a piece of the post-birthday blues and on top of everything, it’s hot out, like, will-evaporatingly hot. yesterday i think it was the low air quality ssomeone heard about on the news that gave me an all-day headache because it wasn’t not eating or not drinking enough water or not taking a little nap or not talking to my friends or not being outside or not drinking enough coffee or not wearing a lemon yellow t-shirt. there was a show last night but i had to excuse myself to not be in a throbbing environment and take some advil and watch a marx brothers movie. it was nice.

lots of talk and thought in the past few days on the character of zeppo, who just might’ve been as they say, “the funniest one in real life”, in a way that didn’t translate to screen. also, zeppo as the bridge between the three primaries and the rest of the world, or as interpreter, but in any event, zeppo, despite all his qualities, being outside the magic. i guess there isn’t really much to say, i guess the question is: is there a lesson?

dag, it is hot outside! what’s up with that?

right now and last night the same as last year: i am listening to and watching one of the best sounds and smells– fireworks. additionally, i am dressed like a villain, and working towards true villainy. right now, even, i am underlit. BOSS

playing a show tomorrow (tuesday) in providence, at the stairwell gallery at i know not precisely when and with i know not exactly who. but i know this: theh bands are friends of natalja (of the good good) and one or more are jazz-cabaret-y and feature drums matched with singing. and there is me.

this weekend was the big anniversary party at collective a go go, 14 years old now. it was fun with dinner and dancing and lots of the character-rich faces of old friends. GT (of Phone Book fame) was in town and the next day i hitched my wagon to his train and we puttered around all day, walking to ML’s in the miserable sun, drinking fountain sodas, and telling fine stories. worcester’s most ballinest player 2007.

jjb buckmaster, famous of the terribles, and comic artist, displays for all to see his one enormous hand, in this photospread for all to see. to make it easier to understand, we have posed him with two items identical in size. it’s weird, i know.

no photoshop.

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all i have for this blog post is the title.

he’s a drunk.

“no thanks!”

i was really close to buying this at the supermarket the other day.

monday’s video show / iron chef was pretty fun, it wasn’t a pizza contest after all, and the secret ingredient was cinnamon raisin mochi– yikes. unfortunately i had to take the bus there and back, and on the way home missed a few buses and a few rides, and got stuck in providence until 4pm wednesday. i like providence and i have a lot of friends there, people who give me food and places to stay, but so closely missing so many ways back to sanctum can drive anyone plumb annoyed, even me. mike– somehow that last bus drove right past me as i stood at the stop downtown, and i had to hoof, cursing, across town before it left from the terminal. anyway i have only myself to blame and i had a good time on my extra days– traded some records to armageddon, had some soup, it was good.
records i got:

• black flag “my war” - i never got this when i was 17, so i had to get it now. i know i’ll get harsh words for this, but i wish i got “family man” instead.
• flaws “erect nation” - MT, ryan seaton, and gus from tiny hawks, making what i can best call “90s smart guy music”. and i’m on the label of the record. well a picture of me anyway. awesome.
• kites “hallucination guillotine / final worchip” - this rules. kites records are getting better and better in ways that don’t make the old ones bad. this one thanks (among others) amon duul II, so maybe that’s a decent jump-off. unfortunately there’s no nice geometric layout of all his homemade instruments, maybe because now he’s using more shelf and modified stuff, which doesn’t photograph as well, or maybe he’s trying to get away from that angle (hobbyist synths). anyway the liner notes list “BOX WITH HOLES, PEDALS, MICROPHONES, BLACK TRAP, HILL METWOR, SILVER 386, REVERB TANK, 8-WAY GRENADE, WALKMAN, ETC.”.
• musically MAD - i’ve been looking for these MAD magazine records for a while. this one isn’t really that good. i mean, it isn’t sonically what mad is visually. but spike jones already covered that territory i guess.
• can’t “private time (part 2)” - this is apparently the sequel to “private time”, which remains my favorite cassette release ever. nice personal screechy antagonism / way to love the horror. there is an acoustic guitar ssong, and my feelings that subject are a matter of public record, but it works out pretty good in the context of the record and the previous tape. many excellent life-affirming therapeutic buzzings. another nice thing is that the light in the pictures has the same quality as in private time part 1. total sunny bedroom, saying “legs are so weird– look at them down there!”. jessica (who is “can’t”) is the queen of homemade synths, and is in grad school for electronics design, which i am really psyched about.
• sonic chimp vol 1 - chimp rock comp from 1996, featuring teddy fire, discombobulated ventriloquist, larry marchall, glemun (which is brian chippendale’s early band?), trollin withdrawal, and many others. chimp rock is a messy fun spazzy new england brand of lo-fi, most famously exemplified by fat day. the trollin withdrawal guy lives in worcester now, according to the myspace. WTF.

by my records,

this is post # 2000. here’s a quick rundown of the next 2000 posts:

and remember:

Fujichia: success and viscosity!

2 - 5pm, 420 pleasant st worcester.

LET’S FUCKING GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

more pictures of shit getting stacked up after the break.
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