Friday, April 16, 2004 at 12:27:36 (EDT)

There never seems to be enough time to do the things I want to do

Decatur spent a lot of the morning sitting on the roof. The squirrels weren't even bothered by her. They probably think she's just a really big squirrel.

Tonight, Motico once again takes the stage at The Balanza Bar. We go on around 9, the cover is merely $5. Tonight MRK promises to bite the head off a bottle of Claritan!

Today is also the day of the NYU Zine Festival, for which I believe Rated Rookie has a booth. I can't make most of the proceedings but one thing I'd really like to see is Phoebe Gloeckner's reading at 6PM. She's one of my favorite comic artists, if not the most prolific. She's the guest of honor at the show today, which may well be her last NYC gig since she's taking a teaching position at the University of Michigan and will be leaving the area.

But I probably won't be able to make it as it brushes a little too close to our showtime. I suppose once we're more used to doing gigs, we might be a little more lax about pre-show preparation, but I can already feel the needles of nervousness building up on top of the foundation of nervousness which serves as the basis of my winning personality.

This is one of those instances in which I again lament the fact that we don't have teleporters in every major city.



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Thursday, April 15, 2004 at 12:16:04 (EDT)

You might like to hear my organ
Yesterday Zack and I went to Williamsburg to hang up some flyers and check out the bar where our Friday show will be. It was kind of a wash on both counts: the bar was locked up tight, and there are fewer good flyering spots in Billburg than I had thought. But we did pass by Main Drag Music to find they were closed for renovations ... and had left some stuff out on the sidewalk, presumably to be thrown out. So we backed up the van and took it. Now we don't know what to do with it.

See more about the newest crap we picked up off the street!

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Thursday, April 15, 2004 at 11:52:55 (EDT)

We owe you nothing
As I am wont to do, I forgot to hustle for the monthly blogger reading that occurred last night at PS122. If you can float the hefty $7 cover, it's always impressive. Bloggers can actually write. Token published author Ned Vizzini even mentioned that the books he's written don't seem nearly as 'cool' in relative terms to the output in the blogworld. He might also have been joking.

The reading was again excellent and I'm starting to wonder if they wouldn't get a bigger turnout if they could just lower the cover price some. Seven bones is still a little too steep these days. I defer to what I think of as "The Fugazi Line," after the band who for many years refused to play any venue who charged more than $5 a head. If I go see something whose price crosses the Fugazi Line, I have to think twice. And thinking twice usually means I won't go. Of course, there are exceptions, like WYSIWYG, cuz I know it's always going to be good enough to justify the cost. And then again, I think Fugazi went over The Fugazi Line some years ago, right?

Then I hit Lit to see Electric Turn To Me with MRK and Sylvia for MRK's birthday. This was a last-minute show, so nobody was there except their friends and weirdos like us who follow their every move. They really are turning into an impressive band. Last night they sounded more like Joy Division than ever before, but because they rock out I don't have to feel like a goth dork (re: high school) to like it. They get compared to an ampped-up Siouxsie & the Banshees mostly because they have a female lead singer. But I think Silke's stage presence is far more reminiscent of Peter Murphy, cuz onstage they both appear to be about 9 feet tall and 80 pounds.

And now, MRK's birthday photo tour:



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Wednesday, April 14, 2004 at 14:47:30 (EDT)

You're growin' so tired of growin' old
Happy birthday to MRK and Abby, both born on April 14, though probably not at exactly the same time. Finally I'm not the oldest member of my band!

It's also Adrien Brody's birthday. Can you believe he's the same age as MRK? Time to get to work on getting your own oscar! Other April Fourteeners of note: Loretta Lynn, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Anthony Michael Hall, Daniel Clowes, and everybody's favorite gambler, Pete Rose! Good company indeed.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 at 15:37:28 (EDT)

You know when you grope for luna
On the train to Maxwell's the other night K embroiled us in a conversation about train gropers in Tokyo. I have heard about chikan, men who smoosh themselves in Tokyo's famously crowded trains for the sole purpose of copping a feel on a woman pinned under the press of so many passengers. But K seemed to think the groping was equal-opportunity, that women were taking advantage of the hapless commuters as well. That I had never heard before; in fact, it seems more in line with a male-perspective fantasy than anything else. A couple of cursory Google searches yielded mostly news stories concerning men accused of chikanery (I am so clever!) who formed a self-help group to protest their innocence. But nothing about grabby females. So does this go on, are their normally-demure Japanese women looking for prey on the subway? If so, Motico will be scheduling our first tour entirely in Tokyo.

But one needn't travel to Japan to grope women. Here's a handy site that details prime groping spots all over the world, complete with helpful advice like this one (from London):

I carry a mobile phone in one hand and pretend to send a text message when riding escalators. I can grope with my fingers when and if she looks round I am using my phone. I don’t even look up from my phone. Why should I, I haven’t done anything.... Beware stations and Underground unless the station is packed your actions will be recorded on CCTV.

That's just the tip of the iceberg. These guys have their methodology so planned out, one wonders if their time couldn't be better spent, somehow....

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 at 09:08:38 (EDT)

This isn't some kind of metaphor
Nobody knows why there's a turkey in Battery Park, but one thing is clear: us bloggers love it. I saw said turkey when I was meeting my parents a couple weeks ago, but because I was distracted trying to find them, it didn't really register. I just thought it was a peacock, since years of zoo attendance has taught me that peacocks are the one animal you can successfully allow to roam around out in the open. I see now the fallacy of my conclusion, upon which I blame the faulty "See 'n Say: Farmer Says" Educational tool I had as a child.

So the Battery Park turkey is named Zelda, possibly for F. Scott Fitzgerald's wife, who went insane and was found wandering around lower Manhattan in the late 1920's. Oh, I'm making that up.



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Monday, April 12, 2004 at 18:25:17 (EDT)

96 tears
Awright people, time to turn on the schmoozemachine. If you don't come to our next show, we will cry. The Balanza Bar is in the same general part of Williamsburg as the last show, but a couple of blocks closer to the G & L trains! How can you refuse?

And yes, I'm sorry I keep linking to my band website. But you see, nobody else listens but you people! *sniff*

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Monday, April 12, 2004 at 13:29:31 (EDT)

We took the train from New York City
Okay, so now I know why I've never been to Maxwell's. It's a pain in the ass. Maybe it's just the psychological weight of traveling to another state just to see a show, but Zack calculated that we spent as much time in transit as we did at the actual show. Two subways, the cavernous WTC PATH station, the embarrassing Jersey couple flirt-fighting on the train, the $3 cab ride to the club. That was a show in itself.

I was kind of surprised that the show wasn't sold out. Have I so severely misjudged the relative popularity of Oneida, The Dirty Faces and Modey Lemon to think they'd pack the smallish band room at Maxwell's? Or do New Yorkers just recoil at the idea of going to Jersey for an evening's fun? Anyway, I was glad to finally see Modey Lemon after hearing them mentioned here and there over the past year. They kick ass. Just the drummer alone is enough to say they kick ass. His kit uses a floor tom as a rack tom and a 22" bass drum as a floor tom. His actual bass drum is much smaller than his floor tom. What's up with that? I dunno but it's fine by me. They're one of those bands with no bass player, but they make up for this with organ and goofy synth effects. At first they seem like another garage band, but they're doing a lot more than playing two chords and shouting 'Yeah!" a lot.

I've liked The Dirty Faces in the past but I fear that my problem with them Friday stemmed from my own shortcomings more than anything else: I am becoming a 3-peice band snob. Somehow, if there are more than three people onstage doing stuff, I lose focus. There's just too many cooks in the kitchen, it's like a three-ring circus to me. I know that sounds dumb but I've always had problem focusing. So I don't know how much was the band and how much was the sound system and how much was my own mental deficiency, but my mind wandered a bit during their set. I think I need to see them only at super small clubs like Lit, where you have no choice but to focus on the bands. Maybe I need some Ritalin.

And Oneida rocked again, although I can never hear Jane when he sings at the beginning of "Each One Teach One." They seem to start every set with this song, and it is a good song, but that whispery-singing thing always catches the sound guy off guard. Oh well, vocals are not really the main focus of this band. They played "Up with People" which has really evolved into a cool song, so I left happy.

Getting home was a farce. Four drunk people stumbling around the PATH station, unsure where we supposed to go. We got on a train, only to be hustled out of the car by some guy in what appeared to be a porter's hat, because somebody had kicked a plexiglass panel out of the car's window. A really drunk guy who had been swinging on the poles stepped forward and said, "Well, I sure didn't kick the window out." Hmmm. The train took us somewhere that was not quite right and we panicked for a few minutes until the right train showed up. We're obviously terrible in a crisis.

See pictures of T Glitter's butt, among other things, on Juli's site.

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Monday, April 12, 2004 at 12:41:51 (EDT)

Look what you've done to this rock'n'roll clown
Hey! We finally got our pictures back from our show last week.

In other Motico news, I'm afraid our show at the Knitting Factory has been postponed for some reason. The organizers didn't feel they allotted adequate time to get the word out about it and since it's a benefit show they wanted to make sure lots of people with deep pockets would show up and shell out. But never fear, not only will I alert you here (and on the Motico mailing list if you're on that) when the show gets re-scheduled, we're still doing the show this Friday at Balanza.

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