so good-bye dear, and amen/here's hoping we meet now & then/it was great fun/but it was just one of those things
Nellie McYaay! Saw her last night at the lovely National Hotel in Miami Beach. Let's face it, kids- I have a crush. nothing to worry about, a little opposite-sex crush never hurt anyone, really. She's so fucking adorable. I love her self deprecating sense of humor and humility- she's so endearing! She played so many great songs- "The Dog Song" and "David" and "Sari" and "Change the World" and Cole Porter's "Just One of Those Things". OH, how could I forget "Baby Watch Your Back" (or as the ginormous-breasted-drunken-strawberry pattern wearing-amazon woman sang "Baby Wash Your Ass!". I think SHE was a "class act"). Nellie told a great story about Yoko Ono, sang a song she wrote for a movie with Jennifer Aniston & Mark Ruffalo (which didn't end up in the movie, she said, despite the fact that it was fucking beautiful), and she even channeled Bob Dylan for a duet from beyond the grav- what? oh yeah, nevermind that last bit. (Wondering what Lily just did when she read that.) Anyway, it was a great place for her to play- in this nice little lounge with candles and possibly urine-soaked peanuts on the table. I don't know if I can imagine seeing her play any other venue after that intimate setting. I'm glad I went. It was also good to hang out with Edwin and meet his sweet & funny Celso. Not to mention Gabby, who almost fell to her death several times en route to the National Hotel. And Lily who I won't be seeing now for 2 and a half months (except, apparently, in dreams where I walk in on her having sex with unknown persons. Was it Nellie McKay? Should I be jealous??). So thanks for inviting me, guys.
"PLAY SARI!!"


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You are so welcome, my dear. And I am sooo with you on that crush. She's just a little below Tracy Chapman for me, but only slightly. As for Dylan, don't worry, he WILL get his revenge from the grave. And yeah, that was me and Bradley Whitford that you walked in on, so yeah, stay awhile.
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