Win On Diagonals

            I don’t blame the cake spinning in the window, or the movie before the show with Sean Connery dressed up as a future green robed caveman sucking on a right boob with the stalactites singing angelically over him.  Mike and I (as El Alto) were supposed to play the Cake Shop in NYC (Ludlow Street) last night at 9:30 or something close to that.  There were only 3 bands on the line up, one of them a so called ‘headliner’ from Portland. Each band was a two man/woman group.  The bartender was a vegan from Baltimore, and friendly to chat with…. (consolation…+drink tix)  Anyway, we end up getting somehow bounced to midnight.  Basically, for anyone as bored or as needful as I am just to get this out of my still slightly perturbed morning after system….the band that was to go on first, but was clearly listed second in all the flyers in the venue itself, just put their shit on stage, and decided that was the way it way, putting Mike and I in a position of having to debate/argue/plead, or something equally as embarrassing, enervating, distasteful as that.  I wanted no truck with that, and i did not feel like arriving home very late to sit around watching these bands play on a quiet music night in NYC. It just rubs one the wrong way to mysteriously go from opening, to playing last on a dead night when one has a day job the next day.  The ‘manager’ of the place was not rude, and the headliner act is traditionally granted the right to play in the middle of local acts, but trying to get to the bottom of why things turned out the way they did, this manager guy just kind was doing his thing, pretending to be in three different world’s simultaneously, only being able to jolt himself from their gravitations to talk to a mere normal guy like me with Herculean effort….  He just kind of said sorry, and asked if we wanted a better slot in September…
Oh well.
Highlight: Mike, Deb and I saw some pretty snappy fireworks on the roof garden of the joint…  They also had a yummy baguette with some brie, which I devoured.
Adding to my woes… (woes?) this morning, waking myself up at about 3am with nightmare.  I’m in a hotel room with two disgusting drug addict fat asses.  They are on the bed eating white powder.  The woman starts offering the man some of her turds…she then tells me she could make me a little one too.  The powder blue of the walls and doors are still clear to me.  The slob eating a bag of coke with what looked like a diaper on eyeing me mischievously.  I run out of this door, and within steps of being in the dream outside world; I start flying with unbelievable, palpitating lift and velocity.  I have never flown so furiously in any dream.  It cost me a decent nights rest.