Pernice to me: Yoga, my ass. Get some real exercise.
Pernice to me: Yoga, my ass. Get some real exercise.
Joyce, will you be doing a supermarket order? Seems like a good idea to me. If so, when the time is right, can you please let us know so that we can inform you of our whimsical food desires? I'll tell you right now, I can't have any yeast. It adds colon-compromising minutes to my transit time. And when you swing by whole foods or the next time you're at the Dorchester Herstory club's coop, I'll take one of those reusable sea sponge tampons. As you know, I sweat a lot while performing (live, and in the studio), and those tampons are superb duper badass absorbent. I discovered them at Lilith. Thanks, grrrrl!
Pernice sent me this gift, for my office door.
Thanks to Andrea Kremer for creating what she imagines to be my tattoo.
Because I am a boorish American, I did not realize that this review of Pernice's Barcelona show from Time Out Barcelona, which I posted for all of my virtual friends to see, was in Catalan, not Spanish. That did not change the fact that I didn't know what it said. However, Pernice sister Susan, genius that she is, used a translating tool, and here is the review, translated.
I Can Hear Music: His Amazing Glow
translated from Catalan to English by a free internet translation tool
The concerts and solo acoustic artists who usually records his songs with band never attracted me too, but go, the rule has its exceptions. In the same way that I wrote that I was excited for the concert alone in Faraday Neil Hannon, I liked the direct Joe Pernice Friday [2] under the Caprices of Apollo, a concert in an intimate and delicious Why Pernice, armed only with his guitar, was to show sympathy and talent in abundance. The truth is that he has a beautiful voice,
acoustic and it was especially evident.