Sunday, May 16, 2010

Love It To Life

First: Happy birthday a day late, Karl! Your blog rules.

Soooo...I have had the most writerly and rock and roll weekend without actually doing any writing or any rocking.

Friday, which is supposed to be my writing day, found me happily long lunching it with Storm instead. She has been in and out of town for various reasons which I will not divulge publicly, and I am so happy to have her around. Storm is, on top of all her other projects, writing a book, and is already signed to a book deal and under a deadline. It is most helpful to me to have someone I am so close to further along in the process than I currently am, and we talked about words and phrases and our history and although it wasn't maybe truly productive on my end, it actually 
was, if you know what I mean.

Drew is in Germany at the moment playing drums for Walter Shreifels, so the pets and I are home alone and I had planned on turning Saturday (yesterday) into a writing day. But I just wasn't feeling it. I will admit here that I spent the entire afternoon watching movies (Tsotsi - so sad but great) and playing Borderlands on the Xbox, with curlers in my hair. I am currently a level 24 Siren with a Firefly class mod, if anyone wants to know. I felt guilty but the idea of writing about my crap just did not appeal.

Then last night I met up with my gorgeous friend Zoe for dinner at the Stanton Social Club. Zoe is a wonderful writer with a fascinating history, and is also working on a book (check her 
HERE). I love her stories and sense of humor and we have been trying to get together for months. We have led different lives but we are both rock chicks close to the same age, so we have lots to talk about. Zoe was very helpful with her thoughts on book proposals and agents, which was something I needed to hear, and we ate a truckload of delicious food (including 3 desserts sent out by her friend the chef) and dished about anyone and everyone. It was fabulous, albeit fattening.

Afterward we moved on to Bowery Ballroom to see my ex and our good friend Jesse Malin play with his new band the St. Marks Social Club. The band was great, it's a bit edgier and more rock based than he's been in the past, and we truly enjoyed the show. But of course we stood in the back, away from the fray, and continued to drink and gossip mercilessly the whole time. When we met up with Jesse sometime later he said he saw us standing in the very back yapping. The man always catches my bad behavior. I do pay attention, but I am notorious for watching shows from the back bar.

And then after that we wobbled to Manitoba's for the after party. Zoe is married to Handsome Dick Manitoba and he was working his ass off because the place was jammed. We ran into Mickey Leigh, who is not at all pleased with me because of my
previous blog in which I questioned some of the intentions pointed in Joey Ramone's historical direction. I thought I was diplomatic enough but Mickey was not having it, though he did hear me out and I stated some things drunkenly which I will now try to clarify in the light of day.

Joey was my friend and I loved him very much. Without Joey I may not have gotten as far as I did in the music business (for whatever that's worth) and he was a lovely soul. Although we were not super close on a day to day basis I considered him a good friend and hold his memory dear. I knew him to be a private person and I do question whether what has unfolded since his death would have been his first choice of outcome.

That being said, it was never my intention to hurt anyone with my most decidedly outside assessments, and I fully acknowledge that Mickey is Joey's brother and has the absolute right to his opinions and to write about their history together, and he certainly knows more than I do about the inner workings of the man. And. I have not read the book and I have prefaced anything I've said with that caveat. I may read it at some point; I don't know if I'm ready to go there just yet. But I am honestly sorry for any damage my opinions may have caused, and I gave Mickey a hug and told him that just because I don't necessarily agree with everything I've heard, it does not mean that I would ever wish him harm or ill will and I am truly sorry to be a source of upset. I respect his position as Joey's brother and a member of the rock and roll "community", and it is my firm belief that you can disagree with people and still be friends.

So Mickey, here it is for the record: I apologize for upsetting you with that past blog, and of course am incredibly flattered that anyone pays any attention whatsoever to what I have to say, so with that in mind I promise I will keep my public mouth shut on the subject from here on out.

Lastly, I know this is going to make me out to be more of a wackjob than ever, but since I gave up any pretense towards sanity long ago, here it is: I have had a couple of conversations with Joey since his death and he seems to have a good sense of humor about everything. He is just as generous with his time as ever and will show up to talk whenever I ask it of him, even though I'm sure he has better things to do on the other side. So whatever emotional opinions people may have towards his legacy, don't worry about Joey, he's doing great.

It's a rock and roll life and I'm grateful for every single, stupid second of it. 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

For reasons I am sure you understand I will be posting "anonymous". Please don't underestimate your self. Mickey is and always will be a bitter tortured soul. I have spent enough time with the two brothers and have heard nothing but bitching and moaning about how "evil Joey is\was" and Mickey spared no one when it came to spewing the poison about Joey. As a person on the scene for many years you know how much drama Mickey has caused with everyone including Jesse,Trigger, and practically anyone he has ever had contact with. Believe me the guy has nothing nice to say about anyone including you or I. I know you don't want drama so I respect you taking the "PCP Highway" on this but I know you see and feel the negative energy this guy posses. I feel really bad for Joey because even his own brother wanted and treated him like a celebrity and a means to an end; and could not get passed the " Joey Ramone" Aura.

Mary on this being the anniversary of Joey's Birthday "hey kids you gotta burn the bridge".

Ps. Mickey is just an Asshole. Call it what it is.

Zoe Hansen said...

I remember the night well, I think that was when our pod was born- as in two peas- we certainly didn't come up for air, as far as talking none stop through dinner,& though Jesses show, & then drunkenly at Manitobas.. much fun was had, & we continue to every single time we both get together to scream, laugh, eat & drink & torture the 'nice' people around us!