Live From The Grayish Carpet

Life on the Other Side of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll

Author Archives: Julie Farman

Sex, Drugs, and Monoman

I’d have only sketchy memories of what I was doing when I was twenty without Facebook and Google.  It  was a long time ago, yes, but that’s not why I … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

Honey, I’m Home, or Swimming Pools, Movie Stars

I shouldn’t have been shaky about covering the junket for Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters 3D this past weekend.  I mean, while I may have taken public transportation to the  Four … Continue reading

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When New Things Happen to Old People

I’ve been in denial. I was convinced that the mailed offers to join AARP were sent in error, and, when an ad for a dating service appeared on my Facebook … Continue reading

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I Was A Pixie Wife

Although it’s the 20th anniversary of the day I got married, I’m not celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss.   I’m merely noting that 20 years ago this week, in … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

Expletives Not Deleted

It’s a trick.  I’m not writing about being fucked, fucking off, or fucking assholes, except in retrospect: I didn’t post for three months because I left San Francisco, visited Boston, … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday, Mel! Love, Joel McHale

It’s my father’s birthday.  Since I once again neglected to send an actual present, I once again asked my famous friend Joel to bail me out.  My Dad loves Joel, … Continue reading

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Cheerful and Uplifting Words About the Hardest Job in Rock and Roll

My father suggested that I write a cheerful and uplifting post. It was after I said I was writing about my experience at Outside Lands for my blog; it was … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

Fuck This Job Thing

I’ve made a decision.  I’m not looking for a job anymore.  I’m planning to join the ranks of the people that unemployment analysts refer to as “discouraged” just as soon … Continue reading

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Mariah, the High Priestess of Late

Over the years I worked as a talent executive, I got used to artists being late.  Puffy once kept our crew waiting for five hours, and Madonna was always way behind, … Continue reading

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PS: You’re an Idiot

I’m writing out of spite. I’m demonstrating exactly the juvenescence that I was accused of yesterday, when, in an impromptu exit interview, my former housemate Bette told me I was … Continue reading

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Victoria (Like the Kinks Song)

“I need to get home,”  Victoria said.  “I have a long day of  staring at the walls ahead of me.” “Me too,”  I said.   “Those walls aren’t going to … Continue reading

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The Atlanta Incident, or Oasis and Me

If you could make your way through Oasis’ Manchester accents and sort out what they were saying, you’d sort out that at least 50% of the time what they were … Continue reading

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Fucked: A Cautionary Tale

I’m horrified.  I woke up this morning truly knowing  that the best part of my life is behind me, and that, in the worst possible way, it’s all downhill from … Continue reading

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