for well wishers and relatives only, my xmas
list.
pants acquired. army navy stores are one of the only things to like about
the army / navy. my cousins matt and scott are marines, as is holmes’ ex
roomate ramon (of samba cologne-having fame) - they don’t even have a
store so joke’s on them i guess. big ups to mike (purtle takes
worcester) leslie for clueing (sp?) me in to the awesome record selection
at the little store. the little store is worcester’s best thrift and if
you think it’s secret location is something i’m going to divulge on a
publicly-viewable webpage than sister you just don’t know what time it
really is, do you? i bought “88 lines about 44 women” and an assload of
springsteen and costello and bowie. 35 records, the perfect raincoat (the
green and blue slicker i’ve been looking for!) plus a sweater so green it
brings back painful memories- $12.50. yow!
thanksgiving very well and good thank you. the eating, the napping, the
hanging of spoons from one’s nose. now i begin my search for another pair
of pants, as the bum has worn out of my other pairs (too much sitting all
day). almost bought pants from sears yesterday. why / why not? who knows?
good hello goodbye to my friends and well wishers, many of whom are on
thanksgiving break and will not read this. i shall be on break as
well. new article when i get back, whose purpose is to give thanks.
will’s parents
have mad empty nest syndrome. also they have a very expressive
href="http://www.nindy.com/jacob/pics/a139.html">dog AND an annoying
href="http://www.nindy.com/jacob/pics/a233.html">neighbor! coincidence? anyway,
he’s coming home from brown university today, and as is the custom, his
parents will most likely give him mad loot to take his friends out to
dinner, and stock his house with the good yogurt, soda, cookies, and
sandwich-making essentials (will loves making sandwiches). thus we have
the days of milk and honey.
anyone considering getting the mike patton adult themes for voice album-
stop considering. get it. mike (faith no more, mr. bungle) patton, a
microphone, a 4-track and that’s all. recorded on tour, in a succession of
hotel rooms. YOU CAN stay in the rooms he recorded this album in- they are
all listed in the liner notes. of course you realize, this is for fans of
avant metal vocalists screaming into 4-tracks late at night ONLY.
worcester residents and visitors- the parkway diner is across the street
from the boulevard diner (on shrewsbury street), and while the
architecture is not nearly as good, the food is much better, excepting the
toast, which is really really really good, but still this much (fingers
close together) not as good as at the blvd. home fries: yeah. hell
yeah. tina weymouth bassline from the talking heads song “found a job” is,
in my opinion, the best bassline in recorded history. “more songs about
buildings and food” is such a good album, the paucity of songs about food
notwithstanding. an investigation into david byrne’s solo stuff is in
order. i suspect him of attempting nefarious (though
well-intentioned) deeds. preparations have begun on the xmas shopping
list, which will be online, as i have relatives far and wee. rekkids! tell
me what rekkids i should get! everyone-
href="mailto:i_suspect_him_of_attempting_nefarious_though_well-intentioned_deeds@fujichia.com">send
me your top ten lists, for the season, or ever.
i’m at jaybird’s today, skipping work for the third consecutive
friday. thanks greg greg for sending me a
story- otheriwse i’d have nothing once again. i bought some books and
i will read them. too much time sending out- not enough time taking
in. don quixote, oddessy, jungle books, nabokov… yeah. hell yeah. more
on quixote later- i’m on a borrowed computer at the tufts “craft
house” now.
how unusual. “pizza” the band name was actually a detriment last
night. the opening acts were all don caballero side projects and solo
sets. three band members, three acts, plus don cab.. they arrived a little
late, so no time for pizza. i imagine some part of the crowd were friends
of pizza (the band), and they were drunk (just as pizza (the food) and
beer are a one two punch), so all night people were chanting
“pizza! pizza!” and yelling at don caballero when they were onstage, and
throwing things. the band was super pissed-off, and rightly so- it fully
sucked. and the ruckus was due in part to the fact that pizza is a great
food, and a great thing to chant at any given moment. my conclusion- pizza
the band name sucks shit because pizza the food and pizza the word and
pizza the cultural phenominon are so damn good. oh- i really enjoyed the
one main drunk annoying guy yelling “the drummer is ruining your
band!”. that got a big laugh.
I have almost no right to make a note in this notebook, but seeing
as I guessed the password, I insist in concuring that pizza is, in fact,
the greatest name for a band of all time and will note that it is also the
greatest nickname for mike perron of all time. who do we have to thank
(for the latter)? why, brett robbins, of course. -
href="mailto: not_nicholas_reville_actually_jake@fujichia.com">nicholas
reville
who is with me (which is to say, who will drive me) to see don caballero
at the middle east tonight? my good friend art (for art’s sake) says each
member will do a solo set, then they will all do a set together. pizza
-the band with the best band name ever- is playing. if you like drums, you
need to see this band.
href="maiolto:i_will_drive_you_to_see_don_caballero@fujichia.com">come
on!
