Susan Hwang

So, can I blame it on planetary alignment when I look down after the first song in our CD release set, and I see some of my areola peeking out from my dress?  We can’t control these things, but it was the second time I’d ever flashed an audience.   This was the first time with my breasts, but once I was sitting down at a keyboard in Tompkins Square Park, and I flashed the East Village from under my American Apparel jersey knit dress.  Another time, I was on the train and noticed the buttons on my shirt dress were unbuttoned to expose just my navel.  Another time, I walked a European guest across the trading floor while my skirt was tucked into my tights the whole time.  So my unintended exhibitionism was all very fitting for the release of a CD titled “An Awkward Time with The Debutante Hour.”  We really lived up to the name of our CD last night.  There were uke and cello tuning competitions like 6 times and many lyric flubs, a call to sublimate (inspired thinking from Mia Pixley) and an amazingly awkward intro from Franz Nicolay highlighting all the the things that are neither here nor there over a yamaha keyboard rendition of “A Whole New World.”  It was just like what Nan Turner said during the beautiful Schwervon set–”Let It All Hang Out.”  So.. we had a good time (I got to groove on Eva’s transporting vocals with Choban Elektrik.  If anyone’s voice could teleport you, it’s Eva’s.  She should be harnessed as a green mobility option).  I heard there was a fight during our set and a girl stormed out after throwing a glass at some guy, but otherwise, most other folks had a good time.  Good and awkward.

I am still the Chris Gethard book fairy, in case you’re wondering.  I hear melodies and lyrics when I’m half asleep on the train… “If she won’t come to you… show her you’re Framsky…”  I know, it doesn’t make any sense to me either.  There are songs being written right now–brand new, A Bad Idea I’m About To Do songs being thought up, felt up, dreamed up right now.  How does anything happen???  I don’t know, but it does.  And things will happen at Goodbye Blue Monday on March 22nd at the Bushwick Book Club show.

Here’s a photo from last night taken by Amy Pearl who should have everything she wants: