Broken Dreamland
Yesterday was, how should I say in English, sucky. But I’ll spare you those parts in my quest to focus on the positive. Well, so one thing – had a big call on Yahoo that went down the tubes – 14% down – for no good reason other than the usual trigger happy response of young boys who have unreasonable expectations. But on the flip side, a source turned me onto one of the latest absurdist ads – http://www.shaveeverywhere.com/ – reminds me of Burger King’s subservient chicken commercials.
Meanwhile went to see Elvis Costello and Allen Toussaint last night with the Crescent City Horns – can I just say, wow, what a great concert. Elvis was in fine form but when Allen got on the piano, the joint was jumping. I ran into my old pal while standing in line to get in, R, with some of his buddies, and in typical R fashion, I had to hide his flask as he dealt with the ticket fiasco that ensued. Then another R came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder – she’s new to the neighborhood and I first met her at Sip with her dog Betty. Since I had gone through the telelphone book trying to get someone to go with me to the concert, it was good to see R again and add her to the rolodex. In the end, I just gave my ticket to somebody at the door. I need to stop buying in twos.
Now to deal with the Yahoo story.