Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Everything's Alright Forever - originally a journal entry from 9:36am Tuesday, Feb 18. I added a couple sentences here and there. But I didn't delete any words or phrases.
Let me recap my weekend for you. It went something like this:
woke up Friday afternoon unable to hear out of my "good" ear, and so whenever I speak, it seems like it's not me, but instead some scared child. Needless to say, i was quite freaked. I figured it might just take a day to fix itself. How wrong was I! So I worked Friday night, my usual shift, 7pm-7am. Working a 12 hour shift when you can't hear anything sucks. So by Saturday morning, I was reasonably wiggy, and so I basically figured I should try to see a doctor after work, since by the time I woke up, it would be too late to go to the doctor.
Because I was extremely worried now that the 2 months of being sick finally was hitting me where it hurts -- my "good" ear -- I decided to bite the financial bullet and visit a doctor, even though I have no health insurance at the moment. Now was also the first time I could AFFORD to visit a doctor, since I was unemployed for 2 -1/2 months between November and January. So I went, and when I got there, I filled out the usual paperwork and junk, and the receptionist explained that it would be $89 just for the visit, etc. I said okay, since I really had no choice at 9 o'clock on a Saturday. I get in there, and the doctor's assistant weighs me, takes my temperature, checks my blood pressure... at least those stats are good. Then the doc comes in, I tell him what's up, so he looks at my ears, listens to my breathing and looks up my nose and makes me say "ahhhh" and says "Yep, you definitely have a sinus infection. But I have enough samples I can give you to treat it, due to the severity and how long you've had it." Now, even though I kinda felt like I was cheating on my usual doctor, he was good. He's got steady hands, doesn't stutter and I'm sure that if he was taking my blood that he wouldn't blow the vein. Not that doctor's take blood tests themselves nowadays, usually they send you to the lab, so someone else can do it, and they can charge your insurance more. But today, the new doctor was my hero. So he loaded me up with a 14 day supply of antibiotics, supercalifragilisticmaximum decongestants, and nasal spray, I paid the 89 bucks and went on my merry way.
As luck would have it, the doctor was right next door to Pool Doctor, so I decided to pay my good friend Paul a visit at work. We chatted for several minutes, as he went across the street to get coffee at Dunkin Donuts. After a few minutes of conversation, he had to get to work, and I had to get home, so I could take my meds and finally go to sleep. Of course, I ended up coming home and playing Arkanoid on the Super Nintendo (he won because I got the crappy controller that only kinda works) until he left for work. So i got to sleep around 11:30. Quite the long day.
Woke up Saturday evening at 4:30 or so, so I didn't have a lot of time to do stuff before work. Went to work and Ilene called in sick (she left early Friday night because her 2-yr old son was sick and barfed all over her and stuff), so it was just me and Triple C minding the library. Not that it matters, as it will be just the two of us starting next week, with Ilene moving to the offsite library. Otherwise, just a typical worknight, albeit a crappy weekend in general. Got home in the morning, and stayed up way too late typing a blog entry and IMing various people who had just woken up. After finishing said entry when I just became to tired to spew forth anymore words. So I tried to post it, the screen in the browser went blank and gave me a network error message. So naturally, I was too upset to even think about losing it, since I stayed up so late tryping it and sacrificing sleep. Finally, at around Noonish, I went to sleep.
Sunday night, I slept til 5:30. Yoinks. Too late to watch an episode of "Ed." So I watched a repeat of "Dharma & Greg" on the WB while eating dinner. At least, I think that was Sunday. No, that was Friday night. I ate no dinner Sunday night. Anyways, I got to work as we were all wondering about what the snow would be like. The rest of the crew went to Bennigan's for break at 9ish to send off Ilene in proper style, since it was her last night on the crew. Someone had to stay behind and mind the library. Someone is me. But that's okay, as they brought me back the Dubliner I requested -- mmmm, steak and shrimp! Besides, I did some work and grooved to some Flin Flon and +/- while checking email and message boards. Of course, no one seems to post to the boards on weekends. Bah!
So it started snowing, and it snowed like a motherfucker! We had to move our cars to the South parking lot (I always park in the North lot). That was at like 2am and there was about 8 inches or so on the ground already. That did not bode well. So, of course, by the time I got out at 7am, it was ridiculous. But, it was not without it's life-affirming moments; as I was leaving, going out the way I never do -- to the South parking lot -- a guy walking in says "Good morning," and I say "Is it really?" He walks closer, and I look up and realize it's my old buddy Peer Kuhnt from college. I had thought I heard someone page him over the intercom last week, but I shrugged it off, because I usually mishear things, often to comedic effect. So I just said "Holy shit! Peer Kuhnt! How the hell are ya?" and he briefly encapsulated the last 5 years or so in a nutshell and says "What about you? Last I heard was you were going out to Washington state with some girl. How did that work out?" "Well," I told him, "We lived together for four years, three of them in Seattle, and it was great out there. And then we moved to Buffalo when she got into grad school at UB, and after a year or so there, she dumped me and I came crawling back home." "Sorry, man," he said. "Ehh, it's life, ya know? Besides, I'm happier now and things are going well."
It's just so funny, as how only the morning before this encounter, I had mused about how people drift in and out of our lives, and then BAM! I bump into Peer Kuhnt at work, of all places. It really is a small world, and no matter how much you travel, it all seems to come full circle. It seems almost like I hit a Life-Reset Button, and the last 7 years magically vanished, except I still remember it all. I mean, I'm starting a new career (again), I'm making difficult decisions -- like quitting my last job before having another one lined up -- and I'm seriously connecting to people in a way I haven't done since college. Maybe it's because I am more connected to myself. It sure took a lot to find me, I'll tell you what.
Maybe what Molly said about me was right. When we started communicating again, via email, last year or so (I can't keep track as the years go by so quickly), I was surprised she would be talking to me at all after the shit I pulled in college. Granted, back then she was a little uptight, but man, I was a loose canon! Rage seemed to be my superpower, like Ben Stiller's character in "Mystery Men." I blew up at her on a road trip from Oswego to Albany because she wanted to listen to the mixtape that had "How Soon Is Now?" by the Smiths on it, because I was so sick of hearing it at that point, because she and Annette (a different one than in my forthcoming book) requested it every week at the club where I would DJ. When I was having a shouting match with my then-girlfriend, Molly made the mistake of trying to argue with me and I threw a roll of toilet paper, whie she was standing no more than 6 inches from me, at the floor because I was trying to contain my bubbling rage, and when Maureen (the roommate) asked me to leave her room, I did so respectfully, and proceeded to twist an innocent ironing board into a very bent ironing board.
But anyway, Molly had told me, in an email, that it seemed like I was uncomfortable in my own skin back then. I honestly couldn't disagree with her. I hadn't thought that before. But reflecting on those years, I could totally catch glimpses of it. I think it really helped me to hear that. Recently, we were having a really great conversation over the phone, and I think we are way more similar as people now than I ever would have thought back when we were constantly seemingly at odds. I think that statement speaks well of both of us and how much we've grown.
And then there was the way Shaggy found me via the web several months ago, when I typed "Crazy Pablo" in a search engine, and I popped up as a result of the Tacowagon (RIP) site. So I got an email, and was overjoyed. Since then, we have hung out once, meeting at the midway point between us in New Paltz, home of one of the ever-wonderful Rhino Records stores. Needless to say, many minutes and dollars were sent there, perhaps to the chagrin of Shaggy's wife and child. But I hadn't been to that store in about 8 or 9 years, and you could tell because of some of the records I bought there that day. The first Straitjacket Fits record on Rough Trade, a four-song Ukrainians 12" EP and a Walkabouts 12" EP, amongst other things. And vinyl was 50% off that day. Double bonus!
Okay, it's time to sleep. I've been typing this for over 4 hours (well, there was an hour-long stint spent shoveling ridiculous amounts of snow so that my dad could drive my mom to work in my brother's car, because it was closest to (ie, ON) the street. Of course, my car will be a real bitch to dig out, as it is on my own driveway, which is blocked by what I estimate to be approximately eight square feet of snow, as the plows were nice enough to plow the middle of the street, leaving either side of the road totally fucked, but it's partially because there was so much snow, and too many people parked on the street). As I finish this off, an acoustic version of "Lazarus" by the Boo Radleys is playing, and I've been seriously considering playing it at my show next week. It's always been one of my favorite songs, but re-listening to it now has really made it connect with me on a whole new level -- the whole reflecting on life and deciding to take charge and live it instead of just sitting on your arse thing going on is so relevant to my current situation and my whole mindset now... I think I could learn it, but I'll need someone to play trumpet on it, or something that sounds like a trumpet. I dunno. Maybe a kazoo will fit the bill. But I need a kazoo cradle, like the harmonica cradle made popular by Bob Dylan and Neil Young...and remember kids, "Don't go playing where the doggies go and don't you eat that yellow snow..."
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Boo Radleys - Lazarus EP
Let me recap my weekend for you. It went something like this:
woke up Friday afternoon unable to hear out of my "good" ear, and so whenever I speak, it seems like it's not me, but instead some scared child. Needless to say, i was quite freaked. I figured it might just take a day to fix itself. How wrong was I! So I worked Friday night, my usual shift, 7pm-7am. Working a 12 hour shift when you can't hear anything sucks. So by Saturday morning, I was reasonably wiggy, and so I basically figured I should try to see a doctor after work, since by the time I woke up, it would be too late to go to the doctor.
Because I was extremely worried now that the 2 months of being sick finally was hitting me where it hurts -- my "good" ear -- I decided to bite the financial bullet and visit a doctor, even though I have no health insurance at the moment. Now was also the first time I could AFFORD to visit a doctor, since I was unemployed for 2 -1/2 months between November and January. So I went, and when I got there, I filled out the usual paperwork and junk, and the receptionist explained that it would be $89 just for the visit, etc. I said okay, since I really had no choice at 9 o'clock on a Saturday. I get in there, and the doctor's assistant weighs me, takes my temperature, checks my blood pressure... at least those stats are good. Then the doc comes in, I tell him what's up, so he looks at my ears, listens to my breathing and looks up my nose and makes me say "ahhhh" and says "Yep, you definitely have a sinus infection. But I have enough samples I can give you to treat it, due to the severity and how long you've had it." Now, even though I kinda felt like I was cheating on my usual doctor, he was good. He's got steady hands, doesn't stutter and I'm sure that if he was taking my blood that he wouldn't blow the vein. Not that doctor's take blood tests themselves nowadays, usually they send you to the lab, so someone else can do it, and they can charge your insurance more. But today, the new doctor was my hero. So he loaded me up with a 14 day supply of antibiotics, supercalifragilisticmaximum decongestants, and nasal spray, I paid the 89 bucks and went on my merry way.
As luck would have it, the doctor was right next door to Pool Doctor, so I decided to pay my good friend Paul a visit at work. We chatted for several minutes, as he went across the street to get coffee at Dunkin Donuts. After a few minutes of conversation, he had to get to work, and I had to get home, so I could take my meds and finally go to sleep. Of course, I ended up coming home and playing Arkanoid on the Super Nintendo (he won because I got the crappy controller that only kinda works) until he left for work. So i got to sleep around 11:30. Quite the long day.
Woke up Saturday evening at 4:30 or so, so I didn't have a lot of time to do stuff before work. Went to work and Ilene called in sick (she left early Friday night because her 2-yr old son was sick and barfed all over her and stuff), so it was just me and Triple C minding the library. Not that it matters, as it will be just the two of us starting next week, with Ilene moving to the offsite library. Otherwise, just a typical worknight, albeit a crappy weekend in general. Got home in the morning, and stayed up way too late typing a blog entry and IMing various people who had just woken up. After finishing said entry when I just became to tired to spew forth anymore words. So I tried to post it, the screen in the browser went blank and gave me a network error message. So naturally, I was too upset to even think about losing it, since I stayed up so late tryping it and sacrificing sleep. Finally, at around Noonish, I went to sleep.
Sunday night, I slept til 5:30. Yoinks. Too late to watch an episode of "Ed." So I watched a repeat of "Dharma & Greg" on the WB while eating dinner. At least, I think that was Sunday. No, that was Friday night. I ate no dinner Sunday night. Anyways, I got to work as we were all wondering about what the snow would be like. The rest of the crew went to Bennigan's for break at 9ish to send off Ilene in proper style, since it was her last night on the crew. Someone had to stay behind and mind the library. Someone is me. But that's okay, as they brought me back the Dubliner I requested -- mmmm, steak and shrimp! Besides, I did some work and grooved to some Flin Flon and +/- while checking email and message boards. Of course, no one seems to post to the boards on weekends. Bah!
So it started snowing, and it snowed like a motherfucker! We had to move our cars to the South parking lot (I always park in the North lot). That was at like 2am and there was about 8 inches or so on the ground already. That did not bode well. So, of course, by the time I got out at 7am, it was ridiculous. But, it was not without it's life-affirming moments; as I was leaving, going out the way I never do -- to the South parking lot -- a guy walking in says "Good morning," and I say "Is it really?" He walks closer, and I look up and realize it's my old buddy Peer Kuhnt from college. I had thought I heard someone page him over the intercom last week, but I shrugged it off, because I usually mishear things, often to comedic effect. So I just said "Holy shit! Peer Kuhnt! How the hell are ya?" and he briefly encapsulated the last 5 years or so in a nutshell and says "What about you? Last I heard was you were going out to Washington state with some girl. How did that work out?" "Well," I told him, "We lived together for four years, three of them in Seattle, and it was great out there. And then we moved to Buffalo when she got into grad school at UB, and after a year or so there, she dumped me and I came crawling back home." "Sorry, man," he said. "Ehh, it's life, ya know? Besides, I'm happier now and things are going well."
It's just so funny, as how only the morning before this encounter, I had mused about how people drift in and out of our lives, and then BAM! I bump into Peer Kuhnt at work, of all places. It really is a small world, and no matter how much you travel, it all seems to come full circle. It seems almost like I hit a Life-Reset Button, and the last 7 years magically vanished, except I still remember it all. I mean, I'm starting a new career (again), I'm making difficult decisions -- like quitting my last job before having another one lined up -- and I'm seriously connecting to people in a way I haven't done since college. Maybe it's because I am more connected to myself. It sure took a lot to find me, I'll tell you what.
Maybe what Molly said about me was right. When we started communicating again, via email, last year or so (I can't keep track as the years go by so quickly), I was surprised she would be talking to me at all after the shit I pulled in college. Granted, back then she was a little uptight, but man, I was a loose canon! Rage seemed to be my superpower, like Ben Stiller's character in "Mystery Men." I blew up at her on a road trip from Oswego to Albany because she wanted to listen to the mixtape that had "How Soon Is Now?" by the Smiths on it, because I was so sick of hearing it at that point, because she and Annette (a different one than in my forthcoming book) requested it every week at the club where I would DJ. When I was having a shouting match with my then-girlfriend, Molly made the mistake of trying to argue with me and I threw a roll of toilet paper, whie she was standing no more than 6 inches from me, at the floor because I was trying to contain my bubbling rage, and when Maureen (the roommate) asked me to leave her room, I did so respectfully, and proceeded to twist an innocent ironing board into a very bent ironing board.
But anyway, Molly had told me, in an email, that it seemed like I was uncomfortable in my own skin back then. I honestly couldn't disagree with her. I hadn't thought that before. But reflecting on those years, I could totally catch glimpses of it. I think it really helped me to hear that. Recently, we were having a really great conversation over the phone, and I think we are way more similar as people now than I ever would have thought back when we were constantly seemingly at odds. I think that statement speaks well of both of us and how much we've grown.
And then there was the way Shaggy found me via the web several months ago, when I typed "Crazy Pablo" in a search engine, and I popped up as a result of the Tacowagon (RIP) site. So I got an email, and was overjoyed. Since then, we have hung out once, meeting at the midway point between us in New Paltz, home of one of the ever-wonderful Rhino Records stores. Needless to say, many minutes and dollars were sent there, perhaps to the chagrin of Shaggy's wife and child. But I hadn't been to that store in about 8 or 9 years, and you could tell because of some of the records I bought there that day. The first Straitjacket Fits record on Rough Trade, a four-song Ukrainians 12" EP and a Walkabouts 12" EP, amongst other things. And vinyl was 50% off that day. Double bonus!
Okay, it's time to sleep. I've been typing this for over 4 hours (well, there was an hour-long stint spent shoveling ridiculous amounts of snow so that my dad could drive my mom to work in my brother's car, because it was closest to (ie, ON) the street. Of course, my car will be a real bitch to dig out, as it is on my own driveway, which is blocked by what I estimate to be approximately eight square feet of snow, as the plows were nice enough to plow the middle of the street, leaving either side of the road totally fucked, but it's partially because there was so much snow, and too many people parked on the street). As I finish this off, an acoustic version of "Lazarus" by the Boo Radleys is playing, and I've been seriously considering playing it at my show next week. It's always been one of my favorite songs, but re-listening to it now has really made it connect with me on a whole new level -- the whole reflecting on life and deciding to take charge and live it instead of just sitting on your arse thing going on is so relevant to my current situation and my whole mindset now... I think I could learn it, but I'll need someone to play trumpet on it, or something that sounds like a trumpet. I dunno. Maybe a kazoo will fit the bill. But I need a kazoo cradle, like the harmonica cradle made popular by Bob Dylan and Neil Young...and remember kids, "Don't go playing where the doggies go and don't you eat that yellow snow..."
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Boo Radleys - Lazarus EP
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite, I should update this blog. I updated the House of Chicken & Waffles yesterday, though. Or something like yesterday. Every day is tomorrow's yesterday anyway. But yeah, so it's two whole weeks since I last conf...er, posted here. Not Catholic, heh heh. My life is the same as it always is, except the hours are different every so often. And the people... there seems to be an everchanging circle of friends and acquaintances that drift in and out on differently-shaped orbits, I suppose you could say. Like that whole deal with Uranus and Pluto trading places and stuff. Some people drift in, others drift out, then they drift out and back in again, and these friends are like Superman and Clark Kent -- never in the same room at the same time; and then you start to wonder if people really do still exist if you don't call them or hear from them in some way or another. I've mused on the topic of two-dimensional extras before, so I won't go back into that, but there's that other type of person, though... the mysterious type. Said person could be a ninja wearing a red question mark for all you know, and they are climbing your roof right now and drugging your puppy so it won't bark... say, what is the differnece between a ninja and a cat burglar, anyway? My guess is a few grand in jewels vs. cool weapons. I just want one of those hooks to climb up things with. Not houses, necessarily, just tall buildings you can grab the roof of with your grappling hook. I wanna grapple. Rapple dapple. You know what I've never understood? Caramel apples. Why? Maybe I'm being presumptuous, but that is just too messy an invention to actually eat. I have never had a caramel apple in my life. I just can't.
But all that aside, it's funny (strange, not ha-ha, maybe a little of both, perhaps?) how people and their roles in your life can change like the atmosphere when the high pressure system moves northeast as the low pressure system moves southeast and they hit each other and you get precipitation... actually, it's not like that at all. Maybe it's more like when you're in Florida for some god-forsaken reason, and there is rain on the other side of the street from where you are standing, staring dumbfounded at the rain that is falling on the other side of the street, but not, however, where you are standing. Whereas most clouds play the zone defense, the rain clouds in Florida like to play the one-on-one defense. Some people play the zone defense in a friendship. They hang around in groups and cover a wide area, but there are big gaps in some places, so you may not see them much for long stretches of time, and trying to tackle them - well, you don't tackle the defense usually, but...hmmm...well, if your friend is playing a zone defense, but you're trying to score time with them, then it's almost the opposite effect. Damn. Well, shit...but for arguments sake...let's make the end zone something else...let's say the end zone is bad. Well, for you, also... Yeah, they leave too big a gap and you can fall through the holes, and for some people (like myself) who are convinced that the world revolves around themselves, this is difficult to handle, and often leads to a number of complexes. It's almost like having too many friends for your own good. And you constantly play catch-up for the weeks or months you've been in absentia.
And then there's the one-on-one friends -- they always seem to be around when you want them to be, and even if they're busy it doesn't seem to matter; things always end up working out, or at least they sort of do. They make you feel like your time is important and valuable. And many of us want to feel that way, but I know plenty of people who cannot hang out one-on-one; they are so uncomfortable with the idea of it. And they hang out in big groups of constantly changing people, to avoid confronting responsibilities, the truth, and ultimately, themselves. And it is sad to me to see people who have such great potential, but can't see it in themselves, or won't. Also, I think that used to be me. But now I don't care what anybody thinks (but secretly I do) because I am finally comfortable with myself, and I know what I am capable of, and I'm pretty confident that I don't suck. But I just want my friends to be happy, at least with themselves.
At this point, I've been up for 19 hours, and I only got 4 hours of sleep yesterday, and I have another 12 hours of work ahead of me tonight. So I have no idea what my point was, except that it's weird the way roles can shift amongst friends. But I guess it's one of those things that keeps life interesting.
Goodnight. I go sleep now.
xo,
j-ro
But all that aside, it's funny (strange, not ha-ha, maybe a little of both, perhaps?) how people and their roles in your life can change like the atmosphere when the high pressure system moves northeast as the low pressure system moves southeast and they hit each other and you get precipitation... actually, it's not like that at all. Maybe it's more like when you're in Florida for some god-forsaken reason, and there is rain on the other side of the street from where you are standing, staring dumbfounded at the rain that is falling on the other side of the street, but not, however, where you are standing. Whereas most clouds play the zone defense, the rain clouds in Florida like to play the one-on-one defense. Some people play the zone defense in a friendship. They hang around in groups and cover a wide area, but there are big gaps in some places, so you may not see them much for long stretches of time, and trying to tackle them - well, you don't tackle the defense usually, but...hmmm...well, if your friend is playing a zone defense, but you're trying to score time with them, then it's almost the opposite effect. Damn. Well, shit...but for arguments sake...let's make the end zone something else...let's say the end zone is bad. Well, for you, also... Yeah, they leave too big a gap and you can fall through the holes, and for some people (like myself) who are convinced that the world revolves around themselves, this is difficult to handle, and often leads to a number of complexes. It's almost like having too many friends for your own good. And you constantly play catch-up for the weeks or months you've been in absentia.
And then there's the one-on-one friends -- they always seem to be around when you want them to be, and even if they're busy it doesn't seem to matter; things always end up working out, or at least they sort of do. They make you feel like your time is important and valuable. And many of us want to feel that way, but I know plenty of people who cannot hang out one-on-one; they are so uncomfortable with the idea of it. And they hang out in big groups of constantly changing people, to avoid confronting responsibilities, the truth, and ultimately, themselves. And it is sad to me to see people who have such great potential, but can't see it in themselves, or won't. Also, I think that used to be me. But now I don't care what anybody thinks (but secretly I do) because I am finally comfortable with myself, and I know what I am capable of, and I'm pretty confident that I don't suck. But I just want my friends to be happy, at least with themselves.
At this point, I've been up for 19 hours, and I only got 4 hours of sleep yesterday, and I have another 12 hours of work ahead of me tonight. So I have no idea what my point was, except that it's weird the way roles can shift amongst friends. But I guess it's one of those things that keeps life interesting.
Goodnight. I go sleep now.
xo,
j-ro
Sunday, February 02, 2003
Hey kids. I wasn't really gonna write anything this morning. I'm really beat, it's been a grueling 24 hours+ of work so far this weekend (that's out of the available 48 hours of friday and saturday), and I have another 12 hours to go, 11 hours from now. I just updated the House of Chicken & Waffles, where I posted a wacky little tidbit of a conversation that I wonder if anyone has ever partaken in. After posting that, I turned around to look out the window, and as the sun is rising in the east, the ice floes gliding across the Nissequogue River is quite a site to behold. Sometimes I love Long Island, if only for the beauty of nature and the fact that my friends are kick-ass. I wonder if I would be feeling as confident in myself and my endeavors if it weren't for them. So if you are reading this and you don't know me or care for me, blame them. HA! While I was working for the man, many of my friends were partying it down.
What I can't believe is that I haven't posted on here since Monday!!! Especially after the awesome event of the season Thursday night at Saints N Sinners. Come Down went one first, and played an excellent set, as usual, regaling us with their spacious and ethereal, yet earthy and organic sounds with that rock edge... Watch out kids, they are armed with a killer new EP and they are going to take over the world way quicker than Cartman's "Dawson's Creek" Trapper Keeper!
One True Thing played second. I've seen them a lot over the past year, and I'm sure they played a good set...but I was in the 24 Hour Bagel shop with Matt Dallow, discussing my book and random life stuff. It's always good to hang with Dallow at the bagel shop.
With Every Idle Hour, featuring one very bombed Sergei Ruber, took the stage for the last set of the evening, and, despite (or perhaps BECAUSE of) Sergei's inhalation of TWO Monster Ales (twice the alkyhawl of regular bread soda) and more, proceeded to tear the roof off the joint. Their set was a real barn burner, so I don't know if the Amish would approve. Man, these boys were psyched to play! Every band should be this much fun to see. I mean, you look at the shit-eating grins on their faces and you know they rock because they love it and live for it. You can't ask for anything more and you shouldn't settle for anything less. I am looking so forward to their new cd, "The Distance Between" that you have no idea. Every time they said "This is our last song" everybody whined in unison. They ended up playing at least three more songs. Classic.
Afterwards, I started ranting about Mousetrap and morphed into Columbo. I don't know what the hell that was about. Before I knew what happened, I went to the bagel shop with Jackie, who was even more wasted than Sergei (what a great couple of drinkers they are... I can only imagine what pictures of them must look like), as she managed to have more than the maximum allowed dosage of Monster Ale. Hee hee. She offered to pay for my bagel, too. She gave the guy four dollars. I paid the rest. HA! After Sergei whisked her off towards home, Will Link, Matt Orphan and I sat at Dunkin Donuts for 2 hours bullshitting about random life crap and telling stories. In all that time there, we did not buy anything or eat anything from Dunkin Donuts, and they didn't even bother us. Amazing. Okay, I have rambled too long now. Time for bed.
n.p. Come Down "Whose Side Are You On Anyway?" EP
What I can't believe is that I haven't posted on here since Monday!!! Especially after the awesome event of the season Thursday night at Saints N Sinners. Come Down went one first, and played an excellent set, as usual, regaling us with their spacious and ethereal, yet earthy and organic sounds with that rock edge... Watch out kids, they are armed with a killer new EP and they are going to take over the world way quicker than Cartman's "Dawson's Creek" Trapper Keeper!
One True Thing played second. I've seen them a lot over the past year, and I'm sure they played a good set...but I was in the 24 Hour Bagel shop with Matt Dallow, discussing my book and random life stuff. It's always good to hang with Dallow at the bagel shop.
With Every Idle Hour, featuring one very bombed Sergei Ruber, took the stage for the last set of the evening, and, despite (or perhaps BECAUSE of) Sergei's inhalation of TWO Monster Ales (twice the alkyhawl of regular bread soda) and more, proceeded to tear the roof off the joint. Their set was a real barn burner, so I don't know if the Amish would approve. Man, these boys were psyched to play! Every band should be this much fun to see. I mean, you look at the shit-eating grins on their faces and you know they rock because they love it and live for it. You can't ask for anything more and you shouldn't settle for anything less. I am looking so forward to their new cd, "The Distance Between" that you have no idea. Every time they said "This is our last song" everybody whined in unison. They ended up playing at least three more songs. Classic.
Afterwards, I started ranting about Mousetrap and morphed into Columbo. I don't know what the hell that was about. Before I knew what happened, I went to the bagel shop with Jackie, who was even more wasted than Sergei (what a great couple of drinkers they are... I can only imagine what pictures of them must look like), as she managed to have more than the maximum allowed dosage of Monster Ale. Hee hee. She offered to pay for my bagel, too. She gave the guy four dollars. I paid the rest. HA! After Sergei whisked her off towards home, Will Link, Matt Orphan and I sat at Dunkin Donuts for 2 hours bullshitting about random life crap and telling stories. In all that time there, we did not buy anything or eat anything from Dunkin Donuts, and they didn't even bother us. Amazing. Okay, I have rambled too long now. Time for bed.
n.p. Come Down "Whose Side Are You On Anyway?" EP
Monday, January 27, 2003
All in all, a fun weekend. Friday night, went to New jersey with Yes Sensei, where they played at a skating rink, to just a few more people than the Sly Caps, about 20, including bands. the fucking skee ball game ate my tokens, as some theiving bastards stole the "Out of Order" sign and the old lady didn't seem to care, as she was making money off my misfortune. What is this, Vegas? What can I tell ya, no respect! The South Park pinball game, on the other hand, showed me plenty respect. The best pinball game they've come out with in many, many years. I really don't like the pinball games that were released post-1988, so this game was a pleasant surprise, and I hope I can find one here on Long Island now that I am aware of its existance. I mean, you can get a massive bonus for getting the ball in the toilet!! Absolute genius! But the trip was another great excuse for me to get out of Long Island for a little while and get in the van with Yes Sensei, which is always fun. I love those guys. I honestly do not know how many of their shows I have been to... Even with the vast amount I have blown off, I doubt anyone (including Lindsay and Jill) has been to more of their shows (excluding Mike, Paul and Davecat, of course).
Saturday, I had to get up early (at the crack of noon) so I could go to a WUSB staff meeting, where I was a few minutes late, running in with my coffee and a bialy in my mouth... Then I had to stop off afterwards to get some party supplies for Mike's b-day (#25!)/ Club Paul. Got a couple of packs of blank coctail napkins so I could print "Club Paul" on them with the hotstamper, and I also found a ton of Star Wars party favors, which I couldn't resist, since Mike is real big on that stuff. Got home at 3:30, then straight away, Matt & I went to go catch "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" in Commack at 3:50. Excellent fucking flick. It was honestly the fastest-paced 3 hour movie I've ever watched, and I've watched many long movies. The "Kingdom Pt II" was the fastest paced 5 hour movie I've ever sat through, in case you were dying to know. Got home from the movies, took a shower, ate dinner, called Charlie to let him know I was running behind schedule (like that NEVER happens, hee hee), and that I did not forget him.
Had plenty good conversation with Charlie in the car on the way to the Come Down show. He was a very good passenger, as he didn't complain about my recklessness once. He picked out the Boo Radleys on the mix tape I played in the car, and that surprised me. If someone likes the Boo Radleys "Giant Steps" album, then he/she is automatically in high esteem in my book. I dominated the conversation, as expected, and subjected him to many rants about my past relationships and random experiences that have shaped my life to get me to the point I'm at now, which is a good place to be, I think. I have a new job; friends who really care about me and whom I care about greatly; I've been really creative in the last couple years, and between this, my blogs and my other random writings, I've been honing my skills with the written language; my playing has gotten much better, and I am no longer embarrassed to play guitar in public, and my songs are getting stronger, too. It is as if all my life has been leading up to now, and I must say that it has been worth the wait. I am finally confident enough in myself and my abilities to write a book and record an album of non-jokey, concise songs in a more structured format than the stuff I had been doing in the past, which, even though it took lots of effort and still holds up for me, lacks the maturity I have recently found.
So Charlie and I get to Ludlow Street and bump into Tom, who is happy to see us, but regrets to inform us that Pianos has pulled a Local 7 on us (my term for double-booking or booking two shows in one night, which usually leads to interminable delays in the starting of the second show), and they won't be playing until about 11:30 or so, instead of the posted 10:30 set time. We go inside and mingle with Sergei and Sean from With Every Idle Hour, Jackie, Karen from This Year's Model, Schneider (not the dude from "One Day At A Time"), and others, though Charlie and I are shy and don't do all that much talking, just because of how freaked out we were getting from the incredible amount of people packed into this joint's barroom.
To the tune of "Too Many Puppies" by Primus:
Too many hipsters/ are crowding into this bar
Too many hipsters/ but no Charles DeMar
Too many hipsters/ with expensive drinks
Too many Hipsters/ bet they have no sinks
Too many hip-hip-hip-hip-hipsters...
Seriously, though, the place is a damn hipster dive, and being a Long Island dork, I felt totally out of my element, as did most of our dorky Long Island friends. Safety in numbers, as they say. But I still couldn't shake that funhouse mirror feeling, almost like those high-school hallway scenes with the fish-eyed lense that makes everybody's nose look huge while they take turns laughing at you. Just too crowded. I hope I don't have to go back to that joint. But, it's time to talk about the music part of the evening....
Come Down is what i like to refer to as one gigantic auralgasm. Total bliss-out music for the post-rock set. I hate to use such a cliche term as post-rock, though. But to name their influences is unfair, as I feel they transcend that patchwork-quilt school of "spot that influence" to come up (ouch) with a sound that is uniquely their own. Just download some songs from www.come-down.net to let the music speak for itself, instead of taking this pretentious windbag's word for it. I will say this, though -- tremeloed and delay-pedaled guitars, undertow bass, a Fender Rhodes (!!!), and intricate, yet pounding, drums holding it all together, with a yearning, Yorkean vocal cherry on top as dessert, should be enough to wow anyone. Music so good you can listen to it in the dark, whether you are alone and depressed, or simply don't own a Barry White cd.
This was probably the best set I've heard them play, and man was I floored. I just closed my eyes and my body moved to the beat as if lifted by the music itself. My only complaint was that the songs ended. Charlie went and said that he thought they really "took it to the next level" without even having seen the post on their blog about Metallica talking about taking songs to the "next level" and pondering whether or not it is harder to breathe up there. He had no idea why I laughed so hard. So I had to tell Nicole and Tom afterwards. I am such a jerk. Bwa ha ha!
Dont you love it when random people IM you in the middle of the night, ask you your age, location and what you look like, and when you say "you don't mince words, do ya?" ask what you mean by that? And then they get all defensive and say "just curious, making conversation" so you say "Well, I don't look like Russell Crowe, but I'm no Clint Howard, either. hee hee" and they stop IMing you. How could they NOT laugh at that? I know someone who would have thought that was great, albeit just a tad disappointed that I didn't look like Russell Crowe...
Just watched "When Harry Met Sally" for the first time in eons. Cried a few times during it. Not like huge bawl-a-ramas, but i did shed tears. What was funny though was how when Harry tells his one friend about how his wife left him, and she says something like "I don't think I ever loved you" and it turn out that she left him to move in with a tax attorney. I thought it was funny, because it reminded me of my ex-girlfriend Christina, who actually told me "I don't love you, I never loved you, and we can never be friends" when I moved out of our apartment. Although, substitute a tax attorney named Ira for an Iranian named Anthony. Ha ha ha.
Oh well, it's 8:25AM now...time to go to sleep. I know some of you are just getting up or getting to work now. My schedule is so crazy. If I left anything out, like the actual party, then maybe I'll get around to it later. Woot woot!
n.p. Major Matt Mason USA - "Rockstar"
Saturday, I had to get up early (at the crack of noon) so I could go to a WUSB staff meeting, where I was a few minutes late, running in with my coffee and a bialy in my mouth... Then I had to stop off afterwards to get some party supplies for Mike's b-day (#25!)/ Club Paul. Got a couple of packs of blank coctail napkins so I could print "Club Paul" on them with the hotstamper, and I also found a ton of Star Wars party favors, which I couldn't resist, since Mike is real big on that stuff. Got home at 3:30, then straight away, Matt & I went to go catch "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" in Commack at 3:50. Excellent fucking flick. It was honestly the fastest-paced 3 hour movie I've ever watched, and I've watched many long movies. The "Kingdom Pt II" was the fastest paced 5 hour movie I've ever sat through, in case you were dying to know. Got home from the movies, took a shower, ate dinner, called Charlie to let him know I was running behind schedule (like that NEVER happens, hee hee), and that I did not forget him.
Had plenty good conversation with Charlie in the car on the way to the Come Down show. He was a very good passenger, as he didn't complain about my recklessness once. He picked out the Boo Radleys on the mix tape I played in the car, and that surprised me. If someone likes the Boo Radleys "Giant Steps" album, then he/she is automatically in high esteem in my book. I dominated the conversation, as expected, and subjected him to many rants about my past relationships and random experiences that have shaped my life to get me to the point I'm at now, which is a good place to be, I think. I have a new job; friends who really care about me and whom I care about greatly; I've been really creative in the last couple years, and between this, my blogs and my other random writings, I've been honing my skills with the written language; my playing has gotten much better, and I am no longer embarrassed to play guitar in public, and my songs are getting stronger, too. It is as if all my life has been leading up to now, and I must say that it has been worth the wait. I am finally confident enough in myself and my abilities to write a book and record an album of non-jokey, concise songs in a more structured format than the stuff I had been doing in the past, which, even though it took lots of effort and still holds up for me, lacks the maturity I have recently found.
So Charlie and I get to Ludlow Street and bump into Tom, who is happy to see us, but regrets to inform us that Pianos has pulled a Local 7 on us (my term for double-booking or booking two shows in one night, which usually leads to interminable delays in the starting of the second show), and they won't be playing until about 11:30 or so, instead of the posted 10:30 set time. We go inside and mingle with Sergei and Sean from With Every Idle Hour, Jackie, Karen from This Year's Model, Schneider (not the dude from "One Day At A Time"), and others, though Charlie and I are shy and don't do all that much talking, just because of how freaked out we were getting from the incredible amount of people packed into this joint's barroom.
To the tune of "Too Many Puppies" by Primus:
Too many hipsters/ are crowding into this bar
Too many hipsters/ but no Charles DeMar
Too many hipsters/ with expensive drinks
Too many Hipsters/ bet they have no sinks
Too many hip-hip-hip-hip-hipsters...
Seriously, though, the place is a damn hipster dive, and being a Long Island dork, I felt totally out of my element, as did most of our dorky Long Island friends. Safety in numbers, as they say. But I still couldn't shake that funhouse mirror feeling, almost like those high-school hallway scenes with the fish-eyed lense that makes everybody's nose look huge while they take turns laughing at you. Just too crowded. I hope I don't have to go back to that joint. But, it's time to talk about the music part of the evening....
Come Down is what i like to refer to as one gigantic auralgasm. Total bliss-out music for the post-rock set. I hate to use such a cliche term as post-rock, though. But to name their influences is unfair, as I feel they transcend that patchwork-quilt school of "spot that influence" to come up (ouch) with a sound that is uniquely their own. Just download some songs from www.come-down.net to let the music speak for itself, instead of taking this pretentious windbag's word for it. I will say this, though -- tremeloed and delay-pedaled guitars, undertow bass, a Fender Rhodes (!!!), and intricate, yet pounding, drums holding it all together, with a yearning, Yorkean vocal cherry on top as dessert, should be enough to wow anyone. Music so good you can listen to it in the dark, whether you are alone and depressed, or simply don't own a Barry White cd.
This was probably the best set I've heard them play, and man was I floored. I just closed my eyes and my body moved to the beat as if lifted by the music itself. My only complaint was that the songs ended. Charlie went and said that he thought they really "took it to the next level" without even having seen the post on their blog about Metallica talking about taking songs to the "next level" and pondering whether or not it is harder to breathe up there. He had no idea why I laughed so hard. So I had to tell Nicole and Tom afterwards. I am such a jerk. Bwa ha ha!
Dont you love it when random people IM you in the middle of the night, ask you your age, location and what you look like, and when you say "you don't mince words, do ya?" ask what you mean by that? And then they get all defensive and say "just curious, making conversation" so you say "Well, I don't look like Russell Crowe, but I'm no Clint Howard, either. hee hee" and they stop IMing you. How could they NOT laugh at that? I know someone who would have thought that was great, albeit just a tad disappointed that I didn't look like Russell Crowe...
Just watched "When Harry Met Sally" for the first time in eons. Cried a few times during it. Not like huge bawl-a-ramas, but i did shed tears. What was funny though was how when Harry tells his one friend about how his wife left him, and she says something like "I don't think I ever loved you" and it turn out that she left him to move in with a tax attorney. I thought it was funny, because it reminded me of my ex-girlfriend Christina, who actually told me "I don't love you, I never loved you, and we can never be friends" when I moved out of our apartment. Although, substitute a tax attorney named Ira for an Iranian named Anthony. Ha ha ha.
Oh well, it's 8:25AM now...time to go to sleep. I know some of you are just getting up or getting to work now. My schedule is so crazy. If I left anything out, like the actual party, then maybe I'll get around to it later. Woot woot!
n.p. Major Matt Mason USA - "Rockstar"
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