Last night, was the Dream Bitches CD release party. It was a great show all round. The ISSUE gallery was perfect for the show, I wish that I could always perform and see shows put together like that. Yoko had to put a lot of work in to it, and I think it was all worth it.
The Cheese on Bread set was fun – I broke a string during The Soundcheck Song. It’s amazing how spoiled I became after playing two shows with good monitoring. I was strumming way too hard – I have to try to keep calm in these situations.
One of my favorite things was playing Yoko’s song from when she was fourteen.
Today, I’m in New Jersey: my mother’s birthday is tomorrow. It’s fun talking to my parents, I haven’t done that in person in a little bit.
Saturday, I will be back in New York to see The Gates with Yoko and her parents.
On my way to work today, a man got on the train with his daughter, maybe two/three years of age (I have difficulty quantifying most things, and non-things alike). They sat down across from me, and she said in her developing voice: "Wha da," pointing above me, at an advertisement.
Her father was a bit surly, a bit short with her. "What’s what?" She points again, "Tha." "Those are chicks." It’s a scene of model baby chicks at a subway station. They then started talking about how her mother was at work today.
It took me a minute to realize that he wasn’t really surly. He was treating her like an adult, having a normal conversation (as normal as a three year old can have). I was impressed by them. I sometimes can’t do that with people my age.