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03.16.12: 88 Lines + 1 about 44 +1 women….

88 Lines About 44 Women :

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a different type, she’s the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddha sat.Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn’t sing, kept the beatand kept it strong.
Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen’s point of view was this, “Take whatever you can grab.”

Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, “I must go.” but finally stayed.


Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn’t even say goodbye.

Rachel Kay London Mod

Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn’t do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.


Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker’s plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.


Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda’s strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit.


Rowena was an artist’s daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
Dee Dee’s mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn’t give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she’s a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here’s a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

Rachel, is a vegan, passionate and spontaneous.
(She really did end this list).

03.02.12:Cheer up, sleepy Jean……

Oh I could hide ‘neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
The six o’clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor’s cold and it stings….

And I'm a Believer...

Wednesday morning came and I was still laying in bed as the alarm went off at 10 a.m. That’s right, I did not go to work on Wednesday.

I turned on iTunes and decided I’d listen to some Monkees, especially “Daydream Believer” because, well…I have certain songs I listen to every morning and this just so happens to be one of them. And, listening to Davy Jones voice first thing in the morning makes it so that the rest of the day turns out to be a delight. Just the day before I had posted on twitter how much I adore Davy Jones, my fellow Monkees fans and Davy fans cheered in on that twitter post and we all giggled in unison. I really do not live in modern times per say, do I? I just seem to fit into the 60s rather than …the present. And like my music taste & clothes, I take joy in my love for relics….

Suddenly around noon, my phone started going off with text messages and as I opened the first one from my father, it simply said “Davy jones died”. All I could reply was: “nonono” the next couple of texts from friends and even my brother followed.

When I was 3 years old, they had a reunion tour and my father had brought me to the show where I sat in the front row and threw a beach ball up on stage and Davy had kicked it back and this kept happening throughout the show where then each of the Monkees would kick the ball back to me. I know this was one of those profound moments in my life because even at that age, I loved them and knew all the songs though I can barely understand what was being sang about. (Love, girls) They just made me the coolest 3-4 year old ever! (rolling my eyes.)

I would watch “The Monkees” TV show whenever it was on and yes, I do own the first full season now. I want the other season (ahem birthday! heh). One time I even woke up at 3 a.m. just to catch Davy doing a guest appearance.

I may be crazy, but a good crazy….:)

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

That night, my friend Leanne (Sunshine!) had a party to open her new boutique in Williamsburg for her darling clothing line, Vaute Couture. I didn’t make it because I chose to take it easy and relax but I heard the party was fantastic.

Check out her store at:

234 Grand Street, Williamsburg

(L to Bedford, G to Lorimer)

The night turned out to be special for me….

Daydream believer.


I awoke to another beautiful morning and watched as a Seagull flew over the East River. This was indeed a lovely way to start the day….

I got back to work and caught up on emails & projects and realized I had a hair appointment that night with Stacy, of StylesOnB. I LOVE Stacy and have been going to her for about 4 1/2 years.  Not only is she the ONLY person I’d ever trust with my hair but also a friend of mine who I always look forward to seeing. She knows my unique and dramatic style and we decided to go with a “baby fringe” ala 1961.

60s m'inspire ...

After hanging at StylesOnB, I took a little leisurely walk to Kate’s Joint on Ave B, which happens to be one of my main hot spots for a quick dinner or even brunch with my mates. They now serve many gluten-free alternatives which makes this lady right here, very pleased.

I ordered the Vegan Mac & Cheese (Gluten-free!) and sautéed spinach and hung out as long as I can before running over to Lula’s to meet Kristy for a sweet treat. Taking in some East Village memories as I passed the garden on East 6th and Ave B. Since I grew up in this part of town, there are always memories as I pass a certain corner or building, a street sign even.

Arriving at Lula’s Sweet Apothecary and taking in the tunes of the 20s as I entered.  I marveled at all my choices and tasted three flavors: Peanut Butter Fudge, Maple Almond & Pistachio. I ended up dancing a little with the couple that was there eating a sundae as I waited patiently for Kristy to arrive. Patience in Lula’s is a hard task to follow, by the way.

Obviously, I ended up ordering a Virgil’s Root Beer float that I couldn’t finish and ended up handing over to Kristy to savor the last mm.

We strolled on down to Club Ella where I was about to see a friend’s show and received an important text message…..

Good luck dad and feel better.

I love you…


60s m’inspire …Mod Pop of Yellow! Striped vintage shirt: Auh2O Thriftique, Skirt: Beacon’s Closet.

I wasn’t able to sleep very well last night but I did wake up to some funny texts from my sissy in crime, Diana. ❤ And Daydream believer came on my iPod on the way to work…my heart skipped.

So far so good…

Tomorrow & Sunday are the days of the 2nd year of The Vegetarian Food Festival. This year I made sure to get V.I.P. tickets in advance as last year there just so happened to be a 3 hour wait in line and I didn’t end up getting in. I am so excited to sample a bunch of different new vegan foods as well as hear some of my friends speak on panels and of course, bump into friends as I manage to navigate through the crowds of people anxious to grab treats!

If you haven’t bought your ticket in advance, it will be $5.00 at the door but if I were you: buy a ticket now to join in on the fun.

The event will be taking place from: 10AM to 5PM (Saturday & Sunday) at:

The Metropolitan Pavillion

125 West 18th Street (Between 6th & 7th), New York City

Happy Friday & Cheers to making it an enjoyable one. Happy March….

You once thought of me as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
With a dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?….

01.29.12: I was a mod before you was a mod….


I can go anywhere anytime I choose
I will never ever be a substitute
Just set me free and then you’ll watch me fly
And heaven knows I’m a lucky guy
Drop some blues and away we go
Taking a trip down to the coast
Oh yeah…..

I would LOVE taking a trip down to the coast as I would ride on a scooter, that’s what my dream was last night…flying down the coast wearing a parka and letting the wind take me where I need to go. Cliche? Yes, exciting? Even more so….

I was mod before you was a mod
I was mod before you was a mod
And you take me to a higher ground
The coolest love that I have ever found
Just set me free and then you watch me fly
And heaven knows I’m a lucky guy…

Saturday didn’t have a blog entry because I knew I would be doing quite a bit during the day and into the evening. That night the plan was to go to a Soul Dance party in Brooklyn at a record shop, absolutely my thing! So I got all dressed up: did my makeup very mod, I usually do but this time I went all out and chose a simple outfit which mainly included just thrift store items I picked up here and there (obviously my theme color for the day was purple):

Later on I received a call and Kate and I decided that I would run up to her apartment and we see where the night takes us. She had a bottle of wine, 60s rock records (mod!) and where did the night go? It was FAB! We go-go danced the night away, took silly photos and brain stormed for new ideas; you will find those out when the time comes.

Got the Go: 60s go-go music

I look cool in my bowling shoes
My Ben Sherman shirt is a classic shade of blue
‘Cause I was a mod before you was a mod
Yeah I was mod before you was a mod
We’re moving out on a cool dance floor
You’re taking me down to a distant shore….

Something about me and Kate is that we speak excitedly about mod culture and fashion and she gets me, not many do but if you look back: this style actually keeps getting revived for a reason. It was a rule breaker and Jeez, I fit right in that category. 80s culture revived the 50s and 60s with a bang and we like it. I feel when I meet another mod; we are kindred souls because we belong in Europe, in the 60s and like in my dream: riding a scooter with a parka speaking mockney…ahh the passions we find in life and this is just one of them.

Don't leave us hanging on the telephone...

One of the best experiences in life can be when you least expect them. In this being, I am a spontaneous person; I try to set plans and sometimes succeed but usually fate steps in and my path changes. This is when I meet special people in my life or get up and in the past, moved away somewhere far off and not return for quite some time to NYC (I always return to New York). I am a free spirit, dancing through my life and I look back knowing I chose to succeed: with experience.

Last night turned out to be another exciting experience…dancing the night away with a bottle of wine. I love record parties.

Earlier on in the day I went to the Brooklyn China town with my roommate and as we dodged people we heard a crowd up ahead and realized that the new year was going on. Watching them dance in Pokemon costumes and dragons we clapped (well i clapped) along with them for a few minutes while sipping on my vegan bubble tea (just another addiction!).

One of the things I love most about the China town is that I love the fashions that they have: very, well mod. Cute little skirts, dresses with lace collars & lace linings; things I would normally wear but won’t buy because I know they were most likely made in sweatshops and I am confident in my ethics and don;t buy anything made at a sweatshop (at least I try not to). We went food shopping and every time we go there I always end up with: nori, mochi, ginger chews, some odd fruit & more nori and a bubble tea. I really need to go visit Asia.

I’m taking a trip down to the coast
I’m digging the scenes that I dig the most
And I was mod before you was a mod
Yeah I was mod before you was a mod

And I figure, it’s time to take a trip on a scooter.

Rachel Kay telephone

Shhh, I am on the telephone.

01.23.12: Love Reign O’er me…..

Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky.
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high.

Love Reign O’er me…..

This song happens to be from one of my all time favorite movies, Quadrophenia. If you know me, I constantly mention it and will go out of my way to see it almost, (well), monthly.  But, I will wait another time to actually type up a whole post, and or several posts dedicated to this epic cult classic, film. Quadrophenia was written, directed and produced by the band, The Who with their rhythmic songs throughout the movie you don’t know whether to relax and watch it and or dance to it. Are you a Mod or a Rocker? Well, watch the movie and you’ll find out. This movie happens to also be Sting’s first acting role as a mod, and he played it well.

Today I awoke to rain outside my window that reminded me of when I lived in Dublin: slight mist, about 40 degrees and the kind of sprinkles that either you really don’t need your umbrella but you’d prefer it, this is not what mother nature intended us do in this type of overcast; she intends us to bathe ourselves in it, enjoy it.   I hurriedly chose my outfit that reminds me kind of the one I wore yesterday as I am again wearing yellow tights(I have two pairs!) and a black dress but decided to throw on one of my favorite long cardigan sweaters and my favorite vintage  blue necklace.

Color Blocking....on a rainy day.

So tonight, I will choose not to use my umbrella as I decide to run over to “The Yippie Museum Cafe”, a cafe with a historical background in the West Village that I am on the board of directors of.  Tonight we will be holding a celebration of the Chinese New Year.  9 Bleeker Street (or what I grew up calling it ” Number 9″) was first rented in 1973 by The Youth International Party, which included at one point activists and heroes, Abbie Hoffman(of the Chicago 7th), Dana Beal, Jerry Rubin, Paul Krassner & Aron Kay (my father), A.J. Weberman (my uncle) & many other people. The Yippie Museum cafe is now chartered by The New York Board of regents to preserve the history behind it.

The cafe strives to hold events in support of activism going on all over the world; holding benefits for Occupy Wall Street, peace benefits & numerous other demonstrations. We also hold comedy shows, open mics and continuously and will always be dedicated to the artist community. When you walk the sweet smells of different teas, vegan pastries and food  and coffee will seize you.  I can guarantee you will witness old hippies still wearing their tye-dye’s from the 60’s debating on the different era’s the political state of world has been in and or see hipsters/mods & even suits ordering coffee and sitting down to enjoy and take in the art while they are on their laptops taking freedom of the wi-fi.  I love hanging out here not only because of my history with growing up here but because it is home to me.

My birthday this year will be held here with a theme of the 60s, mod clothes appreciated! On April 12th in honor and donation of the  Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary.  So clearly, I am looking for a band that can play 50s, 60s & 70s music so I can rock out to The Beatles, The Kinks, The Monkees etc….while wearing my go-go boots. This cafe will be turned into Andy Warhol’s factory for the night and it will be epic. (The band must also know how to play Oasis songs :)) Obviously, I am very excited for this…and will be sending out invites in the next few months.

Now that I mentioned Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, I should speak briefly on it before I write that long post, as well. I first found out about Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary about 3 years ago as I am vegan (wait, you know that!) and believe in volunteering as much as I can. I have been volunteering for them for over 2 years now first starting with heading up there as much as I can and then doing the “Ask a Vegan” booth in NYC (usually Union Square) where people can come up to me and my fellow volunteer and ask us questions and pick up literature on how to go vegan, the sanctuary etc. Then  continuing to volunteer for our summer concerts we held 2 years ago where Moby & Sean Lennon has performed to help raise money for the farm.  I continue to volunteer and raise benefits. Jenny and Doug have become wonderful friends of mine and they inspire me because they really do give it their all where the  over 200 loving beings live happy and peaceful lives. 🙂

Dylan, the cow, who I have watched grow! & Pogo, the cat.

It is my #1 tradition that every birthday I go up and spend time with the sentient beings I love & care about (though I go up as much as I can throughout the year!).  Obviously, with the picture above, I am wearing my vintage 70s jacket while I cuddle with just two of my favorite critters up there. Dylan, the cow and I are very close and he recognizes me every time he sees me; running towards my voice and bending his head down to me to scratch it. He has licked me & he just melts my heart.

So now that you know what I will be planning for my birthday weekend….and it’s not even close to here yet and that I absolutely love the movie Quadrophenia as well as that I am looking for a band to play at my birthday..I will bid you all goodbye for now.

Please stop by the cafe for any of our events and you might actually bump into me at one. 🙂 (Like tonight!)

Yippie museum cafe is located at: 9 Bleeker Street in NYC.  Please check out Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary at 

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain.
The nights are hot and black as ink
I can’t sleep and I lay and I think
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain……

And Happy Chinese New Year! I was born in the year of the dog. (Makes sense if you know me, right?)

01.20.12: Using Mockney:

I am going to try to incorporate this slang into some of my posts, innit?So get ready to listen to some of my mockney:

A Mockney Glossary:
Cheers: Hello, I am in fine spirits. How do you fare? What say you – shall we drink?
(n.b., cheers is a multi-purpose greeting, salutation, thanks, and farewell, and is appropriate in any given situation one can name. It is not possible to over-use this word, so make sure you say it loudly and often.)

Mate: Old friend, casual acquaintance, passing chimmney sweep, etc. (Indeed, “mate” might refer to anyone one might know. Like “cheers”, it is impossible to over-use this word, and the more you say it the more your peers will be aware of your authentic Mockney mastery.)

Wotcha: Salutations. I trust the day finds you well?

Cock: Chum, pal. To be used advisedly and with care. “Wotcha Cock” is perfectly acceptable, while the innocent question “And will your cock be joining us tonight?” may be considered a faux pas.

Cor: I say!

Blimey: Well I never. This is a proper surprise. (n.b: Blimey is a very strong swearword, and should be used advisedly, and never in mixed company.)

Oi!: You there, desist and pay me attention immediately or I shall be forced to call a constable.

Innit: Wouldn’t you agree?

Not On Your Nelly: Given present conditions, your suggestion is so unlikely to find favour that it’s very airing seems mere folly on your part.

Toodle-pip!: Cheerio!

Shut it!: That’s quite enough of that talk for now, thank you.

Arse: Hard work. (e.g.: “I say mates, this is a bit of an arse, what?”)

Sod: Person of low character, to whom the sobriquet “mate” can most definitely not be applied.

Kiddy-fiddler: Person of ill repute.

Bird: Lady of no particular repute.

Pukka: Please punch me in the nose.

Jam Jar: Jar in which preserved fruit is to be found.

Fish: Rhyming Slang. Fish and chip = chippy = hippy.

Jarvis: Rhyming Slang. Jarvis=cocker= door knocker.

Damon: Toff. Of obscure origin.

Britpop: Rhyming slang. Britpop = drop, e.g. “I hear Shed Seven have been Britpopped from their record label.”


– I took the graphic from (A Mod site!)

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