it’s wet outside but it’s so dry here in the computer lab where i work
that i’m actually crying. electrical charge season has begun- i will not
be able to walk around here without shocking myself. my only hope is to
periodically ground myself on large metal objects. i’d like to point out
that it always rains on halloween here. always always.
well. after all that spazzing out and stressing over the big show, and all
that big talk about how relieved i’d be when it was done, i’ve got another
show coming up this saturday. it’s at the above club, with hawks and
doves, industrial sonic echo, and greg greg. i’ll be doing solo sample
stuff in an ingenious way. oh, shit- the show is 21+. what can i do to
make it up to you kids?
oh yeah, this morning the ground was dusted with snow. i’m going to take
such a nap today it’d make you weep.
ok, everyone that missed the show missed the show. almost all the bands
had equipment problems of some sort, and they all persevered and rocked it
to russia. sure sure, cat and bird hospital blew up heads in two
nonconsecutive sets, but the real thrill was seeing fiesel, garrison and
the goonies. to everyone who i said “you have to see the goonies”, i said
that because i think you have a bad outlook on what punk rock is. i feel
sad that you missed the show, for this reason. regarding the cat and bird
hospital set- we played “a better life”, “billy jean” (our thrash
version), “12XU”, and “let’s bring dancing back to the streets”. we played
12XU for a couple reasons. the show was in a bar and we wanted to
represent minor threat, plus handsome matt is always calling out for minor
threat covers whenever he sees a show. ok, ok- it’s not really a minor
threat song, but they played it, didn’t they? ok. the other big reason is
we wanted to “take it (the song) back”. the lyric is “saw you in a mag
kissing a man” over and over again, and in the minor threat version it
really sounds like ian says “you’re a faggot!” at the end (can anyone give
me something definitive here?). so in our version we say “i’m happy you
found love!”. all in all, it went pretty well, but all i have is what
people tell me.
some shouts out- donnie from the goonies- i envy you your Realistic analog
synth in a substantial way. chris willy mays hayes- your play at brown was
awesome and not because you put one of my songs in it. people who i give
my business cards to- please don’t look at them and hand them back- this
is embarrassing.
noise thriller is ready, just about. thanks nicky revs for postally
expressing me the art (which rules, and which i’m going to use for
t-shirts). i’ll pay you back when i see you. be sure to ask me for a
business card when you see me, and be sure and get yours ($2.50 for a mess
of them from the atrociously-named
today i was mad. now i’m sad and mad. after halloween i’ll be glad. rad- i
don’t see this guy in the forecast. bad- that’s pretty likely, in the long
run. i’ve decided that marcel proust and i don’t have so much in common
after all, even if i did wuss out yesterday on doing something i had
planned. hmm… w-u-s or w-u-s-s? oh crap, i gotta go catch my bus. i’m a
victim of my twin policies of refusing to suffer fools and being a fool
(or a constellation thereof anyway). i’ll see everybody at the show on
sunday or i’ll see you in hell. excluding eileen wu, who has a full
pardon. the rest of you- hell.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! i’ve
been
hacked! thanks a lot asshole. well, i’m due to change that picture
tomorrow, so i guess the mystery bird lives for a day. the very least you
could do is change the ‘alt’ attributes of the picture, you turd.
the injury to which that insult gets added is yesterday i didn’t get any
work done on any of the projects i want to have done by the show. i took a
nap, i wrote and recorded a complete song for some other impending
disaster, that’s about it. at two in the morning it dawned on me that all
i had eaten the whole day was a veggie pattie sub and a milkshake at the
pickle barrel, so at two in the morning i made macaroni and cheese and
went to bed. what an odd day. special thanks in a sarcastic manner to the
plumber for replacing every pipe but the leaky one, and leakifying a new
pipe. people who read punk planet- could you check the review section
regularly? i sent some stuff in but don’t get the magazine myself, now
that firecracker books isn’t such a thing anymore. i’m reading a biography
of marcel proust right now. except for the whole gay french asthmatic
thing, we really connect on a number of points. is there a good marcel
marceau biography? if there is i could complete the triad (or if you will,
triforce) of marcel biographies, having researched duchamp earlier in the
year. or was it last year?
why aren’t more foods made like songs? i was eating a skybar yesterday,
which is a chocolate bar made in massachusetts that features four distinct
areas of filling (caramel, vanilla, peanut butter and chocolate) arranged
linearly (in bar form). this is good (really, it’s four bars in one) but
they probably didn’t think about the order too much. i’d like to eat a
candy bar that had some sort of thought-out sequence- a section to cleanse
the palate, then a build-up, a pay-off, and finally a release, maybe even
a tooth-cleaning element. i’m looking for a frankenstien snack food with
narrative. is that so much? i remember zippy the pinhead for one week
talked about a truncated conical taco that had the whole day’s food,
breakfast to desert, arranged linearly. why did no one roll with this?
more on comic strips- no one cares but i want to say that i really enjoyed
this
bailey. this is what there is to enjoy in beetle bailey. if i wrote a
book maybe i could explain this. barring that, you get it or you don’t, i
guess. also- jeff macnelly of “shoe” fame died some months ago with a huge
backlog of strips yet to be printed. i’ve been waiting patiently for the
last strip- what would the last joke be? would it be big and weird and
life-altering, or would it just be another shoe-asleep-at-desk
throwaway? well the other day i looked at the strip and it was drawn kind
of different. it’s now made by “jeff macnelly associates”. what a
gyp! they snuck the last one right by me, then continued on with some
forgery! tehy even sign his name exactly the same, then write
“associates” underneath. macnelly was a classic comics “craftsperson” like
ernie bushmiller, who refused to be identified as an artist. fair enough.
nader supporters march wednesday from wpi to green party hq near holy
cross- meet on the wpi green at 3:30, tie up traffic, drum on buckets,
wave puppets. all the girls know- green party guys are h-o-t hot.
i’m sooooo hungry. i bought a steamed bun at quan yin last night but left
it in the fridge. and because i stopped at the yin, i had that enya sail
away song stuck in my head all night. two things here. no- three:
joe from statue factor has a new band called “the faux” and has begun
spelling his name “jaux”. if you’ve ever seen him, you know that “faux” is
possibly the word you most want to hear him say over and over. “the
faowwwwwwww… the faowwwwwwwwwwww…”. the best thing i’ve ever seen at a
show is joe turning into a fussy zombie during a song and biting a kid on
the neck, that kid turning into a zombie, the two of them biting kids on
the neck until everyone at the show was a zombie, biting someone else.
bad news for everyone around me (including me)- i’ve been thinking about
very complicated things. oh yeah, shouts to chris willy mays hayes
for putting two of my songs in his theatrical adaptation of david foster
wallace’s “brief interviews with hideous men” fri sat sun at brown
university somewhere.
did you know that before he was on laugh in, tiny tim used to hang out
with lenny bruce in greenwich village? isn’t that great? they’d talk about
girls.
the new cat and bird hospital album (tentatively called “noise
thriller”) is almost done. it will most likely be ready by the
stories off a roof two weeks ago- he’s walking around with a cane. i guess
it’s one of those things you hear about where if he wasn’t drunk his body
would’ve tensed up and he would’ve done way more damage to himself. how do
you like that, handsome matt smith- you tensed-up straight edge death
trap? of course you could argue that if he wasn’t drunk, he probably
wouldn’t have fallen off the roof. eh. speaking of handsome matt, his zine
is called “girl problems” and it’s available for $.33 so
crust distro called “brian baker distro”, and he’ll send you a list if
you’re into that. key lines- “compared to him i was gandhi or some shit.”,
“…looked like a garbage dump and smelled like an 18th century
hospital.”. hmm… maybe i should start up a review section…
a few notes on link wray, and the show last night:
lw guitar not loud enough. lw should not be playing a fender strat,
marshall stack- should be playing cheap guitar, cheap amp. performing a
slow song he pauses to introduce his wife (on tambourine). sings another
verse, then “she’s a student at copenhagen university.”. lw is your basic
american rock star living comfortably in europe. lw signed my swan 7″ of
“jack the ripper” b/w “black widow”. it’s often neccessary to remind ones’
self that running around crazy at loud rock shows and doing the baby
dinosaur egg dance is super duper fun. lw held out his guitar and i played
it a little during a song (!). opened with “rumble”, closed with
“rumble”. yeah. hell yeah.
big ups to my man jonas who spreads joy and love and the putting on
snowpants dance to asheville NC. i’m soooooo hungry, but today after work
i’m rocking it to the pickle barrel with the triple threat (andrea,
ingrid, mbp) for a belly-bustin’ veggie patty sub
so it’s all good, as long as i don’t get a headache before then. oh that
reminds me- anyone who says half japanese isn’t punk can catch a fist in
the teef.
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