2. Drummers are awful. I love drummers, I respect what they can do, but in a small crowd they just plain play too loudly making all of the other instruments need to turn up in a small space. Calm in down Art Blakey.
Dunno, dude, he lived to be 70, his partying was legendary, and he was doing great up until very near the end. It could be argued that he's quite the opposite of a cautionary tale.
Not disagreeing with you at all, but this past summer I read up on some recent interviews he gave (because I was living in Hollywood and walked past his haunt the Rainbow Bar regularly). He had toned his partying down quite a bit--although I guess that was closer to the very end than people expected.
I have a crush on another potential lesbian that works at the coffee shop.
I ate churrasco at El Almicen the other weekend. I was driving a friend to JFK and it was on the way. Seeing all the new stores/major commercial development now almost completely encroaching towards the East River (when I left it was still contained within Berry st) made me sad.
The rare churrasco was excellent though and the waitress recognized me.