A weekend off a weekend at home. It wasn't terrible or anything, but I wasn’t able to do what it was that I wanted to do. No dancing, no Poetry, just home. I did roll up my sleeves and clean a bit which was pretty cool and made me feel productive. It was all fun. The amazing feeling of doing nothing, of sleeping till my body was ready to get up. Yeah Mondays suck and all but damn Today I feel totally energized. Nevermind the fact that I had to hike to the subway. I tried to buy a dollar pack of fake duracell batteries with a ten, and the old man yelled at me for not having a single. I told him that I guess he didn't really want the money. That was funny.
I am ready for the day today, I am ready for the week. I am ready for the year. Completely ready now with the prize in my eye.

Work seems better today, I don't hate anybody yet and I am not sick of being at a place I've only been for half an hour. I must always remember the feeling of working seven days a week and I will be able to appreciate the luxury of having two days off and starting Monday with a new fresh start. Word!

Friday night was pretty cool. Marisol and I had a great dinner at PJ Clarkes, I mean finger licking good, and then we went down to the LES. Walked blindfolded to the corner of Stanton and Ludlow to find a little bar/lounge with a great performance space in the back. Pianos. We went to see Jane LeCroy and I was amazed to see two dope ass bands before her. Each band had about an hour set. The first were straight from Bogota Colombia and had an interesting band, that consistent of an apple i book, some keyboard console with a lot of buttons, the thing that Ray uses when he passes his hands over it and it makes a sound. Things like that. Very electronic, techno type with some drums. The sounds were pretty cool. The next band was a three member rock band named JOSS. They were dope. A kinda soundgarden groove. Not totally though. The lead singer and guitarist was great. The bass dude, was on the money and the drummer was funny and great. He beat them like they owed him lottery winnings. He beat them like he was a white cope in LA pulling over a black man on DWI while a tourist recorded him. Like that. I bought their album, that’s how much I liked them.
Next of course was Transmitting, Jane LeCroy, Tom Abbs, and a new cat. A drummer. A dope ass drummer. I never thought that Jane's performance would be enhanced by a million percent by a drummer. Wow he was grooving perfectly to Jane and Tom's vibe. WOW a lot of difference from the first time I saw her perform all those years ago. I was amazed. She must've also been working on her vocals because she has never sound as heavenly as she did on Friday night. It was cold, bitter, and magical. I couldn't be happier. A bonus was that a few people from the building went and I got to mingle with them a bit mixed with some of Jane's Friends that I already knew. Marisol thanked me for taking her and said that she was amazed by Jane and the band. Who wouldn't be. Now I hear that they have an ad on the paper for a Guitarist. I can't wait to see that. Or hear it. Or both. I can't wait for them to record that album.