Fake Tales of San Francisco

Fake Tales of San Francisco by The Arctic Monkeys
"Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom

There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there

And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
she's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band weren’t very good
And I'm not having a nice time”

Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
I'm sure that's pretty far

I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook"

A co worker of mine, who knows like every one in the British music biz, brought in the new Arctic Monkeys record, kind of the first hot shit thing of 2006. There is this song “Fake Tales of San Francisco” so of course I couldn’t help but think of this past weekend in San Francisco, and if the stories I can tell (let alone remember) are real or fake. So here’s my take, on my fake tales of San Francisco.

I landed, had a burrito and met up with the peeps at Casanova. Hit the sack and went to work the next morning. After work, I made it home for a rest and some cheap sushi. Then some tequila with Emily while Birdie spun “bootie jams.” And a party, like a cover thing, and “Sparksicles.” (Another Arctic Monkeys song reference here) “I bet you look good on the Dance Floor” – and Ms. Alia, you did.

A late night something or other and passing out to Stars. Waking up to dog bites and brunch with MA and Melly Sue @ Blue Jay Café. I saw Cousin Larry from back in the day on my way out. A party preview, a trip to the old place, and then to Hayes Valley for a haircut. Still in the same clothes and stench from the night before.

Prom with Hari turning her dirty 30. Pretty girls in pretty prom dresses. Just saw some pictures, and half that night is a blur. I do remember the fireman in a thong though.

Waking up and feeling it on Sunday before heading over to Tom and Jen’s – what a lovely brunch. And the trip highlight – the new De Young – one of the most spectacular buildings I’ve ever seen. I saw a Marc Rothko and a Marc Hawthorne there.

Shane’s yummy Indian chicken and passing out in front of the TV for a 5 am cab ride. When all was said and done I was safe at home at 8 pm on Monday night. Was a great trip back, just too too much going on.

Still not sold on this Arctic Monkeys record. Seems like a decent record by an anything band. I may change my tune (I have the tendency to do that), but really not feeling it.

I love 3 day weekends.

Friday
Dance Party USA with Alia in town.


Saturday
Susie and I saw the most amazing Sufjan show ever. Most amazing show ever, for that matter.

Covered here in the NY Times.

Sunday
Shopping in the Bronx with Susie.


Monday
A holiday. Strangers With Candy marathon and a pot roast dinner for 6.

Testing Google video code

This is just a test:

I'm coming to San Francisco to eat a buritto

And I am going to use this as my guide.

I land next Thur the 19th night at 8:45. Pass the word around to the homies to meet up at Cassanova for some cocktails after a yummy burrito at Poncho Villa. Maybe then roll up the hill to Lone Palm or The Attic.
I have to go to work on Friday. A burritto for lunch. Then get a haircut. Then hit a happy hour with a buritto. Maybe Lucky 13? Then a rest and a dress up for Blow Up at Rickshaw.
Sat - morn brunch with some peeps. Then to Michelles to get the last of my shit. Then a buritto. Maybe a happy hour on Tom's deck? Then a rest and a dress up for a privite prom birthday party.
Sunday is funday - more brunch and more burittos and more friends. Then a privite dinner party.

OMG! Pat Robertson has LOST IT!

Pat Robertson is a goddamned crack smoker. Who the fuck does he think he is? And how dare he say he is speaking on behalf of God?

Well, happy new year

Hello blogchildren -

Today is the Rosebowl with the Longhorns, so Hook 'em.

I rang in the new year at a low key party that Faycat told me about. It was kewl. Here is what I looked like:



Also, a little IM fun w/ Faycat and Marry Ann

(FAY)
Josef: did u hear about man who was listening to stars and then freaked out?
Man sets self on fire in courtroom after fine...
faycat: what?
seriously?
Josef: http://today.reuters.com/news/newsarticle.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2006-01-04T180703Z_01_EIC465195_RTRUKOC_0_US-KOREA-BURN.xml&rpc=22
heh
faycat: oh my god
Josef: they took gullible outta the dictionary
faycat: you're a freak

(MA)
josef obey: did you hear about the guy listening to stars?
josef obey: he freaked out
josef obey: Man sets self on fire in courtroom after fine...
josef obey: http://today.reuters.com/news/newsarticle.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2006-01-04T180703Z_01_EIC465195_RTRUKOC_0_US-KOREA-BURN.xml&rpc=22
lolypop's status is now "UT Cheerleader". (1/4/2006 3:15 PM)
lolypop : omg, you are such a noodle

Hope so far is so good in your 2006!