Monday November 20 2006
Still felt like crap, but I took a shower and went to take the bass amp back to corner, then went to Blockbuster and I got “Hard Candy” and “Edmond” the newest David Mamet movie. Nobody goes to Blockbuster anymore. Everybody does Netflix. Then I called an order in to Chinatown and picked that up and went home and slept and watched movies all day. I was supposed to do this Venus Hum/ Bees collaboration, but my vocals would have been laughable. Took Posh over to Hopkins to play and the clouds came over and it was cold! Had a cup of tea and a german cookie and went home. Then John Deaderick called and told me Michael Richards flipped out. Melissa Mathes came by and we watched David Letterman and it was some strange television. It had that feeling of serious permanance that most TV doesn’t have. David was funny, after Michael apologized, David Letterman said “Well, we might as well go home”. But Jerry Seinfeld seems like a good guy. I felt that the apology was genuine, and, you know, being a comedian is an edgy thing to do, you are always (I would think) walking that line between acceptable and unacceptable and sometimes taboo language is funny and sometimes it isn’t, and I think he just went into emergency mode because he felt the audience slipping out of his control and wanted to reel them back in with something shocking, and he just miscalculated and it was too late. Wow. Talk about self-destruction on stage. Man. Melissa and I went to YouTube and watched it and it was just sad. Oh well. Everybody deserves a chance to apologize and make ammends.