Bad Advice

Check it out!

Tonite (11/30) my super-talented friends Debra and Jannese both have pieces in the "I Heart Coney Island" group show at Artez'n on Atlantic Ave. You should stop by. Say hi. Look at some art. Have a little snack. It'll be fun.

You may not know this . . .

. . . but Frankenstein's mom is an extremely talented painter named Tracey St. Peter. A couple years back Tracey and her husband, Kevin Eleven (that's him!), got fed up with Williamsburg and moved down to Richmond. Having seen their life there compared with their place above the justly-maligned Triple Crown bar, I'm positive they made the right decision. Plus, Frankenstein just wouldn't have been as happy without a yard to roll around in.

Anyway, Tracey recently started a blog about her painting and so much more. It's called The 100 Dresses Project and I highly suggest you check it out.

Prepare to be pink with envy!

One of the many irritating things about living next door to a demo/construction site is lack of privacy. Whereas my neighbors and I used to be able to walk around butt naked with no worries of frightening anyone, now at least I'm eye-level with a large construction crew.

So the other day I went looking for window coverings for my fabulous hot pink kitchen. Until I hit Addie's Etsy store, I figured I'd have to settle for boring old curtains. Instead, I got these amazing Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash (you can see June after the jump) custom-made shades for $70, including shipping! Aren't they cool?

Friendly Fire Sale!

Because I have a lot of talented friends, it seems like almost everyone I know is selling something this week:

Miss Amy is in town with her band, the Jumping Bond Girls at Piano's Monday night. Amy runs the coolest gallery in Phoenix and never comes back to NYC anymore, so this is a don't-miss.

Besides my family, Miss Valerie Frankel has put up with my ass longer than most anyone else, and also happens to be one of my top five personal heroes. This week, not one, but two, books of hers hit the shelves: I Take This Man (for the grown-ups among us) and the third installment of her Fringe Girls series, Fringe Girl in Love (for the tweens in your life). I highly recommend you purchase both immediately.

RKB also has two books hot off the presses, though both of these are adults only—meaning naughty: She's on Top and He's on Top. And, unlike most erotica which can tend towards the cheese-a-riffic in the art department, the covers on these books are almost as hot as the insides.

In case I forgot to mention, the fabbo Michelle Goodman's tome on being your own boss, The Anti 9-to-5 Guide is also available now. I will let you know if it helps me get up the nerve (and the bank account) so I can finally quit my part-time day job.

The crappy picture illustrating this blog entry is the Barnes & Noble window at Astor Place. They had a copy of Single State of the Union (an anthology that includes contributions from Michelle, Rachel and me) in their window. I was so excited I took a picture with my phone.

If you're my pal and I foolishly left you out, please email me and give me shit. In other news, if, like me, you're a Clash fan, the Guardian ran a nice little piece on the band's influence on French music.

UPDATE: The lovely and talented Tricia McLaughlin has an opening at PS 122 on April 7, Reid Paley's having a party on April 13 at the Detective Mike Logan's Cutting Room, for his latest, Approximate Hellhound vs. The Monkey Demon, and Peg Simone's eerily beautiful new disc, The Deeper You Get, is available now.

A Little Sunday Afternoon Kulcha

My friend Tracey St. Peter is a super-talented painter. And like most of the artists who used to call Williamsburg home, she now lives elsewhere. Sure, she and her boyfriend Kevin won't be woken up in the middle of the night by the coked-out morons that the bar downstairs from their old apartment (Royal Crown) attracts, but her departure means two less friends for me. And really, it's all about me.

Okay, no, it's not. Tracey's paintings are part of an online gallery show, so I can look at them and miss her a little less. You should look at them too. The painting I posted is of our friend Steve Lynch. There are more. Go look! Better yet, buy one!