Went to some art openings with my girlfriend, thinking that there might be a chance to take some interesting pictures or see some interesting art, but it was godawful Chinatown, thank god there were some cool people to talk to amidst the jaded art idiots. There was one good abstract painting show and that was it. But there was live jazz at the Grand Star and we hung out with some cool folk who scratch their heads at this whole art thing. John Dentino told a cool story about getting kicked out of Madam Wongs in Chinatown when the B-52′s were playing there. We’re talking 1978 or so. It was a funny story. Harley Miles told me because of the bus strike he hadn’t been to any openings in a long time, but the buses are running and there he was snapping pictures.
At the Grand Star, I saw Tom “T.K.” Nagano and George Joachim, these are downtown denizens of three decades, just the old time fixtures, out having a good time. George told me Jorge Pardo’s hipster bar Mountain didn’t have any sweetener for their coffee. The fat pig Pardo obviously mainlined the sucre himself. Probably has a pound of sugar granules left over in his lazyman’s scraggly beard.
Instead of finishing the page layout today i wrote up an essay about Adam Gopnik and Bernard Henri-Levy giving a chickenshit talk at the L.A. County museum a few weeks back. I have to edit the essay tomorrow and finish the page layout then. Monday morning is the deadline for the printers.