today i was chopping wood and i stopped to talk to matt hallas walking down the path from the driveway. with that germs tape i’m always listening to turned down to 1 on my outside jambox i felt a mosquito start to sting. a mosquito! yeah i’m pretty ticklish but you know those really thick hairs that show up on your arms sometimes? i’m not bragging or nothing but i can sit at my keyboard and feel them suddenly grow, which happened just four minutes ago on the back of my hand one inch back from the base of my thumb. true story.
i’ve been eating a lot of pancakes lately. i know it’s the season of lent, and it’s common to eat a lot of pancakes right before lent but it’s like i been telling people and trying to hear myself- there’s no time to wait until just before the next lent.
what happened? wednesday i had to cook and my hair kept falling in my face so i went out to the driveway and cut it off (the hair, not the driveway). what did i cook? pancakes for dinner of course! thursday kpars arrived at my doorstep unannounced to delight, and i made her watch that freddie the freshman looney tunes i like so much. saturday we had pancakes with mel and played some pinball with cassi and gooned it over to radio shack with dad smith (but they didn’t have what i wanted). that night was the show at the spacement and walking over with kpars and cassi i thought i was going to throw up. do i need to say why? can i not say why going into that building made me so nervous? can i get by with saying that that was the building that changed my life, that changed my vision of what life was / should be? that, with the exception of that which i held inside me, i feel i let the wonders within slip casually through my fingers into nonbeing and in so doing significantly further the saddening of a sad city? is that ok? ok. i messed up a lot, which i guess some people think is endearing but it makes me mad and some people think i’m faking but i promise you i’m not. the real matt carroll got it on tape and i’m eager to watch. caramia says i swore more than she’s ever heard me swear. i don’t know, i guess it went pretty good. and the terribles rule.
i sleep enough and not too much so why am i so tired lately? early onset spring fever? shit, i’ve been in new england long enough, i know we still have another miniwinter on the way.
lately all i’ve been doing is silkscreening shirts for downhill battle except for today when mike gave me his old big coat and i double-breasted it, resewing the zipper over by the shoulder real nice. can’t decide between whether i need a nap or a reverse nap (a quick bike ride) and i think the only reason i want to do the latter is because i want to put the coat on again. just like how when i draw in my sketchbook and go back and look at the page twenty times the next day out of pride.
it’s been confirmed, there’s definitely a picture of nicky revs and holmes wilson of downhill battle fame activating in miami in the news section of this month’s MRR. good eye, mike t!
the new mp3 is a song off the new cd – noodles inc.. it’s dad smith’s hardcore band remixed without vocals, vocals having been replaced by musique concrete elements like cats meowing dishes breaking and electronic sound poems. the end of the cd is the mixed down results of the fujichia participation line, when i had people call up my answering machine and clear their throat, sing a note, a higher note, and a lower note. this informaiton was organized in a variety of ways to provide relaxing and intriguing closure to a busy noisy mess. additionally, the cd is screened in two colors and comes in a handpainted color sleeve with a 32 page booklet. to order, please send an email to jacob at fujichia dot com. the cd is $5 post paid.
you’ll also note the new addition to the list of artists– that’s right, fujichia.mom. in other updates, i AM playing a show on friday, but not at the space, rather, in the basement below, a quieter show, more like a party. but i’ll be there, probably going on at 8pm. there will also be a great performance by the providence puppet posse about camillio vivieros, a friend of mine who is still facing enourmous untrue charges based around protests at the republican national convention in philadelphia in 2000. you do not want to miss this.
today nick and holmes got an award of sorts, in the form of a cease-and-desist letter from capitol records. why? because of downhill battle’s involvement with grey tuesday, that’s why. the short answer is that it’s all copyright bullshit, the long answer you don’t need from me because there’s the link and you should be following up on this as it could be bigger than 2 live crew v roy orbison or negativland v u2.
oddly enough, i also got mail from the music industry today, but my mail had a check for $13.86, part of a settlement i was involved in for illegal cd price fixing. i also got a nice letter. from someone else. i also ate pizza and i also ate artichoke hearts. i also rode my bike in the beautiful weather. i also ran into a bunch of nice friends. i also had a very frustrating silk screening experience, but i also drank cola with cranberry juice and i also ate sugary cereal and i also used the term “hilarious cumberbund”.
eating anise bears, listening to that germs / void tape dad smith made me, the combination giving me a tummy ache. today we had a nice big brunch and afterwards the more excitable elements played some hide and go seek in the barn. i used to hate hide and go seek, now i like it because i tell myself with a vague and somehow comforting menace that it’s “good practice”. afterwards jbruce tried to teach us all how to whistle through our fingers but only matt zaccarino got it. me and kpars and number one and andrea and tim and rich houston went rough-housing in the woods, sliding down the frozen waterfall on our butts and bodyslamming each other into snowbanks and pointing out bigfoots in the distance to no one listening. got home and made a duct tape wallet and ate dinner and had some really nice conversations on inoperative cell phones with little benny houston. ben’s new catchphrase (which i fed to him, admittedly) plays like this: BEN: what’d you do today? YOU: today i went ice fishing (or whatever). BEN: you whaaaaat?????!!????!!??.
please continue everyone to give me cell phones you find on the street, or no longer need. i give them to kids and we have lots of fun.
yesterday i went to a birthday party for a beligerent, fall-down drunk named hairyman squirrely. it was a pretty good time- i ate goldfish crackers and pickle cupcakes. i fell asleep at number one’s house and when i woke up i found a remote control in my bra with the titties. what a night! (nb: melissa number one finished all the sentences in this paragraph).
oh yeah, the show at the ex-space got ankled, don’t know where it’s moving to.
steve has returned from guatelmala (where he says he heard the ghostbusters theme on the radio 8 times in a month of not actively listening to the radio, the ghostbusters theme being mysteriously popular in parts of south america). he’s across the hall from me right now and we have our doors open and we are discussing the etymology of the word “bling”. it’s a topic we’ve discussed before, he informs me, but so what. “bling” is a word derived from the non-existant sound of light reflecting off of diamonds or gold. like all modern words, it is a noun, a verb, an adjective, and an adverb. hey steve you’re reading this online after we talked about it twice. my mom is taking me out to dinner at the da lat. and how was YOUR day?
noodles incorporated cds came in yesterday and i’ve been screenprinting them up real nice (2 colors!). and now i have some. i’m working on getting the catalog up and running but send me an email or get one when you see me. they are $5.
last night i made t-shirts for downhill battle and made a little quick kickdown money doing so, money i’m going to use to mail out orders. when the noodles inc cds come (tomorrow or the day after) i’m going to walk around aggressively selling so i have money to buy more button parts and blank t-shirts, which i can print and sell in an effort to make rent. fujichia: operating extremely close to the wire.
hey number one- had had had had had had had (from kevin).
