You don't like to listen do. You talk and talk, but never seem interested in my thoughts. This is what I have felt like telling someone who I was interested for a minute. Instead I have grinned and bared this artist's talks of art-related subjects, and many small talk-type conversations, and failed to get beneath the surface.

It's like being on a long road trip with someone and not learning much about them. That's not a good thing. Heck, I don't even know if she is interested after these few months. Maybe she is since she calls me out of the blue when she doesn't hear from me. That isn't accidental, since I have gone out of my way to speak to her. Very passive aggressive.

In a nut shell, I can't really stay interested in anyone who is hardly open and doesn't show much emotion towards me. There are so many people out that do show more openness, or are at least good listeners. I spend a lot of time listening, i like being around those who can do the same.

But tis is the life of a single twentysomething year-old in NYC.

As I sit here and listen to John Forte's last recorded album (I downloaded it yesterday) before he was sent up the river, I wonder why do so many artists who aren't really singers doing it -- rappers mainly. On a side note, John Forte's site sits comfortably @ carlysimon.com.

I wondered this as I sat around listening to the new Wyclef record, which I am reviewing for the Source. It's ambitious, bus isn't Clef always trying to be ambitious. You have these emcees who feel their messages can be conveyed better through song, yet they don't have the right things to do it without irritating folks.

And as I said in the review, what Andre of Oukast had and Wyclef doesn't have is the charisma and slick production to make people forget their lack of true vocal chops. And it doesn't help that Wyclef enlisted so many guests to maybe to balance things out. They don't always do.

I feel torn, I have supported most of Wyclef's endeavors, purchasing al his solo albums. But have been more and more underwhelming with each release. The excitement that Carnival brought and eventually satisfied, never happened again.

Don't get me wrong Preacher's Son is not bad and even reveals little glimpses of what Jean is capable of when he isn't lazy. Is the former multi-platinum group, The Fugees, doomed to never released remarkable music again? Time will tell...

After leaving an uneventful listening "party" for the above woman's new album, I picked up a piece of the New York Post laying on the seat next to me on the iron worm.

Flipping through the skimpy Arts section I came across the Horoscope section.
It read:

Your Horoscope for October 14, 2003
LEO


There is something in your life that keeps going wrong and it is frustrating you to such an extent that you may be seriously thinking of giving up on it altogether. Don't. It is simply the planets' way of telling you that it is not yet time to push ahead with it. You will know when the time is right and it won't be long in coming.

Cot Damn for once it feels accurate, and I am not a stickler for astrology.
Sometimes I feel like the main character in The Graduate, moving aimlessly in a post undergrad world, but without Mrs. Robinson to seduce me.

Maybe be i should follow it's advice -- same as everyone else's -- but when will it be the time though?

Liquor... the one "drug" that is world wide accepted

Forever12 is gone


She's in the middle

... well she will be tonight as she embarks on a school in London to study photography.

i have "hated" her for being a talking head and for being a networking champion (maybe because i wasn't much of one when i needed to be). but i have loved her for those same things in the past year-- a year where we bonded after being associates who disliked each other all on the account of surface impressions. Photography somehow meshed us.

Now she is taking the craft truly seriously and taking that next step, a step i will take when i feel i am ready. Someone i used to feel was full of _____ is "getting grown", something to so many never though even as they past their twenties. She is one of last friends i have made in Queens where i grew up and still live, and that means a lot since so many live elsewhere. ten minutes by car and i could crash her crib, watch DVDS, be sniffed by her big dog, chat with her parents, and keep my mouth shut about what i think of Fabolous. For now that's gone.

Last night we celebrated at her home, with food and drink, and watched her put on a show to Andre 3000's side of the new Outkast record. i took photos of her and looked around, realizing that you never where life will take you and who will enter it on the way. Transitions... embrace it.