A New Sound

I've recently been exposed to a larger list of Joan Armatrading music. Up to this point, "Willow" was what I knew. Oh, and "The Weakness in Me." But it's not because of something I did. The former is on the Boys on the Side soundtrack and the latter was covered by out lesbian rocker Melissa Etheridge (every once in a while, I feel as though I need to remind those of you who peruse my page that I tend to throw randomly sarcastic adjectives around...mostly because I think I'm really funny).

So, Joan Armatrading. She is performing on Thursday night down the street at Prospect Park. I think I may go. It's only $3. I think I can manage that. The last few days have been, how should I say this, rather invigorating. A Saturday evening in the rain-laden Brooklyn night filled my body with the anxious excitement and nervous anticipation that configures one's insides into Boy Scout-like knots. Eating becomes a chore and the state of sleep is difficult to achieve. And you know what? The rain didn't even bother me.... And then there are the Spurs. Jesus Christ.

Now, these are the kinds of knots I'm not cool with. Down by five. Up by eight. And then down again by three. Can't make a free throw. Can't complete a pass through a Nets'-infested key (go figure). Can't run a successful offensive sequence. Or can they? I couldn't even watch after the first quarter. I found myself on the phone during most of the second and third. What kind of a fan am I? The kind who will buy the Spurs hat she found on Fog Dog Sports even though she really shouldn't have. But I was able to come around just as they began their comeback. I stood up for the final five minutes, relaxing only when Manu scored his geometrically challenged shot from the corner. I dread Wednesday.I started back into academics today. I spent a couple of hours at Housing Works (used bookstore/cafe/proceeds go to homeless women and children with AIDS) reading Freud's "Three Essays on Sexuality." I'll get more into it tomorrow and may summarize my thoughts here. Maybe. I also went into a futon shop and had a nice conversation with one of the employees who couldn't give me any information about anything because today was his first with the gig.

He's from Bangledesh and has been here for about a year. Just like me. We managed to establish that early on in our discussion. He likes NYC okay but he misses home. Understandable. We discussed the heat (which, I think, will kill me because all I did was walk a little bit [maybe 10 blocks] and there was definitely sufficient perspiration. Now, if I was playing basketball, it'd be a different story. I'd welcome the release of the toxins in my body. But not like this.

Anyway, my new friend pays only $250 in rent per month, but he shares a one bedroom with two other guys. Not cool. I'm about to go out on my roof now. It's really quiet here at night and so peaceful. You can almost hear the night move. So, on that note, later.