From: ZOGOTT@ACFcluster.NYU.EDU


I've been on vacation for a week, and without access to the 'net (which
is at my job).  Sorry I missed the arrangements to hook up with other
New Yorkers before SummerStage.

I thought the show was awesome.  I thought the venue was terrific.  I
thought everything really cooked.  I heard everything I wanted to hear.
*And* -- extra added bonus -- I saw Nick Lowe!  He was standing backstage,
which is more like off-sides at SummerStage.  I was hoping, of course,
that he'd sit in, but no.  Still, I felt rather graced by the presence of
the Jesus of Cool himself.  (And what lovely white hair he has!)

The weather was perfect, the crowd was nice (despite someone's recent post
-- David from Cornell? -- about "typical obnoxious New Yorkers" or such) ...
I was in such a good mood I didn't even feel terribly raped by the $23 pride
tag (should be "price" tag) for a BY tour shirt.  (The PTC tour shirt I wore
*is* getting a mite tight.)

Someone told me a story about meeting Nick Lowe at a club maybe 10-15 years
ago, in New York.  (The club no longer exists -- might have been "Shout").
He said that Lowe was really drunk, the club was really loud, Lowe's accent
was really heavy...the upshot of the whole thing was that Lowe bellowed in
in friend's ear for a couple of hours, & my friend didn't understand a 
single word.

Crash Test Dummies?  to me, they sounded like generic "alternative" music.
Not bad, not at all exciting.

Nice to be back (having come into my office the day before I start work
again, to dig through the 178 pieces of e-mail that awaited me).  Good
vacation.  Saw ELvis, stopped smoking, ditched a boyfriend I deserve better
than.

--Jennifer

I might make it California's fault...