yeah, snow day! this is why it pays to work at a community college. oh,
any of my boys (or girls) who want a union suit, they’re $7 at bldg. #19
so get there quick fast in a hurry or
with me and i’ll walk down and get you one and silk screen the new
(!) fujichia logo on the back. sizes up to XL, king. handsome matt smith-
i covet your dee-dee king album (dee-dee ramone rapping in a funny way i’m
told).
. just another odd note in the litany of indignities
silently and oft-unknowingly oblidged, including but not limited to being
the subject of song,
the namesake to an exceptionally leaky turkish water pipe, and the “secret
word” at x > 1 space meetings, resulting in primal scream therapy at
a mere mention. thanks
“snaps”. foghat is mary’s tag, though she didn’t draw this.
man, al bums is such a shitty place. it’s a used record store with a huge
collection of vinyl, and the people running it are asshole jocks i went to
high school with who don’t give a shit about any of
it. i go there and they’re playing bad cafe bravo euro night techno. if
someone who cared was in charge of it, it would be one of the best places
in worcester. now the only thing that’s good about it is the owners are
such meatheads they don’t know the real value of anything. so yes, that
means $4 for salvation army stuff, but it also means $4 for iggy and the
stooges, the smiths, albert ayler. snag. peace to the few nice guys that
work there and put up with mad bullshit.
oh yeah- with “i hate you” lyrics!
i hope to never meet anyone who likes heavy metal magazine a lot. watched
the movie yesterday- why’d i do that? hey everybody, if you have questions
of any sort, be sure and ask
greg greg with a quickness. etiquette, romance, housekeeping, animal
husbandry– HE KNOWS. or HAS A RUDIMENTARY UNDERSTANDING. or IS WILLING TO
MAKE A GUESS AND WHO’S TO SAY YOUR GUESS WOULD BE ANY BETTER?
: a
site based on a game based on a contest based on a plea based on a whim of
mine. if last month was the month of big crazy things happening, perhaps
this month is the month of previous whims of mine becoming realized, what
with this and the impending renaming of Our Man Flannery to Cool
Breeze. oh, for those of you looking for actual information on the robot
finds kitten game (which is really quite nice and relaxing), see
leonardr’s
page. or if you’re an open source developer, see the
friday i went to an antiflag show and lost one of my watches. tragic. i
gave the other one away. i mean- what’s the point? antiflag- not a good
band, but it was fun to dance around and circle pit. handsome matt
sprained his finger by pointing too hard.
they got ousted by the unseen who (fittingly) couldn’t even make it to the
show due to van troubles. boooo. special shout-out to my man andy gondiva
for sliding us in to the show for gratis- you’re a prince! saturday was a
basement show in allston at which no one got to see fat day or lightning
bolt on account of the show getting broken up by mad cops at the
culmination of fat day setting up equipment. but on the other paw i saw
art (for art’s sake) and got to talk to the guy from guernica with the
teeth who i have a crush on! plus bigfoot paul was in effect so bling
bling!
hooray for animals and children and plants and minerals and debris! a new
(old) story is written (assembled), and
it smells like deep orange mulch. listening to “revolver” in bed the other
night- i woke up looking at the sleeve. the first thing i saw upon
awakening was the hi-fi information of the sort they printed on record
sleeves of the time. the very first thing i saw was “cannot become
obsolete”. oh what a world what a world we live in.
that’s entertainment (on park ave) has a roomful of comics for 25 cents
apiece- i performed a rudimentary flip-through and scored some green
lantern, some spider man, some silver surfer, and a cracked magazine. i’m
liking bang pow zap comic books now, with thier convoluted yet simplistic
worlds and soap opera plots. did you know that dr. octopus almost married
peter parker’s aunt may? fact! here’s your damn folk art, asshole. comic
books.
man- i don’t write anything yesterday, people are calling me, seeing if
i’m alright- that’s sweet. letter from david r. moore describing
put. from now on i’m not telling anyone about the projects i’m working
on. people will ask and i’ll lie. i’ll tell them that i’m working on a
novella in which a man turns into a giant cockroach. i’ll tell them i’m
working on a book based on the oddessey (sp?) and set in ireland. i’ll
tell them i’m working on a movie set in the fiorello laguardia high school
for the performing arts. that reminds me- i have to send my new cds to
blaze berdahl (lenni from tv’s ghostwriter, the girl from pet
sematary) for no reason. and oh yeah- greg greg is going to start an
advice column for interview with a frankenstien / this webpage. send your
life questions and botherations post haste to
won’t
be sorry.
got a job at
some auto parts store- she hasn’t worked in 4
years. she got this job yesterday and yesterday we went to see born dead
icons and from ashes rise. she got nostalgic for her life as a crust
punk. “i can smell my past in here! i’m a lie!”. incidentally born dead
icons fucking rule. and the girl at the door wrote “yes” on my
hand. yes. i miss writing funny stuff on people’s hands while working door
at punk rock shows. oh, Sad.
call in your fond regards because our man
away soon,
to tennessee and gainesville. don’t worry too much- he’s coming
back. what’s more is he’s leaving an ian and coming back a cool breeze,
as his name change will be legal on or around the 14th. and if you need to
ask why then you don’t know our man; he’s a loveable, cartoonish
oaf. also note- i attached this name to him initially. score.
ooohh… my adorable squeaky voice of the past few days has transmogrified
into a honk, and is now an inaudible whisper. the only way i can be heard
is by the constant drinking of hot chocolates. the npr woman described
today’s weather as “blustery”. naturally i feel blustered. also, will
someone buy me that empty church downtown? i know some of you out there
are mad loaded. buy me a church. if you don’t, no one will. i’ll live
there, put on shows in the basement- there will be artist’s lofts… only
two million dollars. a steal, really.
last night i was listening to enoch light and the light brigade “provocative percussion volume 2″. it’s so good. enoch light and the light brigade (and all successors) have great looking / sounding albums- it’s all ping-pong percussion music, always alliterative album assignations (based on the big hit “persuasive percussion”), always bauhaus or faux-haus covers with white backgrounds and big bold geometric shapes in black or red. the liner notes are always about stereo separation, RIAA curves, microphone minutia, tracking, wow and flutter. and the music rules- remember that one of the goals of the record is to test your record player (hofstadter’s record to break record players anyone?) so it’s fast and there’s a lot of tonal variation in a small amount of time. they’re all pretty much the same, but this is why provocative percussion volume 2 is the best one- about halfway through the second song there’s bongo solo that goes right into a marimba solo or something, but right between the break, in the left ear only, you can hear someone take a breath. it’s awesome. it’s a needed (though no doubt accidental) reminder that no matter how mathy and meticulous and tight, this is music by people.
on a similar note- this weekend me and my rowdies went to a dance party and got kicked out for being smelly. well, not kicked out, but the dj refused to spin any more and left the room. really, none of us smelled so bad. still, a victory is a victory i guess. remember this you abercrombie white hats- funk comes from a dark warm place.
look- new article. the boy keeps his word
for once. now as for the MP3 situation… . oh, everyone- repo man is
playing at clark at 7:00 in jefferson 320, then stick around for secretly
jess and li’l andrew’s definitely cute country band. jess is a girl
squirrel, andrew is a puppy dog. andy gondiva plays bass. he’s an otter,
maybe.