Crappy ass crapola
Ibrahim Ferrer, the inimitable voice of the Buena Vista Social Club, passed away on Saturday at the age of 78. Several of the Social Club's greats are gone now...to be expected, certainly, based on the advanced ages these guys had reached by the time they hit it big in the U.S. Big losses, nonetheless. "Dos Gardenias" may be the most gorgeous recording in son history. Ibrahim will be missed.
So will Peter Jennings. That was kinda unexpected, huh?
In other crappy news...there was a gay bashing in Chelsea on Saturday. And a black man was a victim of a hate crime right here in Brooklyn on Sunday. Further evidence to support my argument that 90% of the population should be sterilized at birth. I can only hope that some stupid bastard attempts to put the hurt on me & my posse of queers on 8th Avenue. Be the last thing he does, I ga-ron-tee.
But hey, Shari Kurzrok got a liver. That's something. Makes me feel a tad less guilty about having a nice little weekend during which I clearly didn't watch the news at all. Oy.
Maybe I'm just tired because I have to be at my new job at 7:30 in the G.D. morning. Or maybe I'm bummed that Queer as Folk is over and Nate Fisher is deader than dogpoop. Might be PMS, even. But all I want to do is sit around with a pissy look on my face, eating grossly fattening food and not returning phone calls. Grrrr.