Anna Rubanove & Adam Bozarth - “Wild Spiders”
I hope it’s okay that I share this song, which was included on a mix CD I received from Anna a few weeks ago. Just came up on shuffle again and made me smile.
Love. This.
Dan, let’s do some spiders, after we die.
Also, that’s the most interesting misspelling of my name yet. I think I’ll keep it!
From my, um, “private” collection.
Wait til’ you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til’ you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Patrick McGoohan
%^o
I really only woke up at 12pm so I missed a good chunk of sunshine. The time I got, though, I was grateful for.
The thing that strikes me when the weather finally turns is the smell of the subway. The trains are slightly more pungent, but in a good way. People shed their layers, or overdress by mistake, and the fragrances they douse their bodies with rise off their skin. The stations, when empty, are still cool, not heated through by summer sun, and give off a sweet, moldy smell that reminds me of 307 West 26th on a breezy afternoon. Before the theatre opens, on days like these, the scent, although most likely unhealthy, is addicting. I think few people know it. The interns know it, the managers, people who sneak in during off hours to steal stage time for their videos. I’m not sure there are classes that take place there still. It has to happen when it’s not too cold or too hot, and before the space fills up for shows and the audience overwhelms it.
Last year, the East Village also smelled amazing on the first warm day. Just cigarettes and coffee, I think.
Britanic always seems to nail it with their sketches.
(via ameygirl)
Oh man, oh man. These guys are so good. I loved their stage show, and this video is so hilarious it’s made me feel a little less grumpy today.
Still grumpy. Not as much. The next person to talk to me gets yelled at. If you look at me, I will slap you as well.
Also, here is a partial screen-shot of my email tab.
(via Hal Phillips)
This just happened to fall into my internet hands on the eve of the theatre’s biggest panic fest: a ranty post about feeling like a failure in the comedy business from a veteran many of us admire.
I know it applies, I’m sure it applies, but I also just think it’s super fascinating, and so I’m posting it.
