i hsould note that each call on the participation line will be cut up into it’s constituent elements (throat clear, note, higher, lower) and shuffled in with all the rest (all the throat clears, then all the first notes and so on), making it impossible (or nearly so) for anyone to pick out which voice is yours and laugh at you.
our humble narrator plays house show despite extreme stress! this saturday the 18th in providence, at m taylor’s house on tinsdale (or is it tynsdale?) street, with halo perfecta, anton bordman, the body, manbeard, liger, rainy day regatta and drum-drum (danton bordman’s drum duo (with one other person)). starts at 7pm, alledgedly, email difficult t for more info (mike is this ok that i advise people to email you?).
ok, the fujichia don’t-spectate–participate line is still up and still running but it won’t be for long, so call now while you have a chance. a call will cost you a minute of your time (plus long distance charges to worcester) and will net you a very small part on my next album (which is going to be fuckin the best). the jist of it is: <jist> did you ever notice how at a basketball game, the “aiiiiir baaaaaall” chant is always the same notes? this realization led me to wonder if everyone has a default musical note that they sing, when asked to simply “sing a note”. it’s my want to record as many people’s default notes as possible, and string them all together to make a song. while i doubt that i will come across any profound scientific realizations, i do think there will be a profound emotional effect from hearing hundreds of people all singing more or less the same thing, one after the other in a vary rapid fashion. to help me achieve my goals i ask that you call 508.792.2579 (helpful mneumonic aid: dial JØ vs WACK Rx). when prompted so to do (at the beep), clear your throat, sing a note, then a note that’s higher than that one, then a note that’s lower than both. please leave your name so i can thank you in the booklet, and if you want to leave any other monkey business please do. please remember, this is for science so no artsy funny stuff, just actual people really singing. everyone’s invited, so be sure and get mom and dad and big sis to call as well.</jist> do it right now! don’t be such a pisspockets!
what can i say? i’m not feeling the internet right now! i’ve got lots of projects needing my attention right now, so write me letters, call the participation line (508.792.2579 – do this now), let’s hang out, ride bikes, go on dates, draw, have bands, make zines, have brunches, dumpster dive, play kickball, chop wood, make treeforts, have sit-ins and so forth. but let’s not just read about each other on the internet ok? this page will continue to exist, so you can order cds and t-shirts, and hopefully i’ll have some new cds and t-shirts and zines and buttons and patches in the catalog soon, things by me and things by my beautiful friends, so check in every now and then. but this day-to-day shit? a hiatus at least is in order. love, jacob bird hospital
going in to boston tomorrow for festival del pueblo, and to see the insane and theatrical hardcore outfit r.a.m.b.o.. i’m happy to see that the Hopeless Dregs of Humanity are on that bill too… remember them? they played fort worcester with the brigade andjesse impulse’s birthday party with fireball and dickens hotcakes.
yesterday i filmed some shots for the curtin bros / the scientist film “uncle dad”, and in doing so i swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste and it made me sick the rest of the day. having cleared out my system entirely earlier in the week i think i’ve become more susceptible to weirdness in the stomachal region. other than that i must say i’m feeling pretty ok. can’t elaborate too extensively, as dairy haus girl and cousin-of-dan-wars alyssa is taking me out to the yin in a matter of minutes. woo hoo! oh yeah, i also [yesterday] did some more work on my new hideout spot (don’t try and find it steve– it’s too clever), and silkscreened “fuck you” on the underpart of my shirt collar, in the back, the benefits of which should be, i would hope, quite clear.
