It’s been a long time since I rapped at ya—hope everything’s still attached where it oughta be.
Item! Go Obama! New Hampshire’s primary is tomorrow, and I hope against hope that Obama edges out Hillary—polls are showing them to be in a dead heat. It’s not that I have anything (or much) against Hil, but after seeing Barack’s speech following his win at the Iowa caucuses, I really feel that he is the man of the moment.
Item! Phosphorescent is a band on the GROW! I and a friend saw them open for White Magic in December. Even though I had never heard or heard of them until that night, they totally blew me away: They were like Wilco playing Spirtualized songs, just beautiful, chest-swelling, fractured, hopeful rock ‘n’ roll. They are playing Wednesday, February 27th at Union Hall in Brooklyn, and Friday, February 29th at Mercury Lounge in Manhattan; I have tix to the latter, and I highly recommend that others join me.
Item! I don’t know why it’s taken me so long, but I finally went—by myself, on a whim—to Fette Sau, the barbecue joint in Williamsburg, last night. The place opened last March, almost a year ago, but I stayed away until now. I think it had something to do with the place’s very un-barbecue name, which means “fat pig” in German. Generally speaking, you do not want to visit a ‘cue joint that’s highfalutin enough to use another language in its name.
But the name is the only false note: The ambience, the music (Otis Redding and the like), the smell and, most importantly, the food and sauce, were spot-on. Yestereve I had the pulled pork and the burnt-end barbecue beans, with healthy chunks of both beef and pork involved in the latter. And man, I was in heaven. I brought a book I didn’t even look at. The meat and the beans were spicy and smoky, done just right. The sauces, made in-house, were strong and had a real kick. There weren’t any ridiculous fine-dining flourishes: just metal cafeteria trays covered with wax paper, whitebread rolls, wetnaps, and Mason jars. I tried to order a Diet Coke and they don’t have it; they only have regular Coke. Now that’s a barbecue joint I can respect, pretentious name or no. I highly recommend the place to barbecue-lovers and Southerners in the City.
Item! I watched Cool Hand Luke for the I dunno how many-ith time the other morning. Man, that is just such a great movie, one of my favorites. “Yeah, well, sometimes nothin’ can be a real cool hand. ” Anyone who hasn’t yet had the privilege of seeing Paul Newman in what I think is his best role should run not walk to the DVD store or the Netflix queue post-haste.
That is all for now. I hope not to be gone so long, blog post-wise, in the future, though I am headed to Seattle on Friday for work. I can’t wait to visit one of these “Star Bucks” I’ve been hearing about.