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Thursday, January 15, 2004
The concierge has a lonely job with a gay title. His day is spent watching people walk by at their New York clip, hustling to and from their jobs, and his only conversations are variations on the weather ("Goddamn it's cold out there, Kevin!" says Biz Guy, "Yeah... s'posed to get colder, too, I hear," replies Kevin, as Biz Guy disappears into an elevator) and are shorter than my attention span in a high school history class. So he tries to contrive ways to stop people and make them chat with him a little bit longer. I can't blame him for trying, but his gambits are so weird.
Like today he waits 'til I'm almost in the elevator to ask: "UD, you like Alice in Chains?" "Well, I did in high school," I say. "Like 12 years ago. I wore out their tape. Long time ago." "The lead singer, he died of an overdose? Heroin?" Asking, as if doesn't know the answer. "Yup." I'm in the elevator now, holding my lunchbag in the line of the electric eye that keeps the doors from slamming on the frail Japanese girls who attend the "language school" (prostituion ring) on the eighth floor. "A lot of his songs were about heroin, Kev. No one was surprised." I'm motioning as if to let the doors close. "Him and Kurt Cobain, they were friends, right?" he says. "Both from Seattle. Probably knew each other. Maybe friends," I say, as the doors mercifully slam on my short sentences. I can't do it, folks. Every one of his questions leads either to me delivering a left-wing jeremiad or to me being utterly confused. Which is the state in which I left Lynda Lopez Wednesday night at trivia. The CBS New York "features reporter" who covers "fashion, trends, and celebrity stories" certainly knew where to look for her hat trick interviewee. I was fashionably dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of pants, I had trendy unwashed hair, and I am an unbridled celebrity, galloping all across the stage of superfantasticstardom at the back of a Williamsburg bar, reading trivia questions to the Brooklyn's largest collection of nerds in one place since an MIT bus broke down on the BQE. Lynda (she's my dear friend now, you see) smiling brilliantly at the back of the room during the entire quiz, even though the camera wasn't on her. Which means she was actually having a good time, or she is very professional. Or she was flirting with me. I thought I should probably flirt with her, because as everybody kept on telling me, she is "J.Lo's sister." There's some vague directive in the back of my head about schmoozing with famous people in the music biz in order to... um, I don't know what, but I'm not sure siblings count. "Hi, Jenny? It's Lynda. Listen, this guy who hosts a trivia night in a bar in brooklyn gave me a CD-R of some songs he wrote, and I think you should listen to it!" Hah. If you live in New York, I think the piece will be broadcast on channel 2 sometime from 5-6pm today. I will warn you: they filmed my bad side, and my bottled water was lukewarm. 0 comments |
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