Oy vey, there is so much going on but so little time to post it all. My record label, Example Such Cloth Hammer Engine, is having a special showcase show tonight at Saints and Sinnners, featuring all our bands... I am so freakin' excited. You all should be there, although the few of you who have really good excuses, like living far away, are exempt. I will be going on tour with the Repercussions late next week, and I couldn't be more excited. I will definitely post later to keep you guys all aware of what's going down.
Thursday, June 17th
Example Such Cloth Hammer Engine record label showcase:
The Repercussions
Space Robot Scientists
The Potbelly Bandits
Trashed on Fiction
Deuces Wild Productions presents....
As part of Situation Thursdays...
At Saints and Sinners
558 Smithtown Bypass (route 347 @ route 111)
Smithtown, NY 11787
(631) 979-6561
directions below or
www.mapquest.com for door-to-door directions
9PM
$5 for 21+
$7 for 18-20
Show is 18+
From Western Long Island: Take Northern State Parkway East until you hit
the end. You will see signs that will allow you to go on either Rt.347 or
Rt. 454. Follow the Rt. 347 signs. You will begin to see signs that say
Rt. 111, get in the left lane. After you cross over Rt.111, there will be
a shopping center right after the light. Make the left into that parking
lot, that's where Saints and Sinners is. It's in the same shopping center
as the 24 hour bagel place
From Eastern Long Island: Take Rt. 347 all the into Smithtown. When you
see signs saying Rt. 111, you will have to be in the right lane. There
will be a shopping centre with a Dunkin Donuts in it. Make the right into
that parking lot, and Saints and Sinners is in there.
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The Repercussions have been busy gearing up for their upcoming summer
tour! This tour will bring The Repercussions' high energy garage rock n
roll to new parts of the country. The confirmed dates as of this time
are:
Friday, June 25th
At Echo's in Charleston, SC
Monday, June 28th
At The Limelight in Myrtle Beach, SC
Wednesday, June 30th
At The Springwater Tavern in Nashville, TN
Thursday, July 1st
At Murphy's in Memphis, TN
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The Repercussions are counting their pennies in anticipation of this
incredible tour. Help out The Repercussions by attending one of our
fine public performances and picking up CDs, t-shirts, pins, and thongs!
Our debut EP is now available to order online through Interpunk.com!
Follow this link to go directly to The Repercussions on Interpunk:
http://www.interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=57766
You can also visit one of these fine retail establishments and pick up a
copy of the debut EP "Don't Fear" :
Tower Records
370 Walt Whitman Rd. (Rt 110)
Huntington Station, NY 11746
(631) 425-2500
Looney Tunes
31 Brookvale Ave.
West Babylon, NY 11704
(631) 587-7722
www.looneytunescds.com
Tower Records
5294 Sunrise Hwy
Massapequa Park, NY 11762
(631) 541-2222
Rock Candy
1099 D Route 25A
Stony Brook, NY 11790
631-689-1249
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Friday, June 04, 2004
Elderly haberdasher absent-minded blues
Elderly haberdasher absent-minded blues...
Let me start this blog by relating my weekend to you all (I know it's a few days late, as the weekend is almost upon us yet again)...Got home from work around 7:30am Friday morning, watched some Dawson's Creek Season One on DVD, woke up Matt at 10 so he could get to work on time, went to bed. Woke up around 5ish. After the ritual of computer, coffee and breaking of the fast while others eat dinner and another episode of Dawson's, I set about to purchase a new suit for the occasion of my cousin Zackary's Bar Mitzvah (at the last minute, of course...it wouldn't be me to have done this suithunt on Tuesday, when I had planned on it, but ended up with the computer and cell phone instead). I brambled upon JC Penney's at 8:30, about a half an hour before closing, simply because my mom's associate discount is still good until the end of June. This thrifty Jewish lad likes a good bargain, after all. I manage to stumble upon the perfect-fitting sharkskin suit in minutes flat, got advice on how to take in the pants (which were awfully long for a suit that is a 38 short), and laid out the cash, giving myself a few minutes yet to choose a pair of shoes on the way out. Mission accomplished, no? Ha ha ha. Let's just say that the moral of this story is never trust an elderly haberdasher doling out the wisdom and virtues of duct tape to temporarily take in your pants...
Since I was over there, I decide to check out the scene at Borders and get an Iced Mocha while trying to rustle up some late-evening plans. I call Meg and she's about to get sushi at King Kullen, so I say "Hey, I'll meet you there in a few minutes," and get there in just a few shakes of a lamb's tail. Good times with good friends and supermarket sushi. We finish our respective servings and part ways, and I make it to Barnes & Noble five minutes prior to closing, just in time to get a gift card for my uncle, who has just turned 40.
I get home around 11:30, and show off my new acquisitions, when my mom notices the anti-theft device still attached to the suit jacket. Goddamn son of a bitch! The store has been closed for hours at this point, and I just don't have the right tools for this kind of job. Even Cassie doesn't have the tools, which frankly shocked the heck out of me. So now I have to wait until Penney's opens in the morning to get this taken care of before the Bar Mitzvah. The problem is, they don't open until 10am, and I'm suppposed to be at the synagogue at 10, and the store is in Massapequa, which is twenty minutes away. oy vey. Complicating the matter is the fact that my body clock has me all nocturnal, so I don't get to sleep until 6am or so, and I have to be up before 9. Needless to say, I am running behind schedule getting out of the house. And then I conveniently forget which exit to take to the mall, which sets me back a few more minutes. So I get to the store at about 10:20, and get the tag taken care of without incident, and try to sneak into the temple at 10:45. My aunt saw me from the beema trying to get my bearings and find a good seat. Apparently, my mom hadn't had time to explain to her the exact nature of the situation...not that I am ever on time for anything...
I then was volunteered to chaperone the rowdy bunch of thirteen year-olds on the short bus from the temple to the reception. I was shocked by the mouths on these kids...until I remembered that at my bar mitzvah, not only were we obnoxious, but most of my friends got drunk, thanks in part to my uncle Don. Having survived that ordeal and arriving safely at the Sands at Lido Beach, I make my way to the bar and actually get carded by the bartender, who apologizes after noticing that I'm thirty. I'm sorry I'm thirty, too. I then get to talk to my grandma's best friend Alma, who also hit the booze up first thing, and we talk about drinking and jobs, before hitting up buffets on opposite sides of the room. I then talk to my uncle Alan and his lover Eddie, who have just purchased a lovely house in Connecticut as a weekend retreat from their Chelsea condo when city life proves to stressful. At 40, Alan seems to want to succumb to the American Suburban dream, proving that noone is safe. I attempt to talk to my cousin Nina about her impending high school graduation and college plans and whatnot, but for some reason, can barely abandon the impulses to say "God, I remember when you were born...I cannot believe you are a grown woman now...I'm so freaking old and still have not found love..." I had intelligent conversations with her once upon a time. One of those rare flashes where I was able to see her and Drew as sentient beings without the association of age and distance separating all of us. I wish I could relate, but I just feel so disassociated from them now. And with my usual partner-in-crime Matt paired up with Cassie, I felt like a total odd man out. On top of everything, I just felt old because I was checking out all the marrried women, many of whom had kids. Don't let me go there, please... I really could have used a drinking buddy that day, which ended eventually at 2am, much the way Friday started, with some Dawson's Creek...
Let me start this blog by relating my weekend to you all (I know it's a few days late, as the weekend is almost upon us yet again)...Got home from work around 7:30am Friday morning, watched some Dawson's Creek Season One on DVD, woke up Matt at 10 so he could get to work on time, went to bed. Woke up around 5ish. After the ritual of computer, coffee and breaking of the fast while others eat dinner and another episode of Dawson's, I set about to purchase a new suit for the occasion of my cousin Zackary's Bar Mitzvah (at the last minute, of course...it wouldn't be me to have done this suithunt on Tuesday, when I had planned on it, but ended up with the computer and cell phone instead). I brambled upon JC Penney's at 8:30, about a half an hour before closing, simply because my mom's associate discount is still good until the end of June. This thrifty Jewish lad likes a good bargain, after all. I manage to stumble upon the perfect-fitting sharkskin suit in minutes flat, got advice on how to take in the pants (which were awfully long for a suit that is a 38 short), and laid out the cash, giving myself a few minutes yet to choose a pair of shoes on the way out. Mission accomplished, no? Ha ha ha. Let's just say that the moral of this story is never trust an elderly haberdasher doling out the wisdom and virtues of duct tape to temporarily take in your pants...
Since I was over there, I decide to check out the scene at Borders and get an Iced Mocha while trying to rustle up some late-evening plans. I call Meg and she's about to get sushi at King Kullen, so I say "Hey, I'll meet you there in a few minutes," and get there in just a few shakes of a lamb's tail. Good times with good friends and supermarket sushi. We finish our respective servings and part ways, and I make it to Barnes & Noble five minutes prior to closing, just in time to get a gift card for my uncle, who has just turned 40.
I get home around 11:30, and show off my new acquisitions, when my mom notices the anti-theft device still attached to the suit jacket. Goddamn son of a bitch! The store has been closed for hours at this point, and I just don't have the right tools for this kind of job. Even Cassie doesn't have the tools, which frankly shocked the heck out of me. So now I have to wait until Penney's opens in the morning to get this taken care of before the Bar Mitzvah. The problem is, they don't open until 10am, and I'm suppposed to be at the synagogue at 10, and the store is in Massapequa, which is twenty minutes away. oy vey. Complicating the matter is the fact that my body clock has me all nocturnal, so I don't get to sleep until 6am or so, and I have to be up before 9. Needless to say, I am running behind schedule getting out of the house. And then I conveniently forget which exit to take to the mall, which sets me back a few more minutes. So I get to the store at about 10:20, and get the tag taken care of without incident, and try to sneak into the temple at 10:45. My aunt saw me from the beema trying to get my bearings and find a good seat. Apparently, my mom hadn't had time to explain to her the exact nature of the situation...not that I am ever on time for anything...
I then was volunteered to chaperone the rowdy bunch of thirteen year-olds on the short bus from the temple to the reception. I was shocked by the mouths on these kids...until I remembered that at my bar mitzvah, not only were we obnoxious, but most of my friends got drunk, thanks in part to my uncle Don. Having survived that ordeal and arriving safely at the Sands at Lido Beach, I make my way to the bar and actually get carded by the bartender, who apologizes after noticing that I'm thirty. I'm sorry I'm thirty, too. I then get to talk to my grandma's best friend Alma, who also hit the booze up first thing, and we talk about drinking and jobs, before hitting up buffets on opposite sides of the room. I then talk to my uncle Alan and his lover Eddie, who have just purchased a lovely house in Connecticut as a weekend retreat from their Chelsea condo when city life proves to stressful. At 40, Alan seems to want to succumb to the American Suburban dream, proving that noone is safe. I attempt to talk to my cousin Nina about her impending high school graduation and college plans and whatnot, but for some reason, can barely abandon the impulses to say "God, I remember when you were born...I cannot believe you are a grown woman now...I'm so freaking old and still have not found love..." I had intelligent conversations with her once upon a time. One of those rare flashes where I was able to see her and Drew as sentient beings without the association of age and distance separating all of us. I wish I could relate, but I just feel so disassociated from them now. And with my usual partner-in-crime Matt paired up with Cassie, I felt like a total odd man out. On top of everything, I just felt old because I was checking out all the marrried women, many of whom had kids. Don't let me go there, please... I really could have used a drinking buddy that day, which ended eventually at 2am, much the way Friday started, with some Dawson's Creek...
Thursday, May 27, 2004
New computer
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.
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.
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.
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