THINGS OF WHICH WE STRONGLY APPROVE THESE DAYS
The Time-Warner building in New York City, although we hear some people hate it. The Hudson Hotel, where we stayed recently with the Killer and which, a visiting friend of ours pointed out, is too cool to even have a sign outside. Patricia Barber. Our own tuna tartare. Peruvian Boogaloo. The paint color of our main floor; Willow Wood. It’s a vivid yellowy green. Our cosmopolitain, which we believe is better than those we drank in chi-chi bars in New York. Chicago. Our new look, “graphic trash rock”, which involves lots of black clothes with grungy graphics and very dark jeans. The Complete On The Corner Sessions by Miles Davis. Handmade pasta. Philip Glass, more than ever. The Local Bar, a new wine bar with terrific food and a lovely visual appeal that opened in the lobby of the new Great Canadian Theatre in our neighbourhood, Hintonburg. The movie poster, album cover and idea of Control, the Ian Curtis/Joy Division film. Although, it must be said, we have not yet seen it. The smokey margarita that we stole from John Grey’s place in Playa Del Carmen. Hell, John Grey’s Place in Playa Del Carmen, on the Boulevard Del Corazon.
THINGS UPON WHICH, ON THE OTHER HAND, WE HAVE TURNED OUR BACK
Jonathan Lethem. Michael Chabon. Williamsburg. Beckta restaurant and wine bar. Blade Runner, a little bit, although it chokes us up to say so. The Replacements, who seemed to us so important during the strange, stunted second adolescence that we went though in our 20s, when we were devoted to them, REM and Husker Du. We do, however, intend to read that new book about them.
