Friday, February 13, 2004 at 11:10:38 (EST)

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)

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)

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!

150 First Ave at E. Ninth St
Wednesday February 11, 7:30 PM

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

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Tuesday, February 10, 2004 at 10:05:18 (EST)

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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Tuesday, February 10, 2004 at 01:10:30 (EST)

How ya like me now?
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).

Also I may very well have the flu which I believe excuses such things as photoshopping a kangol on your roommate's cat's head.

I added some stuff you've already seen on the MISC page. Now I need some smokin lyrics for MC Behemoth.

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Monday, February 09, 2004 at 15:03:47 (EST)

Capt. Legs dignifies the allegations with a response
I don't have enough time to devote adequate blog space to all the cool shit I saw this weekend. Allow me to summarize:

  • Not only is Newsonic Headquarters a cool space to see bands, it's only a few blocks from Zack's house in the nebulous Clinton Hill-Williamsburg area. And despite the low-level sound system, I've never heard Oneida's vocals so clearly (even Jane who likes to do that whispery thing).
  • Rated Rookie throws a damn fine party (again). Their secret: hold it in a big loft and put everybody on children's bicycles or give them hula hoops or give them wiffle ball bats to smash suspiciously resilient piñatas. Add grain alcohol liberally.

Awright, I'm off to have our demo duplicated. We should have it by the end of the week, so start placing your orders now! Thanks to Abby for donating actual artwork for the CD. If not for her intervention, that cartoon I drew of Zack might have ended up on the cover.

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