It Was a Good Day (Part 2)

So after I got the blown inner-tube on my bike replaced I headed over to the Akashic Books office to pick up some books to hit the vendors at Fulton Mall with. When I showed up there's a bit of a meeting was going on. But in less than five minutes my D publisher and business partner Johnny Temple was telling me that D's GOT is officially in the black! This makes The Armory, my press, a success! Sure I won't be copping a brownstone anytime soon but my own elbow grease has helped me to sell more copies of something I wrote than the largest publisher in the world could. Whatchu think about that?

Furthermore, Cake got a dope review from L Magazine. You can check it out here!

http://thelmagazine.com/6/19/bookpage/feature1.cfm?ctype=2

In moments where I was seriously worried about some things career-wise, these items were really good news. Season Two of Burn Notice started off with a bang (I think USA might have me with a couple of their shows now). I was impressed. Then I got a text from my homegirl Am, who I hadn't seen in years (though we've stayed in relative touch) and is soon off to grad school at Harvard. So as part of her nearly month-long last hurrah, I found myself in the West Village at Cafe Wha? and The Village Underground.

As I've blogged many times before, there are more worlds in this town than one can count. The Village on a Thursday night is a vivid combination of all kinds of folks, and the named spots are a sort of melting pot of a variety of middle of the road folks who come to check out these cover bands. I saw it all from the white girls in short skirts with bad implants dancing on stage for free drinks, to seeing where Full Force protege (The one after Lisa Lisa) Cheryl "Pepsi" Riley has been since her stageplay era and back-up work with Lauryn Hill. I took camera phone pictures that almost brought me to tears about the fact that my Nikon is long gone and I'd left my point and shoot at the crib.

But as Am and her homegirl put the drinks away, revisiting a world where they were once fixtures, I found myself amused by the fact that after all my time here I still manage to get surprised. I sang along to two different covers of Lionel Richie's "All Night Long" and found myself thinking about the video that came out when I was a boy, a video that I, now as critic would tear apart like rats do cheese. But it was a good. I even had the breakfast with no hog ;) Out.