nick said i should so i did, i set up a twitter account. add if you need. because i can, i integrated it into the sidebar, but maybe that’s declassé. oh, i never know what side of privacy diminishment i’m on…
UPDATE it’s only a few hours later but i’ve de-integrated (?) the twitter from the sidebar. i don’t know, i feel like it’s too drastic a change in tone, or syntax. and i wanted people to be able to choose their level of involvement with the minutia of my life (which is why on the front page there are jumps right to fujichia releases, events, and other projects). if you want to dig for it it’s there, but, well, let’s just say it– i don’t want girls i have crushes on to log on and see “still scratching butt” presented in the same forum as, i don’t know, all my brill pill exegeses on 1960s ghoul-group records. see? this is already embarrassing!
uh, the show tonight is at the firehouse in worcester, not firehouse 13 in providence.
wednesday night’s show was fun and i got a lot of zines and stuff, plus the new onion flavored rings several inch record, the one with the tite ML cover. i got elbowed really hard in the ribs– who left their elbows out? still really sore but without even a cool bruise. meredith and greg “fatal” harvester were there, i was so psyched to see them. hi greg! hi greg’s coworkers! last night went to providence to see black rainbow again, plus dungeoneer and a new jo dery + natalia band called baba yaga. it was in a totally moldy basement– pretty awesome. my favorite part of the night was meeting someone who was an electronic arts phd student at RISD and being like “oh, i’m an electronic artist– i made 420cats.com!”. anyway their intro line: “oh, someone gave me your number to talk to you about the torah as an early example of hypertext.”. sure don’t get that every day. or ever. well, once.
for what it’s worth, i had a really good new year’s eve- nothing super spectacular, i didn’t dance (because i don’t like dance parties, i like singalongs), i just walked around the dirt palace (i mean, the “trid ecalap”) and talked to people. sometimes party talk is frustrating, because you can’t get “a good conversation” with anyone. but that’s ok. i laid the groundwork for good conversation, and cleared up a few “we kind of know each other, but is this circumstantial or do we actually enjoy each other’s company?”-type unaskable questions. didn’t kiss anyone on new year’s eve, only on the fake preemptive countdowns a few minutes early, and only jenine and charlie, who i’d be with all year anyway if years past are any indication (which is good).
sam gascan art show at HBML today (friday) from 5 to 8pm with chips. show at the q with the foundation and i hate them, saturday at 8pm. my understanding is that i hate them is not an i hate myself cover band.
UPDATE: “i hate them” is actually “i hate zen <3″, and contains lowell harrison, aka “short harrison” (only so called because his hair is short and his dad, gray harrison,’s hair is gray. see also long harrison, curly harrison).
gray rainbows abound and move up the food chain- wednesday fishes, friday cats. well. a cat, but it was gray at least. we had an art opening at the store (drawings and paintings by john guida) and it was pretty tight and someone’s school librarian brought cookies. also a tabby cat with a big fluffy tail walked in and stayed and was adorable. after everyone left it was me and the cat hanging out and me saying “what am i going to do with you?” while the cat sat upright on its haunches purring into my armpit. well, i called people for advice and the general consensus was “if you love something set it free” so that’s what i did and the next day it didn’t come back, so yes, it probably was just a neighbor’s cat out exploring, regardless of how freaked out it seemed by being outside.
next up: gray puppies, gray ocelots, gray horses, gray coelecanths, gray minivans, gray girlfriends, gray skies, gray monuments, gray goo, gray oceans. something has to give.
UPDATE: i just want to stress that this cat was super adorable, and followed me around the entire time.
from dan wars:
I dont know how much Worcester kids know about Boston Folk Lore figures, but Mr Butch passed away today. He was involved in a scooter accident ( he had recently bought a vespa, I know, right). Mr Butch was a great street person, complete wingut, musician, bum, hobo, tramp, punk rocker, soul man, artist, booze hound, guy who stands on the corner yelling, busker, and friend. He will be missed. There will be a memorial on Monday, the 16th of July on Harvard ave infront of Regeneration, 155 Harvard Ave. 8pm
mr butch was for a period of time the security guard at regeneration, HBML’s sister store in boston. i only met him once, he was laughing and yelling, real happy, and crossing the street. god bless.
mr butch wikipedia page
mr butch fansite (with videos)
UPDATE- the memorial has been postponed- see comments for more info.
i should be readying the planetarium for tomorrow, but i stopped to check my email only to discover that the first snow ghost community show is now online! i haven’t watched all of it yet, and i have to get back to furious activity until ~9pm tomorrow, but i watched the first 5 minutes and it rules. opening animation from our pal sam gas can, several shouts out to HBML (official sponsor of the SGCS), and with special guest, famous pacifist and nuclear weapons protester scott shaeffer-duffy, talking about (what else?) the 3 stooges. EPIC!!!!!
UPDATE it seems the video might work better coming from archive.org.
hey, i’m playing a show tomorrow (tuesday) in providence, at julian’s, on broadway. i don’t know what time the show is at but i think brian said “after we close”, so if you’re in providence just look for flyers. i also don’t remember who the show is with, but there’s someone else with whom i am “a perfect match”, a proposition i find, well, unlikely, and this isn’t me being egotistical so much as pessimistic, defeatist even. the important part is that julian’s is a restaurant with really good root beer on tap. i’ll be singing new songs but i don’t have any more copies of the new tape, as i ran out of tapes and don’t right now have money to order more and that’s the way some cookies crumble sometimes.
one thing you should be aware of if you come to julian’s for dinner beforehand is that they have two kinds of ketchup, regular and the other kind. if you like ketchup, get the regular ketchup- it is exactly what you want. if you don’t like ketchup, the other ketchup really isn’t going to change your mind about ketchup. i think the secret reason they have the other ketchup is so you can be presented with the option and choose the regular ketchup, and say to yourself, hey, i may be eating these luxury french fries, but i’m using the same ketchup they use the world over.
UPDATE guys, i’m an idiot, the show at julian’s is on the 17th, which is not the tuesday mentioned in this post but the tuesday after. MY B.
this easter morning me and my friends at hollywood st decorated and hunted for eggs. well, i didn’t hunt them, as i hid them, but it was good just to observe. the living room is pretty small so we decided the best route to go was blindfolded. after a while i started calling out hot/cold to specific people, which had the result of everyone instantly swarming that person/going to the place of greatest activity. not as good maybe as the beer hunt that went down in providence but the world is wide with many things within. anyway it’s like ginsberg said- i rarely get an egg for my breakfast even thought my work needs an infinite amount of eggs to come to birth in eternity.
other resurrection shit this morning was watching “zombie” again, or at least the part where the zombie fights the shark, and it really only speaks to the supreme majesty and impenetrable mystery of the deep that, while this is my personal top zombie film moment, it hardly places in the category of “top underwater footage”. ok, time for me to eat chili.
UPDATE: after the chili we watched cool hand “i can eat 50 eggs” luke! no plan, it was just a movie they had meaning to watch for days, contributing to egg mania for serious, and adding a cool “no redemption” cast to the day.
i let this diorama thing become a hassle, in that i’ve extended the deadline too many times (all the way to tomorrow), and i started to take it personally when people didn’t come through. anyway i realize this is counterproductive (to feel this way), so i’m working on a new tactic for next time- strict rules and cash prizes. i don’t know what the next big collaborative community project is going to be, but i want to do another, and do better publicity beforehand, and all that. any ideas on what this next project might be, drop me a line.
also, i was thinking about using the idea “cash prize” as an impetus for getting more homemade stuff at the store- is this a good idea? i was thinking there would be a monthly (or bi-monthly?) $50 prize (30 cash, 20 store credit) for the best new item. the rules would be that it has to be at least in part homemade (altered clothing, cds, zines, jewelry), and it can’t be just one thing, you have to bring in 5 items (in one month) to be eligible (5 copies of that one thing or 5 individual things). is this a good idea, a good idea that needs tinkering, or a bad idea that needs serious reworking? weird homemade shit is the main reason i got the store started, and i need to light fires under the maximum numbers of asses. i want more zines, more cds and tapes, more jewelry, more cool fucked-up clothes. the market is there (people really buy clothes with dumb shit sewn to it), so step up!
providencers- talk to jenine about getting your dioramas to worcester.
UPDATE i just want to say that all the dioramas i got are totally awesome and i consider the dioramarama to be a complete success.
tonight there was a last-minute phone book show, because j-skon is in town and wanted to play a show himself (as “candy secruity”). it was kind of a bummer because practice always rules and we did what we do during practice (which really isn’t practice so much as free swim), but i’m still only ever loud enough in our tiny practice room, and my phone book guitar broke so i had to play my other one which is not in tune past the fourth fret, and these things combined meant i wasn’t steady enough to go all out, which is the only way we can succeed (pretty much). the countess recently inherited some manner of 6′ cabinet, we talked tonight about me getting a head and the two of us sharing it. if that comes through i’ll be able to cross the first line of my three step phone book plan (which goes on from “get a really loud amp” to “put out a 7″” and “go on tour”). jim and i agreed not to play another show until we’re “on it”, or alternately “all up in it” or even are “it”.
candy security was like a burroughsian nate dogg, or anyway that’s what i felt it was going towards. ok, that’s what i would have liked for it to have been. with video projections.
i’m making a calender to sell at the store. if you’re about to buy a calender for the new year, don’t. if you already have a calender, convince yourself that you don’t like it. they drop friday (hopefully).
oh my god, i forgot to mention the best part of tonight’s show, which was jim wearing a silver velour sean john jumpsuit. yes.
UPDATE interested parties have until friday to get their birthdays in for publication in the calender. of course, if i put your birthday in, i’ll expect you to buy one (at $3 - $5).
