Land Shark.

Hi. Go read someone else's blog for a while because it seems I have not posted in over a month. Michelle Lapid's Blog has pictures from a job I did in Atlanta (and betrays the secret identity of one of my clients) over two months ago. See if you can find me. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Didn't I tell you I was in Atlanta? I really need to get back on this thing. Sheesh.

An aside; Tunnel of Love is making a return engagement to NYC this Saturday at 7pm. The place? Market Hotel. I've been at Cake Shop a lot lately and it will be good to go somewhere else.

They Covered Can't Hardly Wait. The Suicide Lyrics Version.

So yeah, The Mighty Handful. Great name. They are actually a sextet, and I like to think it's all part of the joke. I know them through Dan and more specifically Dan's kid, who's the drummer. My deep thoughts about this event are still gestating. in the meantime, I will offer you the rich, reduced broth of the experience.

"We're gonna play a song... ...the last time we played it someone's -- and I won't say whose -- someone's parents got upset."

(From the back of the house) "Were they yours?"

"No, they weren't mine. This song is called 'Uptown Drunks'."

(cheers)

The song is on their Facebook and Myspace pages. It has a medium tempo and a singable chorus. It's about teenagers "experimenting with each other," if you know what I mean. Just sing about sex. Of course. Cut to the chase. If you're going to make parents upset go right for the jugular. If you're trying to woo Sally from homeroom go straight for her skirt.