The new blogger is being a pain in my virtual ass and not letting me post pictures in the normal manner.I spend entirely too much time reading music blogs during the day. I don't even really enjoy it, I just read them to see what everyone else is writing. Good news about the old music blog though, we have been getting record breaking hits. 6600 on Monday alone. What is driving me a bit crazy though is that we still have a hard time bargaining our way onto a list. I don't think people realise. Which is cool, probably better, fly under the radar a bit.Last night, I met Brook and crew out at Off the Wagon in the West Village for an impromptu celebration after Brook officially signed some papers with MTV to allow his movie to be shown on the channel. The man is already the biggest player I know. After appearing on TRL, I can't imagine what this is going to do. We'll never see him again, he'll be holed up in his apartment shagging fans. Oh yes, we'll be invited for the occasional drink out but just so that we can play his wing man. I kid. Sort of. I already feel like when I go out with him and the rest of his friends, like I am part of his harem. Whatever, at least he seems to have the same taste in women (friends!) that I do.
Everyone has been very pre-occupied with Brook being on television, but there are other people in the film too. Most noteably friends Akshay and Jason. I wonder if they are nervous at all. I know I wouldn't be. I was born for the stage!Brook told me the most heartbreaking story last night that my brain is still having trouble comprehending it. He said that when he was little (I believe he would have been 6), he absolutely loved the song 'Purple Rain' by Prince. His parents couldn't afford to buy him the tape so instead, they stayed up all night listening to the radio, waiting for it to be played so that they could tape it for him. I am getting a bit teary just thinking all the love his parents had that they would stay up all night just to record a song for him to listen to. 
We were talking last night about engagement rings. I told the story about how my mom sold hers to buy a washer and dryer in the early years of my parents marriage. I have always thought that a really romantic story, how my mom sacrificed her ring for her new family. Brook seemed to think otherwise (why is this entire entry about Brook?). He thought that my mom could have gone to the laundry mat or washed clothes in the sink instead of giving up my dad's symbol of love. I argued but just realised now what I should have said. I should have said that my mom was sick and couldn't go to the laundry mat or stand over a sink and wash dishes. I always think of the right thing to say at the wrong time.I might go skiing again this weekend. Sorry Plug Awards/Surer Juror/Laura. A cozy cabin away from it all sounds like a little bit of heaven right about now.And tonight is another round of trivia at Rocky Sullivans. I am leaving early to have dinner with Erin.Labels: a map for saturday, akshay, brook, erin, jason m, nyc, rocky sullivans, the music slut
