Just ran downstairs to buy the new Libertines album. fye doesn't have it. Why can't I work over a Virgin Megastore or Tower Records? Why must I be taunted each day by having the most pathetic music retailer on the planet located in the building? Atlantic Records and Rolling Stone are in this building, fer chrissakes. A decent music store doesn't seem like too much to ask. I'm leaving for London tomorrow. How am I supposed to get trashed in some random pub and start drooling and screaming about how brilliant the new Libertines album is if I haven't fucking heard it? Guess I have some walking to do at lunch.
For those of you I haven't already bothered about this, our first night in London will include a trip to Miss-shapes, the older, gayer big sister of our very own MisShapes. While I am slightly concerned that "miss-shapes operates a gay and lesbian majority door policy," I figure we can cry guilt by association at the door. That is, by association with MS NYC, not by association with our gay friends. Although that would be rich: "What do you mean we can't come in? Some of our best freinds are gay!" Also, the special guests are the lovely ladies of Avenue D, which may be a good omen since Debbie D used to be our frequent waitress back in the heady days of the unlimited-drinks brunch at B-Bar. Needless to say, a full report will be delivered next Wednesday. If anyone goes to Misshapes on Saturday, we can trade stories and then giggle until we puke because we're so adorable and transcontinental and just-plain-fucking-fantastic.
**UPDATE: The Libertines' The Libertines is, after one listen, rocking me nicely. It lacks the overall punch of the first album, but it has this defeated, soused ruggedness that really gets under your skin. It's like you can hear the band pulling apart at the seams. Seedy and excellent. As Mayor of the Altered State of Druggachusetts, I declare this album to be... AWESOME!
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