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Friday, January
30, 2004 at 13:53:46 (EST) |
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You've got to look into the ... LIGHT
LIGHT LIGHT LIGHT LIGHT
I checked out some of the show last night at Elixir, a tiny
juice bar way downtown. I got there in time to see Jessica
Pavone and Mary
Halvorson, who play crazy viola and insane guitar, respectively.
Then, Matana
Roberts played psychotic saxophone. I don't really have
the necessary vocabulary to describe this Avant stuff, but I
believe an acceptable phrase would be: "It was bitchin'."
My experience with this sort of stuff extends to John Zorn and
his ilk, and also Sxip,
whose music is usually in the service of a larger performance
piece. I totally need to hear more stuff like this. Apparently
the Elixir show is a weekly thing, though I don't know if it's
always this kind of music or what, since they don't have
a website. To me, this means the place barely exists. What
kind of juice bar doesn't have a website? My band has
never played a live show, yet we have a website!
Am I wrong to expect to find every facet of my life somehow
documented on the web? I mean, that's why I started this thing
in the first place!
 Speaking
of nonstandard musicians, tonight is Oneida's
record release show at Tonic!
They go on precisely at midnight, so be there with a wad o'
bills. I hope they play that song I like, you know, the one
that goes on for 15 minutes and then the organ goes nuts?
Yeah. That one. Also playing is Broke Revue, who I've always
wanted to witness.
Saturday, José
is finally warming his house. I, too, will warm it, with some
kind of green-colored salsa. I believe I will make salsa verde,
as I've never made it for public consumption before. I'd do
guacamole, but that seems to summery now.
Jessica and Mary perform
with Jeff Arnal at Freddy's
on Feb 3rd, doing an all-improv set.
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Tuesday, January
27, 2004 at 18:11:20 (EST) |
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Brings out the duty in my soul
I almost forgot! Yesterday I received, for the first time in
my life, the validation that I've been waiting for. I'm being
courted for JURY DUTY!
Everybody always acts like they hate it, but I think of it
a little like Steve Martin in The Jerk, when he gets all excited
to get his name in the phone book. "I'm SOMEBODY!"
We were hoping I'd get on the Martha Stewart jury, but it
looks like I'm too late for that. Incidentally, has anyone
seen those commercials
for jury duty? Where people get interviewed like they just
saw De La Guarda, "It was fascinating!" "I
loved it!" And then Regis Philbin inexplicably appears
to tell you how great jury duty is. Is this some kind of community
service sentence he has to carry out due his contact with
Kathie Lee?
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Tuesday, January
27, 2004 at 16:51:41 (EST) |
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And he'd dance, even if no one was
dancing
Jami
makes us aware of this totally bitchin' Onion
article:
Concert
Ruined By Guy Enjoying Himself
Not only is it a deft piece of satire, it centers around
a supposed show by Oneida,
and whoever wrote it knows enough about them to know about
their neverending brainpounder, "Sheets of Easter".
Does anybody know what they're singing on that song?
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Tuesday, January
27, 2004 at 16:11:47 (EST) |
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Just don't say I'm damned for all time!
S sends us this label from another Belgian beer, Judas. I'm
willing to bet that it, like so many other beers I've come in
contact with, comes on like a true friend, only to leave in
painful betrayal the next day.
Which reminds me, why doesn't Lazlo
Toth get back on his campaign for "Bush
Beer"? Originally named for our first Bush President,
he hoped its revenues would offset the deficit. His slogans
were brilliant:
Bush Beer: A Kinder, Gentler, Beer
Don't drink and drive. Drink Bush
Beer! And take a cab.
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Monday, January
26, 2004 at 11:33:36 (EST) |
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Damn right it's better than yours
When it's as cold as it has been for as long as it has been,
you start to forget that the weather was ever nicer. You begin
to think it's always been this cold, that wearing five layers
of clothing is normal, that making coffle has always been accompanied
by mittens.
It's pissing me off! It's putting a damper on my sociability.
Whereas in better weather I couldn't wait to frolic in the
streets, these days I prefer to stay in and watch the drama
that results from placing four cats in close proximity. I
did ge tout of the house a few times, but I realized later
it was almost all for work I was doing. Somehow I am again
doing the layout for the Brooklyn Review, which seems to be
shaping up nicely, and I am even more inexplicably converting
some digital video into computer-friendly video files. This
required borrowing a camcorder from A, who was actually borrowing
it from his job. I tried using J's camera that she drunkenly
forgot in the cab over a month ago (where's that shipping
info?), but it wasn't the right format.
I was happily rendering video on Saturday night when I was
coerced into going to a party. So at midnight I left to trudge
halfway across the neighborhood. I'm not even self-conscious
about my winter outfit anymore: the enormous army coat A gave
me (plus the hat he he gave me), two scarves (one regular,
one incredibly huge scarf/afghan my grandma knitted), and
earmuffs. Yeah, that's right. The party was actually a pretty
good time, and though the DJ wasn't playing music I liked,
he was spinning vinyl, which I respect. Later on, T rallied
a bunch of people into requesting "Milkshake" but
by that time the real DJ had decamped, leaving only an iPod
in his place. iPods can't take requests. So until they do,
there will still be a need for human DJs.
 I
was introduced to the guy who runs the He'Brew Beer Company,
you know, that amusing microbrew with the faux-hebrew lettering
and the catchy slogan, "The Chosen Beer." I was
sort of confused because I think that beer is actually made
in California, so I dunno what this guy was doing in the middle
of Fort Greene in the middle of some seriously lame weather.
Even weirder was that he actually steered me away from drinking
the He'Brew he had stocked in the fridge, convincing me that
the Belgian beer, Kwak,
was a better choice. Hey, at 8%, I'm not complaining.
 The
band is still working through our songs, all of which we are
beginning to hate by now. We've been messing around with the
recordings for so long, psychosis is beginning to set in,
and we are liable to blame the cats for their role in the
production flaws. I am thinking of posting some of the mixes
we've done so far, but it seems I never get much feedback
when I post songs here. If I put some new stuff up and asked
for my readers' opinions, would anybody respond? (Dig how
I'm asking for a response about getting responses before I
put any songs up. I'm so lame.)
 UPDATE:
While researching Kwak, I found the best beer review site
ever: Maudling
the cat, beer connoisseur...
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