Hey kids thirsting for more J-Ro-ness (J-Rocity?) via the inernerd, how goes it? I am freakin' tired, but kinda relieved. I just got home from work and hour and a half ago, and I had to get the new computer up and running. The iMac kinda ate the rustcan, if you know what I mean. I'm gonna try putting a new HD in it (like a $40 jobby or something) for shits and giggles to see what happens. But I'm not gonna do that until I get all the stuff I need off of the firewire HD I have that everything is backed up on (except for, apparently, the latest bookmarks I had added to Safari..when I try to rescusitate the iMac, I will make a last attempt to get that info offa there before taking the old HD and launching it into the stratosphere (or donating it to the local "Computers for Kids" chapter (I just made that up, didn't I?))). I just parenthetated to the third power! That is a new record, even for me. Man, I love parentheses.
I am now typing my first blog on the brand spakin' new eMac I bought. I think this 'puter will be pretty freakin' sweet. The monitor is hüüüüüüüüüüüüge (well, 16" diagonal is huge to me), it has a CD-R/DVD-R superdrive (thank goodness i no longer will have to deal with that slot-loading bullshit...that was part of the problem with the iMac, and the cd drive lost the will to inhale and eject discs), and it even comes with Garageband on it. I am stoked to try that shiznit out. I'll be releasing a record of just computer generated crap. Woohoo!! It's like I'm starting a new life...a new computer, a cell phone...holy what the? Yep, J-Ro's cruising to the treadmill of the twenty-first century.
ok. time to sleep.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Friday, May 21, 2004
optional
I decided to take time out of my crazy life to post today, since it is May 21st, and my last post was on the 12th. I like the whole backwards/forwards thing. I'm a nerd, so flip you. I'm not gonna apologize for being AWOL from my blogging duties, as I've been kinda mad busy lately. I worked 4 1/2 hours of OT wednesday night, which doesn't sound like a lot, unless you point out that a) I work nights from 7pm- 7am and this is the week where my only nights off are wednesday and thursday and b) as a result of the aforementioned schedule, I'm already supposed to work like 60 hours this week. Yucko. But, it was an emergency, as my buddy Ant had a medical emergency. He's feeling much better now.
I have to leave for work in less than hour. That blows. I am missing a 2-day Repercussions mini-tour tonight and tomorrow. That blows as well. But I will try to catch Imaginary Baseball League at the club formerly known as Luxx in Brooklyn (it's Trash now). That will be fun times, despite the skint-ness of certain compatriots preventing even more fun times. You should come out to see them, as they are travelling all the way from Tennessee. Come out and buy their new cd "Revive," because it is stellar.
Also, as a result of last Monday's NYC wanderings, I have decided to join the 21st century and get a cellular phone. I'll probably get it on Monday, since I'm due at work in an hour. Yeah, then maybe some of you punk-ass biotches will call me or something. I will note to Sergei's credit, that he at least calls me on alternate Monday nights to make sure I am going bowling. But now he won't call me on Monday because he already asked me if I was going. Dammit. Also, I just want someone to hear my goddamn answering machine message. I made a new one two weeks ago, and the only person who has heard it is my mom.
okay, gotta eat and run.
I have to leave for work in less than hour. That blows. I am missing a 2-day Repercussions mini-tour tonight and tomorrow. That blows as well. But I will try to catch Imaginary Baseball League at the club formerly known as Luxx in Brooklyn (it's Trash now). That will be fun times, despite the skint-ness of certain compatriots preventing even more fun times. You should come out to see them, as they are travelling all the way from Tennessee. Come out and buy their new cd "Revive," because it is stellar.
Also, as a result of last Monday's NYC wanderings, I have decided to join the 21st century and get a cellular phone. I'll probably get it on Monday, since I'm due at work in an hour. Yeah, then maybe some of you punk-ass biotches will call me or something. I will note to Sergei's credit, that he at least calls me on alternate Monday nights to make sure I am going bowling. But now he won't call me on Monday because he already asked me if I was going. Dammit. Also, I just want someone to hear my goddamn answering machine message. I made a new one two weeks ago, and the only person who has heard it is my mom.
okay, gotta eat and run.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
There's rumor going around that Destroyers have a price
My Monday night in the city in the rain...
Unlike the previous weekend, this past weekend was uneventful, mostly because between 7pm Thursday night and 7:45am Monday morning, I worked about 50 hours and slept about 15. I was so looking forward to the joys of Monday night, so I could see Destroyer kick some ass at the Mercury Lounge. Unfortunately, due to the usual plans falling through, I went by myself, which isn't always a bad thing.
Before i left for NYC, my copy of "Revive" by Imaginary baseball League arrived in the mail. It kicks oh-so-much ass. Seriously, it sounds magnificent. There are a million words floating in my head about how I feel about it. Fucking EPIC are two of them that spring to mind. Other terms have to do with the Southern literary traditions it seems to be borne from, specifically Faulkner, though I will admit that I only ever read "The Sound and Fury" once, for school, circa ninth grade, and didn't really dig it all that much at the time, but I did latch on to the character of Quentin Compson IV, most likely because of his resultant suicide in the novel, enough to want to start a band with his name...maybe someday I will, kind of like a reverse Black Francis/Frank Black... Anyways, I was very happy to have it arrive in time for me to drive to and from the city listening to it.
Happilly, I sold my extra ticket to some dude named Ed who gave me the ten bucks AND bought me a beer. And then I got to stand in the front next to a VERY freaking crazy married woman who kept dancing like it was bootylicious kung-fu...I've got a funny feeling there will be bruises on my body when I wake up. In the past (as recently as a month ago, or maybe even just a few hours prior to the show tonight), i would have wanted to kill this one, but I just kinda went with it and managed to enjoy the pandemonium nonetheless. I just hope Dan Bejar doesn't think that I was friends with her or anything...since I tended not to discourage her.
During Frog Eyes' set, I started writing some music journalist shite about their set (they turned out later to be Dan's backing band as well) while dancing when the weirdo twins briefly fled the scene of the attack. They struck me as kinda wanting to be later-era Pere Ubu (more "I hear They Smoke the BBQ" than "Final Solution") inspired, as if Joy Division's Ian Curtis had not died, but simply had his soul transplanted into Dave Thomas's body (Pere Ubu's Dave Thomas, not the dead Wendy's dude, or David Clayton-Thomas of Blood, Sweat & Tears, or even Dave Thomas the actor/comedian from SCTV and "Strange Brew"), his voice some bizare love child of Tim Harrington and Will Oldham crossbred with a J. Mascis whine...I dunno...I'm going off on tangents here.
I did some more writing afterwards, as I wound up in Two Boots Pizza because of a random friend encounter as I was walking up Avenue A and Nan from Schwervon was sitting there, so I went in. Within minutes, I sat there alone, as the rain grew steadily heavier, so I ate a slice and drank some iced tea, and have been feeling kinda yucky ever since....but I did some writing, which I need to finish when I go to my house and get ready to sleep, about random things I did in the rain, and then eating the pizza and stuff. I am boring. Sorry.
Unlike the previous weekend, this past weekend was uneventful, mostly because between 7pm Thursday night and 7:45am Monday morning, I worked about 50 hours and slept about 15. I was so looking forward to the joys of Monday night, so I could see Destroyer kick some ass at the Mercury Lounge. Unfortunately, due to the usual plans falling through, I went by myself, which isn't always a bad thing.
Before i left for NYC, my copy of "Revive" by Imaginary baseball League arrived in the mail. It kicks oh-so-much ass. Seriously, it sounds magnificent. There are a million words floating in my head about how I feel about it. Fucking EPIC are two of them that spring to mind. Other terms have to do with the Southern literary traditions it seems to be borne from, specifically Faulkner, though I will admit that I only ever read "The Sound and Fury" once, for school, circa ninth grade, and didn't really dig it all that much at the time, but I did latch on to the character of Quentin Compson IV, most likely because of his resultant suicide in the novel, enough to want to start a band with his name...maybe someday I will, kind of like a reverse Black Francis/Frank Black... Anyways, I was very happy to have it arrive in time for me to drive to and from the city listening to it.
Happilly, I sold my extra ticket to some dude named Ed who gave me the ten bucks AND bought me a beer. And then I got to stand in the front next to a VERY freaking crazy married woman who kept dancing like it was bootylicious kung-fu...I've got a funny feeling there will be bruises on my body when I wake up. In the past (as recently as a month ago, or maybe even just a few hours prior to the show tonight), i would have wanted to kill this one, but I just kinda went with it and managed to enjoy the pandemonium nonetheless. I just hope Dan Bejar doesn't think that I was friends with her or anything...since I tended not to discourage her.
During Frog Eyes' set, I started writing some music journalist shite about their set (they turned out later to be Dan's backing band as well) while dancing when the weirdo twins briefly fled the scene of the attack. They struck me as kinda wanting to be later-era Pere Ubu (more "I hear They Smoke the BBQ" than "Final Solution") inspired, as if Joy Division's Ian Curtis had not died, but simply had his soul transplanted into Dave Thomas's body (Pere Ubu's Dave Thomas, not the dead Wendy's dude, or David Clayton-Thomas of Blood, Sweat & Tears, or even Dave Thomas the actor/comedian from SCTV and "Strange Brew"), his voice some bizare love child of Tim Harrington and Will Oldham crossbred with a J. Mascis whine...I dunno...I'm going off on tangents here.
I did some more writing afterwards, as I wound up in Two Boots Pizza because of a random friend encounter as I was walking up Avenue A and Nan from Schwervon was sitting there, so I went in. Within minutes, I sat there alone, as the rain grew steadily heavier, so I ate a slice and drank some iced tea, and have been feeling kinda yucky ever since....but I did some writing, which I need to finish when I go to my house and get ready to sleep, about random things I did in the rain, and then eating the pizza and stuff. I am boring. Sorry.
Monday, April 26, 2004
bloggin' again
To all my freaky friends who care about the lame non-goings-on in my pathetic little life (it wasn't always pathetic, mind you), where I seem to either be at my job or at the bar, and rarely in front of this computer or enjoying my bachelor pad, I have decided to impinge upon the time usually alotted for sleep to beam up this little missive.
Hey y'all, if you haven't seen or heard from me in a while, I guess I'm doing fine. I'm still working nights, and thusly many of you haven't seen me much. I've been putting in my regular bi-weekly appearance at the bowling alley on Monday nights, as well as my usual residency at Saints N Sinners on alternate wednesday & thursday nights, with the occasional night playing hooky from work there. I've even been spinning at Saints on alternate Thursdays, with Kenyon. It's been good times. And don't forget my radio show on alternate sunday nights/monday mornings from midnight-3am on WUSB.
For those of you who may still remember the birthday/ housewarming party I had last September...I am actually moved in completely, but am in the midst of a furniture shuffling, and it's actually kinda scary. It's like the opposite of feng-shui. But once it is completed, it's gonna look freakin' sweet. I promise you that. Ladies, if you're reading, it'll be plusher than Barry & Levon's pad, I assure you.
Okay, i'm tapped out. My brain is tapioca and my butt is numb. Therefore, the time is night to wrap it up, B! I'm outta here. I'm gonna try and take me a nap and not sleep too late. Don't wanna be late for the drinking...er, bowling.
Hey y'all, if you haven't seen or heard from me in a while, I guess I'm doing fine. I'm still working nights, and thusly many of you haven't seen me much. I've been putting in my regular bi-weekly appearance at the bowling alley on Monday nights, as well as my usual residency at Saints N Sinners on alternate wednesday & thursday nights, with the occasional night playing hooky from work there. I've even been spinning at Saints on alternate Thursdays, with Kenyon. It's been good times. And don't forget my radio show on alternate sunday nights/monday mornings from midnight-3am on WUSB.
For those of you who may still remember the birthday/ housewarming party I had last September...I am actually moved in completely, but am in the midst of a furniture shuffling, and it's actually kinda scary. It's like the opposite of feng-shui. But once it is completed, it's gonna look freakin' sweet. I promise you that. Ladies, if you're reading, it'll be plusher than Barry & Levon's pad, I assure you.
Okay, i'm tapped out. My brain is tapioca and my butt is numb. Therefore, the time is night to wrap it up, B! I'm outta here. I'm gonna try and take me a nap and not sleep too late. Don't wanna be late for the drinking...er, bowling.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Let me just start this off by saying how much I hate my work schedule for getting in the way of so many things, like simple blog updates. It's always so long in between them, even though there is so much I want to talk about. By the time I finally sit in front of a computer, I can barely keep my eyes open. Like right now...I just took some NyQuil a little while ago and am fighting off its effects at the moment. If I actually have spoken to you in the last few days, you know I have a lot on my mind.
In what seems like a cosmic prank, I got a flat tire on the Sunken Meadow Parkway at 3:30am Saturday night, after hitting a big chunk of pavement I could not swerve around. I was on the way home from seeing Come Down and Kilowatthours play some crazy Brooklyn art gallery/performance space/dwelling called Asterisk (no doubt named after that crazy french comic strip character), attended by many vacuous hipster-types more interested in dancing to Big 80's than to listening to moving and moody music made by real live people right in front of them. But the hipster who stuck out the most would have to be the dude who looked like Vincent Gallo, but leaning more towards street urchin than psycho killer, garbed in puffy down ski vest and black ACID WASH jeans. I call him "Mad Max Beyond Williamsburg!" I had a lovely time that night, despite the berth of hipsters, and should have seen this coming. Luckily, I was able to put the donut on in a timely manner and get home safely, if a little worse for the wear. Of course, that donut is still on there several days later.
Looking for lyrics to the song "Ellen & Ben" by the Dismemberment plan proved futile today. It is the only song on the CD of "Change" without lyrics in the booklet. The Dismemberment Plan website is temporarily down, and most fan pages seem to have ended when the band did. I had been curious about a line in that song that mentions the Bruce Springsteen record "Nebraska" (my fave Springsteen album). I couldn't figure out what the line was. I have sinced figured it out. The line is "...because she had my copy of 'Nebraska' and they never even put on their clothes..." I had to listen to it in the car on the way to the bar. All of my deep listening is done in the car these days. It's sad. I need to spend more time in my house next door, and not so much over here. Perhaps when I get my eBayed four-track, I will have too many ideas to be content to sit over here watching TV when I could be recording crazy shit like I used to...
However, the cyberjourney (as opposed to Journey, the kick ass arena rock band with the lamest videos ever made) I took while looking for those lyrics somehow led me to the Chunklet website. They finally have a new issue coming out, and i am totally excited for it. I am a dork like that, and you can guarantee that after I get paid next Tuesday, i will place an order for said Chunklet, along with some other goodies. While I write about this self-involved crap, a shitload of people are reported dead in Madrid, Spain after at least two bombs went off on a commuter train.
Well, with that, I should be off to bed or something, as I feel like crap and need to wake up early to take a training class at work for Harris/Louth Air Client. Woohoo! I can outgeek you. Seriously. People who have worked at this job longer than me constantly ask me questions on how to do things. Now if only I could find a job like this without the 12 hour shifts in the middle of the night. Of course, when I say early, I mean awake before noon.
peace out,
J-Ro
In what seems like a cosmic prank, I got a flat tire on the Sunken Meadow Parkway at 3:30am Saturday night, after hitting a big chunk of pavement I could not swerve around. I was on the way home from seeing Come Down and Kilowatthours play some crazy Brooklyn art gallery/performance space/dwelling called Asterisk (no doubt named after that crazy french comic strip character), attended by many vacuous hipster-types more interested in dancing to Big 80's than to listening to moving and moody music made by real live people right in front of them. But the hipster who stuck out the most would have to be the dude who looked like Vincent Gallo, but leaning more towards street urchin than psycho killer, garbed in puffy down ski vest and black ACID WASH jeans. I call him "Mad Max Beyond Williamsburg!" I had a lovely time that night, despite the berth of hipsters, and should have seen this coming. Luckily, I was able to put the donut on in a timely manner and get home safely, if a little worse for the wear. Of course, that donut is still on there several days later.
Looking for lyrics to the song "Ellen & Ben" by the Dismemberment plan proved futile today. It is the only song on the CD of "Change" without lyrics in the booklet. The Dismemberment Plan website is temporarily down, and most fan pages seem to have ended when the band did. I had been curious about a line in that song that mentions the Bruce Springsteen record "Nebraska" (my fave Springsteen album). I couldn't figure out what the line was. I have sinced figured it out. The line is "...because she had my copy of 'Nebraska' and they never even put on their clothes..." I had to listen to it in the car on the way to the bar. All of my deep listening is done in the car these days. It's sad. I need to spend more time in my house next door, and not so much over here. Perhaps when I get my eBayed four-track, I will have too many ideas to be content to sit over here watching TV when I could be recording crazy shit like I used to...
However, the cyberjourney (as opposed to Journey, the kick ass arena rock band with the lamest videos ever made) I took while looking for those lyrics somehow led me to the Chunklet website. They finally have a new issue coming out, and i am totally excited for it. I am a dork like that, and you can guarantee that after I get paid next Tuesday, i will place an order for said Chunklet, along with some other goodies. While I write about this self-involved crap, a shitload of people are reported dead in Madrid, Spain after at least two bombs went off on a commuter train.
Well, with that, I should be off to bed or something, as I feel like crap and need to wake up early to take a training class at work for Harris/Louth Air Client. Woohoo! I can outgeek you. Seriously. People who have worked at this job longer than me constantly ask me questions on how to do things. Now if only I could find a job like this without the 12 hour shifts in the middle of the night. Of course, when I say early, I mean awake before noon.
peace out,
J-Ro
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