Clearly today is scrounge-through-the-fridge-for-food day, but Maud and I are lucky because our scroungey lunch was a none-too-shabby steamed corn with salt and pepper and butter, and some raisin-walnut toasts with stinky Morbier, and salads of carrots and apples and greens drizzled with olive oil and lemon juice. Our scroungey dinner was an unusual combo of bocconcini, whole wheat toast with Nutella (me), whole wheat toast with peanut butter (Maud), milk (me), orange juice (Maud), and bumblebee banana cake. Oo-er. There is pretty much officially no more food in the house. Thing is, we were having a scroungey dinner because Two Boots was closed to us because we came home too late from THE STROKES AT CENTRAL PARK SUMMERSTAGE!!!
Oh, yes, rockstars, the Strokes are back in town. And holy crap, it’s Sean Lennon opening, with a girl in a pink dress as keyboardist and some guy who looks like an off-duty Xerox salesman on drums. And then this dude Adam Green with seventies hair and a funny hip wiggle and songs about bunnies and a girl who dated an Indian chief. Maud just said, also his Barnes and Noble credit card and prostitute fingers.
The boys are soundin great, Drew Barrymore’s boyfriend Stroke is lookin fine in his new hairdo, Nick the Guitar Stroke is rockin it as usual, Julian the Lead Stroke said “Fuck” a lot, an A-plus show all around. Except for the jackass kids who shove their way through the crowd and then stand in front of you. It’s not okay to shove, jackass kids, even if you’re all dressed to the nines in your Urban Outfitters eighties gear.
Um. Maud, contributing blogger, wants me to add that “Nikolai the Bass Stroke had a tennis band on his head, and big sunglasses like the guys in CHiPs” and “was really weird and didn’t move.”
Man oh man, an outdoor Strokes show is so the way to go after the rain’s cleared. And when you’re little and being jostled in the crowd, and the music’s all around you, it’s a good feeling to turn your face up to the stars to feel the cool breeze on your nose, and to smell the grilled hamburger air. Happy summer, people.
Oh, yes, rockstars, the Strokes are back in town. And holy crap, it’s Sean Lennon opening, with a girl in a pink dress as keyboardist and some guy who looks like an off-duty Xerox salesman on drums. And then this dude Adam Green with seventies hair and a funny hip wiggle and songs about bunnies and a girl who dated an Indian chief. Maud just said, also his Barnes and Noble credit card and prostitute fingers.
The boys are soundin great, Drew Barrymore’s boyfriend Stroke is lookin fine in his new hairdo, Nick the Guitar Stroke is rockin it as usual, Julian the Lead Stroke said “Fuck” a lot, an A-plus show all around. Except for the jackass kids who shove their way through the crowd and then stand in front of you. It’s not okay to shove, jackass kids, even if you’re all dressed to the nines in your Urban Outfitters eighties gear.
Um. Maud, contributing blogger, wants me to add that “Nikolai the Bass Stroke had a tennis band on his head, and big sunglasses like the guys in CHiPs” and “was really weird and didn’t move.”
Man oh man, an outdoor Strokes show is so the way to go after the rain’s cleared. And when you’re little and being jostled in the crowd, and the music’s all around you, it’s a good feeling to turn your face up to the stars to feel the cool breeze on your nose, and to smell the grilled hamburger air. Happy summer, people.
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