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Some good choices, guys. Zorn being the best thus far -- The godhead of the avant-garde world. The most important musician that probably just about nobody knows but you, Lung... Good on ya. Worked with him for a few years in my ol' Knitting Factory days. A royal asshole, to be sure, but prodigious with the goods... Man, how that dude was worshipped by all. You weren't allowed to say a bad word about him. One of the most mesmerizing shows I've ever seen in my life was Zorn's Masada quartet (considered by some to be the best working "jazz" outfit of the time) at the Angel Orensanz Foundation (an old gutted Cathedral in lower Manhattan; pictured below). Sun setting through the stained glass behind them performing on the alter. That was a "New York Moment" if ever there was one...

Hey, Lung. Sorry to hear about your boo-boos. I've long been a PBR man. It fits all your criteria, and the front desk girls are really helpful if you need assistance due to your condition. It's also centrally located, so the gimp won't have to walk far... :D The low season rate is 999baht for six nights get the 7th free. You can also ask to have the breakfast taken off for -100baht per night. The low season rate isn't supposed to start until 4/15, but maybe you can sweet talk em, with your injuries and all... Good luck.

Yes, it's true, which is doubly cool, cuz you can then click on the photo and see the original size. It's win-win! But also sad you don't know this, as it means you still don't have your camera back and are still not posting photos!

Shut up, Lefty, you big jerk!

Make up your mind, dude... It's the same girl...

Happy to. If some people can't understand the genius of BJ Snowden, well then, I can't help you. She is transcending, with a purity and lack of guile that make some child actors-turned-wannabe-popstars pale in comparison. I'm moving on...

It's a tough call: Berklee College of Music... VS. "You Can't Do That on Television"... Yeah, I can see what you mean...

Ah, laddies, if only you coulda seen it through the glow of nuclear radiation... *Breathtaking*...

Dude, don't laugh. She's legit. Berklee College of Music. David Byrne? Fan. Jello Biafra? Fan. Fred Schneider? Fan, fan, fan... "B.J SNOWDEN is the 90's Renaissance woman. Composes, plays, arranges and sings the h- - - out of a tune. I played "In Canada" for my friends in Toronto and they were blown away -- this song cements good relations between our two countries forever!" - Fred Schneider, the B-52's

Have you not seen me drink? My clan's paterfamilias is straight reprazentin' Clooncagh, Strokestown, County Roscommon! My family had only heard rumors and second-hand stories of our clan back in Ireland and their general whereabouts. My mom always made some crappy Irish soda bread on St. Paddy's and we donned whatever green garb we had at the time, and that was the extent of my Irishness growing up. But after graduating, while doing the usual European backpacking gig, when I knew I was gonna make it to Ireland, I called my mom back in the States, and she recommended sticking a postcard in the mail with our family name, a short message and, literally, the address above, with not a single number on it. Well, I showed up in the general area, found out about a historical society, went there, and they said all those by that name were generally located all in one village not far away. Hitchhiked my way there, and the kind lady that drove me asked those we passed and I ended up on the doorstep of someone with the same name as me. They took me in as if I was their prodigal son (they actually got the card!), and within the hour I was out in the field bailing hay. That very evening, on the way in to town, the locals would stop by the roadside and wave to me, "Hey, it's The Yank!", already knowing who I was. The proprietor of the local watering hole eventually went home that night and left us to close up, and I found myself freely able to go behind the bar and pour myself all the Guinness -- the nectar of the gods! -- my heart could desire, as we all sat around and told stories. I spent the next week, meeting all the family and townsfolk, drawing family trees connecting us all, learning the local and family history, being regaled with story after story, cleaning my great grandmother's gravestone, etc. My family had been there for generations, all the family houses were clustered together, and what was now the shed of the paterfamilias' home was where my great great grandmother was born. And yes, I sometimes found myself crying myself to sleep at night, overwhelmed by this experience, the kindness and generosity of these people who'd never even met or heard of me before, and this now sudden immensely-deep sense of belonging, of tradition and of a heritage of my own. And two years later I had the honor of bringing my parents back, and introducing my own father to his own family and history. There is so much more to the story, but suffice it to say, that from that time forward, I have bled green . . . Slainte!

It has to do with my hero wanting to go teach chess barefoot in frickin' Cambodia, that's what! :D That, and money.

Dude, she's not even the best from her own country. Everybody knows the best female singer to come out of Canada is B.J. Snowden... Homegirl is reprazentin'!

Sadly, that's the day I leave. If I go at all...

My one and only visit to 131 I was very green, and nervous. Walked in and was rather underwhelmed with the talent (I was still looking to score a bombshell "from the internet" back then). I distinctly remember sitting at the bar (Janny had my ear, telling me she was special for 3000bt), and this creature like I had never seen before walks by. Chocolate skin, frizzy bleached-blond hair, wearing this white crochet sort of scanty number. Too much for me to handle, but I've occasionally wondered who she was and if I really saw what I thought I did, or if it was a mirage. Now I know... Cheers Lin!

Bummer. Maybe I'll just have to move there this year to ensure all hands on deck next go round. I hear Japan's not so desirable a place to live these days... But hey, now I've got an extra week's vacation time to play with!

Singer: Patsy Cline. Musician: PJ Harvey. Sexiest of All Time: Debbie Harry. (Lefty told me to name-drop that I've met the last two :ass: )

Just curious, how did you meet?

Erin Go Bragh, brahs! From an Irish American living in Japan. (I'll see if I can't speak to BB's query later today...)

Loooove Pat! Just met her recently, when she chased me around for two days, but one of the best times I've had in a while. Thanks for the pics, Lin!

[bB quote] Yeah, what he said! I think that Kahuna guy is just sitting on his hands at home at the mo...

I was at the gym yesterday on the elliptical machine and nearly fell off when on the TV screen they cut from footage of the disaster back to the studio, and there are the commentators -- a man and a woman -- in their suits behind the desk... wearing matching hardhats. Only in Japan...

:D I never knew I had so many friends as I do today (except when I was living in Manhattan on September 11, 2001). It's the one thing we've all been able to laugh at here today. I've never been so glad not to be a member of Facebook . . .

Thanks for the concern, brother. Yeah, it hit north of us, but we certainly felt it. I actually felt queasy from it (got a bit upset with myself about that, but it really is an unsettling experience) -- didn't help that I was pretty high up in a building at the time... Sure hope the tsunamis die out before making land elsewhere...

I've all but given up. Never had great success. I think the key may be having an active, confident, even dominant LB in the mix to orchestrate things. I have always preferred trysts to unfold organically, as it were. And it's pretty tough to do that in a 3some. I think you kinda need a leader. It's occasionally been mentioned to newcomers interested in advice for their first 3some that they should first choose someone they want to be with, broach the subject with her and let her have a hand in choosing the third. I think this is may be the winning formula for 3somes in general -- find a leader first, and then let her offer a couple choices for the third partner. That, or there would need to be an obvious special connection between the two already (maybe the case in BB's example). But even that is no guarantee, as I found out in what may end up being my last one ever, a couple years ago. It was still left to me to orchestrate, and that kind of directing just doesn't seem to be in my make up (yet) ... :diablo:

As freaky as Antony can be, it's pretty amazing how much success he's found, especially since he won that British music prize a few years back. The proof is in the pudding, I guess -- that haunting voice of his. I remember his days of playing to a crowd of himself back at the old Knitting Factory in NYC. Good times... Haven't paid attention in a few years, but I don't know that he ever used to be a "transsexual", per se...