Monkey Love Records News

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Howdy folks! I know it's been a while coming but here we go...part two. It carries on straight from the last one cos that's how it's written in my diary:
After much more than my pain threshold of tack and witless comedy we pay up and leave.

Two bottles of water, one coffee, NO plastic bag and two paper bags then a walk. We sit in central park on a rock. I begin this diary. Bas relaxes but makes me aware of his inability to live in the moment, bless him. We talk a bout things we left at home. We slowly begin to understand the complexities and subtleties in our differences, our situations and our loves. We go silent, I think about Donna (my girlfriend)...I miss her, but I am safe in the thought of an embrace when I see her next. I cradle myself in that thought for a while. My comfort.

Plan of action: Back to guest house => get bags => taxi to east village => beer => do a radio show.

The first two parts of the plan go swimmingly. The taxi was the first hurdle. We flag one, he pulls over, stops, waves at us confusingly which apparently translates into 'I am not picking you up, I will however stop in the way of where you want a taxi to stop, that WILL take you where you want to go'. Fuck he was helpful. We move. Another driver! Some luck! He asks where we wanna go, we tell him. His answer is some sort of wave. Luckily we are familiar with the New York cabbie 'I cant be arsed to do my job' hand gesture. Another driver emerges from the same...BAR!...He too asks our destination, he says ok, he tells our previous destination enquiror "lets go". I am confused and perplexed. The subtlety and nuance of the cabby is a precious things it seems. An uneasy balance that's easily toppled. We have managed to keep this 'bone china' equilibrium and keep New York transport safe for another day.

We arrive in the east village. We can see the radio station. We head to a bar. Bas is attracted to purple. It's a kind of siren to him, if he was a ship he would be sunken now. What he thought was a bar was infact a closed restaurant. We go back over the street to an actual bar. We sit and have two Brooklyn Lagers. It seems they have managed to tap the 'Tommy-gun essence' and served it in Fl Oz. A marvel of fruity tang.

We head over the road. The radio station. It's in a shop front. I couldn't help but think of Northern Exposure. We have a couple of glasses of Red Wine. It's nice...this surprised me as I don't normally drink wine, but I was in a 'yes' to free drink no matter what it is mood. I play three songs with the traffic and crowds passing by. I enjoy playing, it's a good atmosphere. I play '3 Plays', 'Washed Ashore' and 'Thin King Twice'. The radio station is East Village Radio, the show is Two for Tennis with Tim 'Love' Lee and Mike...sorry can t remember his surname.

So, the first show was a success, the guys at the station were super nice and very welcoming. Thanks for having us guys!!!

More tomorrow people...x