The bad news: Homer's, a diner that was a second home in college, will close in 2 weeks. That diner was home to some of the more amazing conversations, writings, and ideas in my life; Disc Theory was born there, for one, and I wrote a play there, and I discovered the subtle joys of toasted buttered bagels and beef barley soup. It was one of the last diners in NYC that would let you smoke. We'd get there (there was a regular group of about 8 or 9 of us, though we'd all arrive sporadically) around 10pm and stay until 4am, smoking and reading and talking and arguing and always, always feeling right at home. You KNOW you're at home when you walk in and before you've taken your backpack off there's a cup of black coffee and a sweet-n-low waiting in front of you.
The good news: Among the Homer's regulars was my high school / college buddy Tomi, who besides being the co-creator of Disc Theory is just one of the coolest people in the world. I had fallen out of touch with her several years ago, and, try as I might, I couldn't track her down anywhere. Well, Devin was on his way to his friend's house in Brooklyn, and there she was, walking down the street - she's a waitress at the coffeeshop right next to Devin's friend's building.
The strange news: Devin and his girlfriend were record shopping at Norman's records, and they're having a gigantic used CD sale, and to his surprise, right between Woody Guthrie and Whitesnake, was a Wanna CD. Shame on Norman's, for alphabetizing so poorly; and shame on that poor soul that would sell their Wanna CD. We worked hard on that CD. We only released 250 to the public, and maybe 100 more to radio stations and magazines (although none of them were in NY), so chances are I know the person that did it. Whoever you are, I ask you: why'd you do it?