Dream Stance

A tres dreamy blogpost. . .

Read THIS and smile.

He managed to reference 

Pulp and Prince 

in the same post.

Impressive.

I Had a Dream Crushed . . .

Usually I'm a happy person but, tonight 

there's a little bit of sadness in me...

In 1994 I heard my first Pulp song 

and I felt like a light turned on inside me.

I had no idea what Jarvis Cocker the lead singer looked like until 1995 - one full year later.  It was like a joke -- my dream band was fronted by my dream man?

I had photos of him all over my binders in college and I got so many comments from boys in my class asking if I really liked that guy.  It really bothered some of those guys.

All I wanted was to see them live.

I thought my only opportunity would be when Jarvis toured for his solo album because he seemed so over Pulp.  

So I saw him twice on that tour and for one of the shows I stood front row and he rested his gorgeous hand on my head while he sang one of his songs.  Heaven.

Then the announcement -- they were touring again.  And I was determined to see them - whether it be in San Fran or NYC.  And it almost happened.   But alas, my dream job came up and killed my other dream.  

Some of my dear friends saw Pulp tonight in NY.

I'm not at all bitter about it, though.

Dream Gaze

Jarvis Cocker was my definition of 

ideal masculinity for years and years.

Artist of my Dreams

Elizabeth Peyton's art makes me tear up with happiness. When she had the exhibit at the New Museum I might have gone once a week (thanks to Thursday evening's free admission) and each time I was overwhelmed with joy.

Anyone who paints Jarvis Cocker

AND Mad King Ludwig is my dream.

Or recognizes that Eminem is just as sexy

as Brett Anderson.

And who chooses my favorite photo of Frida to paint.

Not to mention, when she is asked to do a still life

it includes poppies and Patti Smith.

I tell you, this woman is a dream, dream, dream.

Now if she'd only get started on that portrait

of Prince I will be complete.