roll the die
UG! i was pissed off all day waiting for some internet strangers to drag this couch out of the shop so i can get things in a better order for incoming volunteers. well they never showed and i lost a day of my life and i missed seeing the syncromaids and now the store is totally torn apart (which i had to do to get the couch out of the back). COOL! they said they could come get it wednesday morning– who wants to go to the store to help them? not me, but it has to get done (which means no one except me will do it).
stormed home in a bad mood hating all life– i was even accidentally at the front of a new year’s eve parade scowling in the TV camera. got home and ate some and watched a little bit of my favorite movie (dracula) and caught the 6:00 fireworks from my front step- the closest i’ve ever seen them. i feel better now but that doesn’t mean everything in my life is suddenly awesome. i wrote a “year in review” but it’s a total downer and one thing i learned this year is that no one wants to know how you’re doing if it’s bad, and people who need people are fucked. there’s no party in worcester because no one in worcester can get their shit together. instead everyone’s going to providence, which i thought would be an escape for me but the other thing i learned is that there’s no escape.
this saturday (the 5th) i’m playing a show at the q, which is the pathetic coffee house on chandler st towards tatnuck square. it’s me, the foundation, and “i hate them”. it’s billed as a dance competition, but i don’t play dance music (and i resent bands telling me to dance). bring your own booze and hide it on your person. i don’t know what time the show’s going to be at but i bet i’m going to play first. this is the place where the guy didn’t know what earl grey was, and the fucking edward gorey ripoff asshole’s pictures are hanging up everywhere.
this wednesday (the 2nd) there’s a show at the go go, with terribles bone zone and black rainbow (erick lyle’s new band). this is going to be the last punk show ever at the go go, because ML’s moving out and after that no punks will ever move in (because it’ll be all people with careers). there’s a show at mr worcester on the 12th, which is the saturday after next– i think the rowdy ones are playing.
I think Sam Boyd might be moving into the gogo! Maybe!
Skip out on the Q and come to the N.Brookfield VFW and hang out with babies, it’ll be fun, I swear!
Fuck all, man, stop doing what you don’t want to do! Or just change things, put YOUR art on the Q’s walls! Start organizing more shows at the firehouse! It’s the new year and we have the world and it’s totally malleable! Exclamation point!
Sorry, I just don’t want you to be bummed out, remember that tomorrow is not New Year’s Eve, the worst holiday in the world, but a different day where you could make and do and be.
If that doesn’t work, either watch “Monkey Business” or listen to “It’s Spooky” and if you don’t smile, well, I’ll be a baboon’s uncle. Never mind, I don’t want to insult the baboons. With a hey-nonny-nonny and a ha-cha-cha!
sam, i appreciate your enthusiasm, but your comments are really meaningless. i am doing what i want to do- i’m finishing what i started, or possibly moving what i started into weird territory. sometimes it sucks, but, well, “sometimes it sucks”. as DSB said, NO FIGHT, NO GET.
damn, jacob.
yeah, sgc, it’s malleable, but sometimes along the way of malley-ing it or attempting to malley it, things go wrong and stupid crap strikes you down. then you are down, and it sucks.
new year’s… I went to worcester & avoided providence. I heard the DP was packed with people, both floors & the alley. no escape. instead I almost set little andrew’s hair on fire lighting off fireworks from the forbes back porch. it didn’t catch on fire, but his head did/does smell like burnt popcorn… sorry andrew.
I agree that things can suck, I should know, a lot of sucky things have happened to me, but there’s always the metaphorical “spilled milk”, you know? There’s always that next project around the corner, forget the shit and move on, that’s the way I roll at least!
this is completely asinine. sam, i refuse to take life advice from you. jean, thank you for sticking up for the sovereign dignity of an experience.
jacob, just because ML is moving out does not mean the end of punk shows at the gogo. i think you’re line of reasoning on this one doesn’t work out and is pretty unfair to a lot of your pals that have jobs and are doing really positive things. i’m gonna talk to you on the telephone about this later.