playing tambourine for minimum wage
ok, moving backwards in time again:
ssaturday day was more filming of the cosby show at HBML, which is going good but painfully slow. i thought i could hype up a day and get a ton of people (or all the people that continually tell me what a good idea it is) to come in, but this was not the case. but even though there was never really the line of people i anticipated, we had good crowds, and a fair amount of people that just came in off the street only to be instantly corralled into this baffling activity. i think one more good day and it’ll be in the can, which will be good, because i really need to be finished with this and move on to something else. after that i took a nap, then the wheelchair show, previously mentioned.
the show at the go go on friday was good, i played my acoustic guitar and even got really really quiet for once, which was really nice. i saw john guida on the street earlier in the day and he had a book of william blake, so when i saw him at the show i played “how sweet i roamed from field to field”. but i forgot to play “number of the beast” like i had planned, and the bowie song (”fantastic voyage” from “lodger”) i had spent precious time figuring out. shai’s band was him and his sister, super cute and playing a variety of nylon stringed intruments, with occasional abstract lyrics i really liked. the points north was nice quiet music with air organ or flute, guitar held very upright, and booming bass drum w/brushed snare. the audience was lots of folks that i did not know, which was nice and made me feel less embarrassed for not having tons of new songs.
the bone zone / shell shag / this bike is a pipe bomb show in providence was awesome– lots of us wanted to go, so as previously stated, MZ rented a 15 foot van and we packed 18 people into it, singing ramones songs the whole way there, with fading down the music suddenly to sporadically solo the singalong. it was like church camp. then once the show started we danced and rowdied and had a good time. bone zone played first, which was cool because we all got nuts even before the first note and kept high energy the whole time, through shell shag (who were amazing) and pipe bomb, who played two encores! i love to see the pipe bomb band, and to talk to them and for both of us say wonderful things to each other. about a million years ago, back when punks lived on the farm, the pipe bomb band came and stayed a night, and really stayed up all night talking and goofing off and cooking big meals on the wood stove and swimming in the old swimming hole, now every time i see terri she tells me that was her favorite cooking experience, and she owns a restaurant. it always makes me happy, but also a little sad, to think that she carries in her mind a vision of my life from 6 (?) years ago, and neither one of us can go back (which is information i withhold).
halloween pictures not in because the dock is still packed up, which is the same reason my phone stopped working– the charger’s in the same box. i guess i don’t really have much to say about the party anyway, nothing for posterity.
sorry gang, back to actual ideas and some semblance of communication soon.
