Friday's Le Tigre show at the Roxy wasn't quite the mesmerizing frenzy that the previous night's Liars show was, but it was a good performance nonetheless. Worlds better than when I saw them play at Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco in 2000, where they looked totally incompetent. I loved their first album, but it's worn off a bit for me since I first heard it. Or maybe the whole electro-dance-punk thing is wearing a bit thin for me. Who knows. There was a group of transsexuals protesting Le Tigre's supposed support of anti-transsexual legislation, or lobbying, or something. Very strange, because everything I know about Kathleen Hanna leads me to believe she is outspokenly pro-trans. Probably a vitriolic response to an innocuous comment. I just don't understand these reactionary politics. In Kathleen Hanna's book that probably makes me the enemy. Whatever.

every brother is a star, every sister is a star

kick out the jams, motherfuckers

New York was drizzly, but Veronica and I hoofed it about and saw quite a bit. Did some shopping in Soho, went up the Empire State Building, had a fantastic dinner at a Mexican place in the Village, had a nice lunch at Joe's Shanghai in Chinatown (thanks to Clement and Julie), saw the thought-provoking, now-empty World Trade Center, and cruised around Harlem because I couldn't find a "comfortable" place to park while Veronica popped into Lane Bryant (that part wasn't planned). We hit Providence on the way back Sunday to see Rob and Roo's new place, which is really fab. Monday was a lazy day around the house, watching the beantown rain fall.