yester-eve’s show in fitchburg was aces high. all the boys played and dance party afterwards in the fitchburg singalong custom. handsome matt getting a hamper full of golf balls dumped on him during the models inc set. shaun kesslar stripping down to very tight black breifs and a batman t-shirt and people (ok, me) putting dollar bills in the elastic. jason beauchamp smoking his cigarette with style. the terribles playing with two bassists in a “wall of mud” fashion. the atrocious kids performing a song whose singalong chorus is: “we’re atrocious kids! we’re atrocious! [vomit sound]!”. i gotta say, it was pretty alright.
came home to learn that the dairy haus girls are in town but i have no way (it seems) of contacting them. this morning i mistakenly read my horoscope (i mean, i read it alright, every word, and that was my mistake, one i too frequently make). it said to get out of the house so i did. susie, in all honesty, this is a large part of the reason i did not go in to providence to play that show tonight- i would’ve had to have stayed at home practicing. of course, i didn’t play and here i am at home anyway so don’t make me no arguments because it’s clear who the loser is (me). went to secretly jess’s humphrey bogart movie festival at clark and caught the maltese falcon and casablanca. ate too much food at cafeteria. tomorrow easter dinner at my mom’s house– i’m sure jeremy (extremely body-conscious and respectable friend) would tell me to eat some fish, and admittedly, it would please me to eat some good fish– maybe that’s what my body wants, and besides i could eschew all sorts of industry problems via my uncle karl, a fisherman not by trade but no less a fisherman of no small talent/know-how. but i have a feeling that that would just make me feel bad in other ways. ah, it never ends. or to put it another way, it ends.
so it’s no small understatement to say that i’m no ace w/r/t the social grace, w/r/t divining exactly what people are talking about, but my understanding is that i’ve just been de-asked by phone to the high school prom. i was warned of an imminent ask by a hastily-scibbled message some days earlier, and since then i have been waffling on what my response should be. my consultants all green lighted it and in the spirit of bokononism i was tempted to “go anywhere anyone offer[ed] to take [me]” but you should know me by now- i’m a classic werewus. a mild sigh when she called to say she’s going with long-time chum. it’s all for the best of course- girl (who i barely know (a friend’s younger sister), and who looks to be my paramount fan (she was me for halloween i’m told, and we all remember the cc lowell thing)) has a dim conception of what a goon i am. plus i’m 23 (almost), i’m definitely creepy, i don’t like dance parties (i like sing alongs) and if i had had my druthers i would have really shlubbed up the scene in a red hoodie and blue dickies (with a collar & tie, naturally) (suits where the pants match make me extremely nervous). and i don’t eat meat so the accompanying meal is negligible. for even considering this option and, in a fashion, lamenting this loss of ridiculous possibility, i feel indebted to mary wilson, who asked me last year (two years ago?) to the prom and i indian gave on the issue. turnabout’s fair play i guess. i don’t know, it would’ve been nice to go out somewhere i guess.
what a great day i had! first some early morning hanging out & pancake eating. then a certain friend (let’s call her m#1) called in sick and drove me and cool von breeze out to western mass (while listening to the judgement night soundtrack) where we ate burritos and record shopped and saw usa is a monster, a great loud band from who knows where. the show was supposed to be at the flywheel but i guess the band that whoever booked the show booked to play with Our Very Loud Friends was some abhorable faschist band (a gentleman on the scene described night said band played his house as “the worst night of [his] life”). in short, folks were scared and rightly so i guess, and scared of confrontation, and rightly so i guess. show was quite reasonably declared officially canceled, and the friendly bands proceded to rob attacks’ grandma’s basement, in nearby wilburham, where rock was had, and what’s more, jellybeans were eaten. rode home listening to gorilla biscuits, only to find upon reaching my destination: 1). that a housemate of mine had made a very successful dumpster run including not just donuts and pastries and bread but oranges, kale, other veggies, and numerous large blocks of ritzy name-brand white chocolate. zow! 2). that nicky revs, david r moore, krissy ruts and chris willy mays hayes “just happen[ed] to be passing through worcester at 0100 hours”. well raw shaw daw! talk of many things including the judgement night soundtrack. i was offered a ride back to nyc with them tomorrow, and verily i would like to go, but i am an honest puck and i promised i would be in fitchburg friday to see the show, to appear in the new the scientist/alex curtin production, and if neccessary, to play guitar or maybe drums in the secret wars reunion show, should the rest of the band be unable to appear. uh oh.
the important news is that mike “the bird” leslie is back in town. changes of note- a single dreadlock, six months of beard (which as anyone who knows mike leslie will attest, isn’t so much, and is primarily neck). today he and i made cool wooden cell phones too annoy people, read zines, and told stories (his in his inimitable go-nowhere style: “once i got this big bruise on my arm and i took a picture of it in the mirror but then my dog ate the camera.”). tomorrow USA IS A MONSTER plays the flywheel in easthampton. they are, i am led to believe, insanely loud, with guerrero-style multiple amps, and what’s more, a four foot cab lying face down on the ground. shit. oh, and no one forget about the show at kill whitey’s in fitchburg this friday. show and fitchburg should be all you need to know, but i’ll throw in: king tuff, models inc., the terribles, secret wars, the regret, and maybe the bad personalities. kill whitey’s = the wayward boys’ basement. if this doesn’t interest you, who are you anyway?
so first of all, to clear up some confusion, the cds, while new, do not contain new music. it’s just a professional pressing of “ordem e progresso“. but i stress- i would still like very much for you to get one if you don’t already have it, of if you’re a fujichia completist, or if you just want to support me and be extra nice. anna gregoline- i send you stufff out tomorrow. all others, i’m sorry but i lost a lot of my old email- please resubmit orders.
beantown zinetown was a goodly amount of fun on saturday– i distributed a mess of my new zine “pull the strings” (which i actually have some problems with but oh well) and sold a mess of cds to saps unsuspecting and the other kind. i did my pitches and hustles and what not, but i didn’t actually talk to many people, becasue i have problems. i’m led to believe that there were a lot of nice people there. ha! as promised, we set up a worcester table and it was great. i got lots of good stuff, which i’m still delightfully going through, but the best stuff so far has been stuff from my friends (like the myrtle ave zine “faces of the assassin”, and kevin driscoll’s unnamed pamphlet, and, well, everything). i will get extra copies of these and put them up on the website for easy purchase this week. i will separate the wheat from the chaff and post reviews, and write nice, private letters. more on the subject of zines when i finish the stack.
sunday i chimney swept, saw the goonies on film at clark, and rode in the snow (wtf?) to the blvd diner with murray and cool breeze. today walked around doing errands with my man yoni (sp?) and that’s about it. dropped off some cds at jelly’s on park ave. spent some of my housesitting money wisely- sonic youth “dirty”, de la soul “3 ft high and rising”, and at the comic book store “goodbye chunky rice” and “hey, wait”, two sad and gorgeous graphic novellas.
it’s nice to be done with the cds and have a new zine out, but to be honest these things were always just the tip of the iceberg. i’ve got a number of things on my mind and just getting a package in the mail doesn’t help so much. maybe i should paint my room. i don’t know. goodnight everybody. geez, won’t it be great when summer comes?
the zine is going nicely and i am doing well with my time. the cds look great- everyone should buy one ($5 is reasonable i think). i’m still watching too much tv but i’m getting better at it (plus i’m only housesitting until tomorrow). let me say that i really like the new kylie minogue song, and, like my man cool breeze, i am a big fan of pink (or p!nk). btzt!
nevermind. my cds came today, right as i was about to go out. so i’ll have some in my bag when you see me. i want to be somewhat vigilant about getting some money for them, so i can hurry up and put a new cd out soon the same way. oh, and contact me if you live in or represent not worcester and would like to be on my street team.
i ride home in the snow from nicky’s house to wait for my cds, excited, as they are scheduled to arrive today. i wait all day. now, there has been a rescheduling. now they won’t be delivered until tomorrow. burroughs: “the first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait.”. now i have to ride back to nicky’s to feed the dog and give him his pills, sleep, give the dog his pills in the morning, then ride home again and wait all day.
something timbro recommended me [to try] and i recommend you [to try]: substituting avacado for butter in any recipe, esp. chocolate chip cookies. especially chocolate chip cookies. action dan calls d.u.i. bars on a bike “wicked busted” but that’s just because he’s a snobosaurus bicyclus. fyi- d.u.i. bars are when you have a road bike with the swoop down handlebars and you spin them upside down, named after the convicion that takes away your drier’s license. 4 times out of five when you see handlebars like these, you’re looking at someone with a previous drunk driving conviction. also known as “the jackalope”. personally, i think it rules.
so i’ve been watching a lot of tv. some things- new anti-smoking ads feature camcorder shots of direct action scenarios. pretty alright. natalie imbruglia has a new video that features her riding around suburban australian streets on a bike with dui bars on it. pretty alright.
last night watched “invasion of the body snatchers” and “annie hall”. this morning is the third consecutive day i had ranch dressing flavored ruffled potato chips for breakfast. i’m listening to the tubeway army cd, but only the live stuff at the end. i love the drums, and i love the way they’re mixed.
