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Friday, February
13, 2004 at 11:10:38 (EST) |
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There's only on thing wrong, Revisited
I think I'm basically over my cold finally, just down to hacking
up phlegm and whatnot. I'm sure you all wanted to know that.
But now we're on to a new crisis: I picked up our demo CDs last
night, and although they look great, very professional, there
is one little problem. At the beginning of the 4th track there
is a very noticeable digital error that reveals the fact that
these discs were duplicated rather than replicated. If you've
ever ripped a CD to turn into mp3s (for your own personal use,
of course!) you may have experienced this. It's a full-volume
screech that lasts only for a split second, but is highly distracting
and certainly not the kind of screw-up a fledgling band wants
on their new CD which is supposed to help 'sell' the music.
It's kind of a shame, they printed up 100 of these faulty
CDs. There should be some kind of error-checking device that
would spare so many coasters, since I'm sure they don't have
the time to sit around and carefully listen to each CD they
copy. Thankfully, the folks down at 245
Media Group are consummate professionals, and without
missing a beat have offered to re-run our CD, making sure
they come out correctly. Whew! Last night we were pretty dejected
for a while, fearing they'd give us the runaround, but I'm
happy to report that's not the case. So all you Motico
fans, you'll have to wait just a little bit longer for our
first published effort, but at least you can be sure we insist
on flawless records for you, and you alone. Yes, just you.
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Thursday,
February 12, 2004 at 12:12:25 (EST) |
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Knock Knock! Who's There? COCK!
 I
haven't had my haircut in something like 4 months, so I went
to my usual barber shop (although when you get your hair cut
a couple times a year it can hardly be considered a 'usual'
place). My previous
experience was one of the better ones I have had at the
barber's, so I was hoping to catch some of that same spirit
this time around. Unfortunately, it was not in the cards.
My 'usual' barber, the guy who doesn't speak and gets the
job done more or less right, was working on some other guy
when I came in. I thought about requesting him personally
but I don't know what his name is. So I had to go with the
other guy. These guys may be brothers, but their technique
is divergent as night and day. He talked all through my time
in the chair, to me, to the other barbers, to the little kid
in the next chair. I asked him to please spare the hair on
the top of my head, since it doesn't seem to grow as fast
(if at all) as the rest of my hair these days. He took one
look at my pate and said, "No, no, no. This is all too
long. You can't keep all this." I wanted to believe he
knew what he was doing. I okayed the cutting, asking him just
to try to even things out. And oh, he did.
 He
gave me a crew cut. I put my glasses on this morning and I
looked just like the warden from The Shawshank Redemption.
Great. Actually, he has more hair. I don't think the barber
really knew what he was up against, as when he look at the
finished product, he looked slightly aghast. Oh well, I suppose
it's time I owned up to my less-than-full head of hair. Maybe
I should just shave my head and get it over with. But guys
with shaved heads only look good if they look slightly tough.
And I'm not sure I could really pull that off.
But
more important than my own fashion revelations was the Worst.Sex.Ever.
reading at PS122 last night. What a great show! I knew it
would be entertaining, at least as entertaining as it is reading
the performers' blogs, but what I hadn't counted on was the
fact that, given the chance, these people can really write.
There was actual craft evident in all the selections, and
they were all hilarious. And magically, no one's story duplicated
any other. Each tale of woe was sufficiently unique, and sufficiently
grimace-inducing I don't think I'll ever forget any of them.
Even if I really, really want to.
When the show ended I dashed over to Joe's Pub to see Pink
Steel, which was quite thematic shift. Or maybe it wasn't.
They too are hilarious, prancing around in their tight pants
and horr-EE-blay heavy metal wigs. Despite being a heavy metal
parody, they betrayed their pop influences a couple of times,
covering some songs from the early 80s, Josie Cotten's "Johnny
Are You Queer?" and a medley of Cyndi Lauper's "Girls
Just Want to Have Fun" and "Time After Time".
But their real forte is their liberal appropriation of the
cheesiest metal riffs from music history and applying their
none-too-subtle lyrics. I suppose it's fitting that the guys
in the group are not in fact gay, since heavy metal for so
long denied its gay aspects under a heavy blanket of overcompensating
machismo. When their set ended, Hanson Jobb concluded, "T-Shirts
in the front ... 7 inches in the rear."
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Wednesday,
February 11, 2004 at 10:41:40 (EST) |
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Touch me I'm sick
 For
all my pontificating of late about 'mind over matter', I finally
admit it: I'm sick. In this case I think I was fooled because
whatever I have is pretty mild, but it's definitely there. In
some ways I would almost prefer a cold that totally knocked
me down, so I'd have to deal with it instead of this constantly
foisting it off until later. I really should stay in and do
nothing.
But not tonight. Tonight is the big Worst.
Sex. Ever. reading at PS.122.
Organized by Chris of Uffish
Thoughts, it will feature several authors reading tales
of their own sexual misfortune. Josh of My
So-Called Strife and Chris will be reading, as well as
some other people whom I do not currently have on my blogroll.
Should be fun and at least mildly disturbing!
PS.122
150 First Ave at E. Ninth St
Wednesday February 11, 7:30 PM
$5
 Then
I gotta motor over to Joe's
Pub to finally see Pink
Stëël. They do the whole "gay heavy metal"
thing. MRK's cousin is one of the co-creators, but I can't
remember if his stage name is Udo Von DüYü or Hanson
Jobb. We're hoping for comp tickets, since MRK was instrumental
in setting this thing up, but if I have to shell out $15 for
this, perhaps I will spend less on drinks and thus finally
get over this cold. Here's to healthy living!
Joe's Pub
425 Lafayette St near Astor Pl
Wednesday February 11, 9:30 PM
$15
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Tuesday, February
10, 2004 at 10:05:18 (EST) |
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Back on up and gimme room
If anybody wants to know why I can't get any work done in a
day, here's why:
 Mr
Bones gets all excited when he watches the pigeons on the
roof outside, so he hunkers down and backs up against (and
sometimes on top of) my work laptop. Also note my new printer
in the background. It totally kicks ass.
To the right, Pinky's halo momentarily falls askew.
She looks kinda fat in the photo because she's all crouching
down. As you can see in the below pictures, Pinky is quite
fit, and would still make a lovely addition to your home or
den.
 
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There
haven't been nearly enough cat pictures on this site of late,
so I aim to get back my catblogging street cred with photos
of Mista Bonz (aka Crocus Behemoth).