Tonight's movie: the Nomi Song. Wonderful documentary from 2004 about 80s singer Klaus Nomi. Aside from playing "hey that's" (hey, that's Kenny Scharf! hey, that's Ann Magnuson! hey, that's Man Parrish!), I also got a kick out of seeing footage of NYC and esp. the East Village in the late 70s/early 80s -- not much different from the way it looked the first time I saw it just a few years later (St. Mark's Place... the Kiev... Fiorucci...) It was also cool to see bits of Urgh! A Music War. One of my college room-mates had the soundtrack album and that was the first time/place I ever heard Nomi. The movie's sad, of course, as you'd expect from the story of someone dying young. Especially when the realization hits that Nomi died alone with all the people in his life basically too scared to be around him as he was dying. Not that it's a unique story -- it was the first wave of AIDS-related deaths and few people knew how to deal with it. And I certainly hope never to be held accountable, on camera, for the bad choices and failings of my younger self. Even if it's not a nostalgia trip for you like it was for me, the movie's still highly recommended. Like many good documentaries, it paints a picture of a world that's just not there any more.