Im sitting at my kitchen table, with the window open and the birds a singing. It's nice. It definitely beats buttoning a million buttons and zips before waddling out the door like the michelin man, onto the street where all the other michelin men are waddling. Some have little michelin men, and now a days, some have little michelin dogs too! Thankfully, the necessity seems to be gone now for another year. I love that in this city, as soon it goes north of 71 degrees, people come out of the shadows wearing the perfect summer outfit. The Soho boys have the sleeves of their impeccably cut white cotton shirts rolled up, dark leather mandles lulling from their crossed heels as they coo over the cous-cous on Crosby street. The girls bring it too, strutting out of J. Crew with their pleated shorts cut just above the knee, sunglasses a la hubcaps, and that sharp looking jaw you know you could grate cheese on. I on the other hand, stay inside wondering whats happening, darting from window to window like the Grinch! I sound angry but i'm not. I feel like I may be a step behind however. These guys were prepared for the season change, I was not! Somewhere between hot yoga, cold yoga, and trips to the apple store, they've been squirllishly amassing a summer wardrobe piece by piece. Then they waited for that weather on the ones 7 day forecast to give them the green light. I wish i had such foresight! Instead of adorning a Bently-ready outfit, I am again forced to trudge into my room with the scissors from the kitchen and cut all my pants off just above the shin.

Sometimes I think fondly of the summers and springs of my childhood. They were simpler times as wardrobe issues go. There were two things I wore as pants. I remember I had a good pair of blue shorts for things like family photographs, Sundays, old people, and audiences with the bishop. I also had my favorite, one awesome rock and roll pair of faded denim shorts. Oh they were great. I don't remember where they came from, but they arrived the year I built the tree house. I struggle to remember if they were ever washed, but I know I wore them every day for 4 months, every summer, for years! I remember the day they were gone. One morning I just couldn't find them. I guess they walked away. It was probably for the best though. They were slowly becoming a pair of denim hot-pants. Funny how things change. I used to see my knees all the time. They were fine with me and I was fine with them. We'd hang out and pick at scabs together, see how green we could get from falling on the grass, or just watch t.v. It was a real relationship. Now we just glance at each other while getting in and out of bed, and of course, I can feel their disapproving glare when i try on clothes in the changing room. We have grown apart. Now in my mid-twenties (was my birthday recently((sob)), I feel older. Its a good time to be alive. You feel like you get what's happening to an extent so that you feel you can interact with the world, having an idea of the possible outcome. But also when you get blind sided or knocked on your backside by a new thing, you are in a place where you can enjoy the feeling of seeing something totally new and have fun seeing how you do in response to it. I wonder if I am too young to start wearing linen pants? At the store do you have to be as old as the cut out of Carl Reiner to purchase? I think i'd like a pair. Sting probably has loads of em. Is that a reason not to buy? Do you have to have the right lifestyle to be able to pull them off? I used to live a the projects in Bushwick and almost bought a pair then.

On a non pants note, Thanks so much for comin to the show on Saturday :) It was awesome to have you guys there. Im lookin forward to the upcoming shows through spring and summer. I have some awesome new guys adding themselves to the live mix, and a surprise on stage from me you wouldn't expect to see! (its not denim hot pants)

have a great week in then sun :)

p.s I just thought of this. How about a reality show where you and your knees have to go into a house and be filmed all the time doing tasks trying to rekindle what you lost?

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