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New Years Resolutions

One week after the first of the year, my resolution to update Gateway Groupies at least once a week has already fallen behind schedule, but wait! I have my butt in gear and I'm ready to plow ahead into St. Louis' biggest year yet. I'm feeling more good vibrations than six Marky Marks and the entire funky bunch x10!

So follow Laine and Julie as they take pictures and goof off in the cheapest venues and silliest locations St. Louis has to offer. I'm feeling particularly inspired since Laine started DVRing this wackjob PBS program where 3 dudes travel around the country checking out weird, outsider artwork. I think it comes on in the middle of the night, but thanks to our new AT&T U-Verse, we can record it every time it comes on with a click of the mouse.

TONIGHT
You're gonna love this.

The Royale's Steve Smith is the main event at Maryland House @ Brennan's Arguments and Grievances. He will be debating against some pointy-headed snob on whose St. Louis is better: The South Side (YAAAAY!!!) or the Central West End (boooooooooo!!!). Debates starts at 9:00, but since Steve is the main event, you'll most likely have to sit through these riveting arguments first:

ant farming vs. lion taming
David Lee Roth vs. Sammy Hagar
Sort of fat vs. really fat

Winners are determined by audience hooting and hollering. We must support this kind of ridiculousness, so join me and be wowed by the best minds of our generation. Or really amused by drunken silliness. A niche is a niche is a niche.

Midnight Movies at the Tivoli

You might have noticed this PD blog post about the Tivoli's midnight movie series. We're movie connoisseurs around here, but we're not above a decent midnight movie, but I was soured on the experience after a rowdy showing of The Princess Bride a few years back. But I decided to hop back on the midnight movie horse Friday night, and we went to see Jurassic Park on the big screen. I love St. Louis audiences so hard. At least 50 people showed up for the movie, swarming the box office, waiting for the doors to open. Their reverence for this 14 year old movie (Not old enough to be a classic, too old to be current) was so cute it made my eyes water. Instead of poking holes in Michael Crichton's scientific method, I just played along and had a great time.

Note: This is an old picture. The Tivoli does not serve alcohol at the midnight movies. But they *do* serve fresh popcorn, which is more than we can say for the Crestwood Cine.

Second Note: Don't smoke in front of the theater. You never know when someone you're standing next to has already had two partial lung collapses in one week from smokers screwing with her air space. Be decent.

Valentine's Massacre II: This time, it's personal

Some of you may remember last year's Valentine's Day Observable event at The Royale. We came, we drank, we performed the lyrics of our favorite love and love-to-hate-you songs, and some that didn't fit in any category, yet were still damned funny. Wildfire! That one still slays me.

This year, we're at it again, this time with two rock star emcees: Julie Dill and Byron Kerman. Here's how we're working it:

FIRST
Decide on a perfect song, one that fully encompasses your personal philosophy on love, relationships, sex, or the commercial empire that governs all things affectionate in these United States. Keep in mind, ODB's "Hey Dirtay (Baby I Got Your Money)" was pulled off with stellar skillz last year, so you'll want to pick something fresh this go round.

SECOND
E-mail that bad boy to observable.events@gmail.com , along with the creative and unique name you'd like to use on stage, and get put on "the list." This is a crucial step, folks, as we have to know what song you're performing by February 12th or you might not get to play with us. Don't ask us twelve times to put you on the list to do "D!ck in a Box" like you did last year. We reserve the right to refuse a song if it's lame. And it's first come, first served, so we won't be hearing two performances of "Hit Me Baby One More Time" this year.

THIRD
Practice, practice, practice. In front of a mirror, in front of your dog, in front of your grandma. Hone your skillz so you don't forget what you're doing after two or three beers. We want to see a precision operation, no matter what song you choose. Bring your words with you!

FINALLY
Show up the night of and make yourself known to be present, by whatever spectacle necessary. Show starts at 6:00. We'll do three blocks of 30 minute performances, on the hour through nine o'clock. The last block will be reserved for walk ins. Each set will be followed by sweet, sweet music. Performers will be assigned to the block of their choosing as long as spots are available. Come early and there will be plenty of time to eat, drink and be merry.

Alright, start raiding your mixed CDs for the perfect song, and keep checking back here for more details as they become available.

As you were.

First Friday this Friday

Grand Center's big deal last Friday wasn't much of a big deal, apart from the architectural genius of the newish Centene Center for the arts. But I have high hopes for this Friday's gallery walk, though. The downtown gallery walk's website seems to be on the fritz, so I'll sift through my e-mails to deliver the goods. Let's see...there's free eats and drinks and the "Forces of Nature" show at Art St. Louis, Cheryl Wassenaar and Mel Watkin are still up at Phillip Slein, uhhh... this is really irritating. So few art galleries in the Lou have websites. Laine thinks the abstract show is still up at Ellen Curlee Gallery. 3rd Floor Gallery hasn't been open on a Friday night in months, but I have nothing to indicate that it will be this time, either. Drive Agency is having an opening reception for photographer Mark Schepker and metal sculptor Andre Tourrette. You should stick your head in MacroSun Imports, too. And if you're willing to break from downtown for Soulard, MadArt is bustin' out the wine and cheese for Julie Malone and Justin Visnesky.You could even buy something.

It's the first unofficial Friday of Summer, come have fun with us.

south side egg party

The girls came back from New Zealand Wednesday, so Friday night we all attended the Umpteenth Annual Easter Egg Decorating Party, or, Fun with Camera and Plastic Dinosaur Night, if you're Laine.

This one's my personal favorite of the series. It look like he's the midwife for a chick delivery.

A close-up of a crowd pleaser: The Charlie Brown Egg

Wuv, Twoo Wuv.

Once upon a time, waaaay back over a week ago, we gathered in the warmly lit, romantic atmosphere of the Royale. We threw back a couple 'weizens and watched as our friends, colleagues and total strangers performed the lyrics to their favorite love ballads and kiss offs. We laughed, we cheered, we plotzed. We nosed our beer, we ran to the potty, and we had a wonderful time.

Believe it or not, people actually showed up!

The highlights:
We cried a little on the inside for Kim H.'s stunning portrayal of Michael Martin Murphy's "Wildfire"

We nosed our beers at Byron's epic interpretation of Jermaine Stewart's "We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off."

We giggled profusely at Lynn's charming and adorable performance of Sesame Street's Ernie singing "I Want to Hold Your Ear."

There wasn't a dry seat in the house after Tina's stalker set, which she dedicated to American astronaut Lisa Nowak.

I cried like a little girl with a skinned knee and shit when young David Brinker brought Lynn back for an encore with a duet of Streisand's "You Don't Bring Me Flowers."

I think it was Janet's version of the kicked to the curb anthem "Santeria" that was weirdly synched up with the Ren and Stimpy episode playing in the bar.

So many memories. Who could forget the three dramatic costume changes of "The Vagabond"? Sasha's tribute to Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back," or Craig's off-color nailing of Led Zeppelin's "Dina-moe-hum."

But my personal favorite performance of the evening, hands down, was diminutive, blonde-haired Emily, holding her cell phone at arm's length, reading the lyrics to Old Dirty Bastard's, "Baby I Got Your Money." Hey. Dirtay. You did a damned fine job.

To the weird guy who wanted us to look up the lyrics to "Dick in a Box," uhh... And to everyone I didn't mention, it wasn't 'cause you sucked, it was 'cause I had two beers and you know what that does to my memory.

Here, have some pictures:

 

Happy Valentine's Day!

Meet us tonight at The Royale for a decadent experience not to be matched elsewhere in the city.
You will put on your red dress, favorite bathrobe, lucky drawers, whatev. You will pick out your favorite 90's sentimental pop song, 80's hair band love ballad, 70's kiss-off Gloria Gaynor tune, or whatever pleases you. You will bring the lyrics on a sheet of paper. You will sign up at 7:30 at the Royale (3132 S. Kingshighway), and at 8:00, you will lay down those lyrics like the saddest, most drama-filled, angst-ridden thing you've ever read to an audience.  And they will *love* you for it. It's fun. It's quirky. It's free.

And when you go to work on Thursday morning and that gal who sits in the cube next to you starts shoving her stupid Vermont Teddy Bear in your face, she'll see that gleam in your eye and she'll notice. She'll interrogate you at length, and you can tell her, no, you did not sit home on Valentine's Day crying into a bowl of Cheetos while you watched C.O.P.S., Thank You Very Much! You chose to go out to The Royale to read the lyrics to The Thong Song and that has made all the difference.

That is all.

all star city

St. Louis will be the site of the 2009 MLB All Star Game!

That's so cool.

North

Thom is taking me with him on a business trip to Chicago for the largest horticultural trade show in mid-America. You know you're jealous. We're taking Amtrak and staying on Michigan Ave. Mmmmm...Chicago in January. Cannot wait.

I'm leaving 4:00 Saturday morning, back by midnight Sunday night.

One of Thom's oil paintings from undergrad. Stay tuned for a piece I like to call "Thom with Boobs."

Love, Exciting and New

I'm more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants sort of gal, but for all you planners, here's the fudge on St. Valentine's Day, Wednesday, February 14, 2007.

Love is Observable: Observable Readings Does Valentine's Day @ the Royale, 8:00 p.m.

I've been through diamonds, I've been through minks, I've been through it all: love stinks. Are you single? Cynical? Both? Come congregate with your kind at The Royale on the night of Valentine's Day, with your Delilah-style hostess, Julie Dill. Sign up to vent your spleen on stage, or just watch as the loved and the lost render their favorite love songs, torch tunes, and kiss offs into performance poetry. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll drink beer and cocktails. And you'll forget all about what's-his-name. Come because you're angry, come because you're bored, but most of all, because love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain, oooh, love hurts.

Seriously, though the catharsis is more complete if you pick a gutwrencher, your song doesn't have to be a downer. We'll need a change-up after one of us polishes off her Debbie Gibson hat and lays her pain on the stage.

I'm stopping by Costco for a case of Kleenex. 

Tell your friends! Even better, bring them and don't tell them what it is! And who really needs an excuse to go the Royale?? Good food, great drinks, and superb company. You are welcome.