Bored.
gus. trust the scruff.
I am an adult.
I figured out that I have an overactive imagination today-
When the homeless crazy man told me at the bus stop that the Government was kidnapping American women and children and taking them to the future to kill them. I spent a half hour trying to figure out what the purpose of bringing them to the future was if they were only going to kill them anyway.
Then I was like “Wait. This guy’s crazy. What the hell am I doing?”
Funk Soul Brothers- White about now.
People often ask me what it is exactly I do. It’s complicated. Arrange interviews, coordinate tour press, come up with lame ideas etc.
Fer instance- I recently coordinated this event with the NBC affiliate here in Chicago to promote Numero’s new book A Light on the South Side. This photographer, Michael Abramson took all these pictures of soul nightclubs from 1970-1975 or therabouts. The book is awesome. At any rate, Marcus Riley and I made a 1970s soul party happen at the Parkway Ballroom. It was awesome.
Pictures here.
And of course the only picture they get of me I look fat. Which, in it’s own special kind of way- is awesome.
Dios De Los Muertos concert at my house. Six Bands. Me Drunk. You Miss Out.
Maggie and I were super good friends years ago when we used to hang out and bitch about our current gf/bfs. Now she runs Yea Man! which handles artists like The Dirty Diamonds and the Black Holes. This is her with Anthony Spinella who is likewise a cool guy. Weird how we somehow ended up in the same business.
Plus, my beard has gotten COMPLETELY out of control.
The amount of free swag that gets sent to us is pretty ridiculous, but I just found out we’re all getting free Asics. Why does an office full of publicists who spend all day in front of their macbooks need running shoes? I dunno. I just like saying “swag”.
Swag.
just another day at the office
