free press who calls it like they see them so don't believe all that conspiracy mumbo jumbo. They get up at the crack of dawn and put on their shoes one leg at a time. Just like I do when I'm finishing my last Gin and Tonic. Bartender!! Another!

Goodnight folks, it helps to breathe, you'll live longer!

That's Entertainment.