your voiceover is no whisper in my ear

saw Fade To Black last night at the 42nd street theater - crazy rain, cold so that a woman in the bathroom said "I'm from Florida - I can't STTTTANNDDD this" which prompts question, did Jeb take away at the cinemas in the sunshine state? If no, then why trample OUR city just to spend extra to see a movie on a small screen? Oh, so you can go to the TGI Friday's afterwards and drunkenly dance with an 'urban looking gentleman who rapped into my camcorder,' as per my night. Yes, TGI Friday's. As movie going companion Tyler said, "coming to times square is like touring through the midwest's idea of new york'

the movie. MOVIE! Jay-Z as benign egomaniac slouched in chairs, bobbled headed drop jawwed to kayne's beats, arguing with pharell who tries hard to please, (everybody's trying to get their "the world is yours" in before it's too late - biggie, tupac...nas, no?) backstage foxy brown's bustier is coming loose, ?uestlove is patently nonchalant, Ghostface, crazy...then taking the stage for what had to be one of the most adoring audiences ever - sing a long breaking out in almost ever song can go for whole verses, in rythmn, ladies and gents dancing in their seats, with each other, looking madly or happily to the stage, or (significantly) at each other...R. Kelly looks tired, all dressed in white, Jay-Z's pinstripes and polka dots almost as ackward as his dancing. "How many studios you know have a wild buffalo in 'em?' while recording "99 Problems" at Rubin's pad, with Perry Farrell looking on, blankly, scared rabbit that he is. And, of course, Beyonce, who I won't bother to compare to Tina since everyone does but man, she doesn't really seem human. Jay-Z with her, Missy, Foxy, and less so with Mary J. seems distant - his telescope of face shocked, amused, scared even - to his business/in the zone face when rolly polly Freeway et all get up for the boy trax. And yes, the self-help brainwash of Jay-Z's voiceover, broken voiced perhaps to seem sincere - another gesture, another layer revealed to an intimacy hungry audience - rehashing his rags to...story, so familiar, its more about the form than the content..Yes, Jay-Z has done it again - gotten my money to entertain me with another well told version of the same story.

IN OTHER NEWS...i got a haircut, almost certainly related to my quotation of the Pavement lyric from several blogs ago. Dammit! I wouldn't date someone, or go to therapy with someone who doesn't get my cultural references, so why should have my hair cut by someone who doesn't...especially...A ROCKABILLY CHICK! I mean, anyone who's primary visual cues are taken from post-war gas station pin-ups should have been a little suspect to me, and when i said 'the perfect blend of shagged out gallagher headed towards Cat Power doe-eyed 70s folk singer" she had no clue. and you, dear reader, know just what I'm talking about. Why don't YOU have some scissors and a mission? Now I look like Gidget the midwestern mall vamp, all ratty 'motion' looking like the hair equivalent to office space's 'flare.' help!