Gmail out the wazoo!
I just got SIX Gmail invites made available to me...who wants 'em? Comment below or slide me an e-mail...
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I don’t live in THE SUBURBS!!!
Okay, I have a few friends who think it's humorous to keep asking me how "suburban life" is treating me just because I moved out of Wicker Park. Now I'm the first to admit that, had I my druthers, I'd rather be living in the 'hood I've grown to love over the past decade. Right now, however, Photogal owns a nice house with a big yard and all kinds of cool amenities so I gues I'll just suffer and live in luxury for a while. Is that a crime?
However, even though I do live closer to Oak Park than Wicker Park, my new neighborhood is by no means "suburban." It actually reminds me of when I moved into Humboldt park about ten years ago. Rough, a little dangerous but definitely turning around.
Contrast this with Wicker Park, land of the H2 and the Jetta and legions of peroxide blondes shoe-shopping every weekend, and then tell me which tastes more like the suburbs.
Anyway, to the few of you who keep asking me how "suburban life" is I would like to make clear that while the question was funny and cutting the first dozen times you asked I have now just grown weary of it so cut it out, okay?
Hmmm…I just re-read that and it comes off a lot grumpier than I meant it to so keep that in mind, m'kay?
___________
TONIGHT
Rudy
and
DJ Tankboy
wanna blanket you
with love and good music.
But don't call us hippies, okay?
We don't wanna have to kick your ass.
Old school rock and/or roll attitude
mixed with only the finest selections
from yesterday, today and tomorrow.
TONIGHT, Tuesday August 31, 2004
Free PBR from 8-9pm
Stunning musical selections from 9pm until 2am
Features of the week:
We guarantee we'll play something off these new or unreleased albums!
Bjork - Medulla
Delgados - Universal Audio
Jimmy Eat World - Futures
Ted Leo/Pharmacists - Shake The Sheets
Radio 4 - Stealing Of A Nation
Elliott Smith - From The Basement On A Hill
The Twilight Singers - She Loves You
You're not hardcore unless you live hardcore…
And the legend of the rent...was WAY HARDCORE!!
Every Tuesday, only at Ten56.
Okay, I have a few friends who think it's humorous to keep asking me how "suburban life" is treating me just because I moved out of Wicker Park. Now I'm the first to admit that, had I my druthers, I'd rather be living in the 'hood I've grown to love over the past decade. Right now, however, Photogal owns a nice house with a big yard and all kinds of cool amenities so I gues I'll just suffer and live in luxury for a while. Is that a crime?
However, even though I do live closer to Oak Park than Wicker Park, my new neighborhood is by no means "suburban." It actually reminds me of when I moved into Humboldt park about ten years ago. Rough, a little dangerous but definitely turning around.
Contrast this with Wicker Park, land of the H2 and the Jetta and legions of peroxide blondes shoe-shopping every weekend, and then tell me which tastes more like the suburbs.
Anyway, to the few of you who keep asking me how "suburban life" is I would like to make clear that while the question was funny and cutting the first dozen times you asked I have now just grown weary of it so cut it out, okay?
Hmmm…I just re-read that and it comes off a lot grumpier than I meant it to so keep that in mind, m'kay?
Rudy
and
DJ Tankboy
wanna blanket you
with love and good music.
But don't call us hippies, okay?
We don't wanna have to kick your ass.
Old school rock and/or roll attitude
mixed with only the finest selections
from yesterday, today and tomorrow.
TONIGHT, Tuesday August 31, 2004
Free PBR from 8-9pm
Stunning musical selections from 9pm until 2am
Features of the week:
We guarantee we'll play something off these new or unreleased albums!
Bjork - Medulla
Delgados - Universal Audio
Jimmy Eat World - Futures
Ted Leo/Pharmacists - Shake The Sheets
Radio 4 - Stealing Of A Nation
Elliott Smith - From The Basement On A Hill
The Twilight Singers - She Loves You
You're not hardcore unless you live hardcore…
And the legend of the rent...was WAY HARDCORE!!
Every Tuesday, only at Ten56.
Monday, August 30, 2004
Monday Tankboy: Mailbag Edition
Okay, time to sort through the massive piles of mail that have been virtually piling up here at Tankboy headquarters and answer the questions that have been burning holes through your cerebral cortex.
Q: I want to be your friend. What should I buy you?
A; Money can’t buy you love, but it can buy me. Also Little Debbie's Swiss Cake Rolls or Hostess Cupcakes. Yum!
Q: Is it fun to date Tankboy?
A: Let me answer your question with few questions of my own. Do you mind mental instability? Are you a licensed social-worker with a background in dealing with substance abuse? Do you enjoy finding automobiles in unlikely places like swimming pools and trees? Do you mind suffering mild to serious hearing loss? Do you enjoy it when someone corrects your English as a reflex action? Do you enjoy fried chicken but hate mushrooms? If all the above were answered with a resounding YES then you might find Tankboy fun to date.
Q: So are you some kind of crazed drug fiend?
A: Actually, and when I was younger I never thought I’d say something like this, but no. One could say Tankboy has outgrown most mind-altering substances. Except for booze. And cigarettes. And caffeine. But that’s it now, I swear!
Q: The third person thing. Drop it. It’s lame.
A: Tankboy will do his best to stop referring to himself in the third person.
Q: You know that whole, “It’s hot” thing? I ws watching The Simple Life and noticed Paris and Nicole say that a lot. Don’t you feel like a chump?
A: A chump? Not at all. I’m glad that a ctach-phrase I initiated has wored its way into the mainstream so quickly! I haven’t been this successful in getting my word out there since I coined “postal” as a verb in the early part of the last decade. Hurrah for Tankboy!
Q: Will you book my band?
A: I don’t know, are you good? I tend to book music I feel strongly about so I tend to use the same local bands over and over. Out-of-town bands that send me great discs, or whom I happen to catch live (like Shame Club last Saturday) usually end up getting approached by me to be put on a bill. It’s that simple. No hidden equations or back-room deal-making.
Q: Well, can you get us a show on October 13?
A: I’m working on it Aaron. If all else fails take that show at Elbo Room and I’ll find someone good to play with you.
Q: You talk about your dog a lot. Why?
A: I don’t have kids (that I know of) so Betty is my baby. And I’m glad we’ve expanded the family to include Lucy and Chloe the Cat as well. All three were strays at some point and all three are well and fully loved now…
Q: What are you listening to right now?
A: This second? Jimmy Eat World’s new disc Futures. Then it’ll either be Ricky Fante, The Twilight Singers or the new Mike Watt...depends.
Q: What happened to those mp3s you said you were going to start posting.
A: Well, the guy that was going to help out got a little nervous, understandably, about hosting copy written music in today big biz litigious society so until I can afford some server space of my own in the future (which ain’t happening any time soon since Tankboy is broke and in dept) you’ll just have to wait. I do love trading mix CDs so feel free to contact me for something like that…
Q: Did you give out all your Gmail invites?
A: Well, I did, but another popped back up. So who wants a Gmail invite and what’re you gonna give me for it?
Q: Sorry about your dad.
A: Thanks, me too. I think of him at the weirdest times and still really miss him. I have a feeling that’s how it’ll be for, oh, the next fifty years or so.
Q: Do you know any good jokes?
A: Watch me walk down the street with “attitude.” That’s pretty funny...
___________
This is lame...
Totally, but I couldn't resist. Does that make me lame? Probably.
Okay, time to sort through the massive piles of mail that have been virtually piling up here at Tankboy headquarters and answer the questions that have been burning holes through your cerebral cortex.
Q: I want to be your friend. What should I buy you?
A; Money can’t buy you love, but it can buy me. Also Little Debbie's Swiss Cake Rolls or Hostess Cupcakes. Yum!
Q: Is it fun to date Tankboy?
A: Let me answer your question with few questions of my own. Do you mind mental instability? Are you a licensed social-worker with a background in dealing with substance abuse? Do you enjoy finding automobiles in unlikely places like swimming pools and trees? Do you mind suffering mild to serious hearing loss? Do you enjoy it when someone corrects your English as a reflex action? Do you enjoy fried chicken but hate mushrooms? If all the above were answered with a resounding YES then you might find Tankboy fun to date.
Q: So are you some kind of crazed drug fiend?
A: Actually, and when I was younger I never thought I’d say something like this, but no. One could say Tankboy has outgrown most mind-altering substances. Except for booze. And cigarettes. And caffeine. But that’s it now, I swear!
Q: The third person thing. Drop it. It’s lame.
A: Tankboy will do his best to stop referring to himself in the third person.
Q: You know that whole, “It’s hot” thing? I ws watching The Simple Life and noticed Paris and Nicole say that a lot. Don’t you feel like a chump?
A: A chump? Not at all. I’m glad that a ctach-phrase I initiated has wored its way into the mainstream so quickly! I haven’t been this successful in getting my word out there since I coined “postal” as a verb in the early part of the last decade. Hurrah for Tankboy!
Q: Will you book my band?
A: I don’t know, are you good? I tend to book music I feel strongly about so I tend to use the same local bands over and over. Out-of-town bands that send me great discs, or whom I happen to catch live (like Shame Club last Saturday) usually end up getting approached by me to be put on a bill. It’s that simple. No hidden equations or back-room deal-making.
Q: Well, can you get us a show on October 13?
A: I’m working on it Aaron. If all else fails take that show at Elbo Room and I’ll find someone good to play with you.
Q: You talk about your dog a lot. Why?
A: I don’t have kids (that I know of) so Betty is my baby. And I’m glad we’ve expanded the family to include Lucy and Chloe the Cat as well. All three were strays at some point and all three are well and fully loved now…
Q: What are you listening to right now?
A: This second? Jimmy Eat World’s new disc Futures. Then it’ll either be Ricky Fante, The Twilight Singers or the new Mike Watt...depends.
Q: What happened to those mp3s you said you were going to start posting.
A: Well, the guy that was going to help out got a little nervous, understandably, about hosting copy written music in today big biz litigious society so until I can afford some server space of my own in the future (which ain’t happening any time soon since Tankboy is broke and in dept) you’ll just have to wait. I do love trading mix CDs so feel free to contact me for something like that…
Q: Did you give out all your Gmail invites?
A: Well, I did, but another popped back up. So who wants a Gmail invite and what’re you gonna give me for it?
Q: Sorry about your dad.
A: Thanks, me too. I think of him at the weirdest times and still really miss him. I have a feeling that’s how it’ll be for, oh, the next fifty years or so.
Q: Do you know any good jokes?
A: Watch me walk down the street with “attitude.” That’s pretty funny...
This is lame...
Totally, but I couldn't resist. Does that make me lame? Probably.
| T | Talented |
| A | Amazing |
| N | Nutty |
| K | Kind |
| B | Bold |
| O | Odd |
| Y | Young |
Friday, August 27, 2004
Wah wah wah.
Looks like I will miss the wrestling as I won't be out of work early enough. I think that makes me happy, but I'm not sure...
Instead I will be attending a mandatory employee picnic. I just hope there's no three-legged sack races as I refrained from wearing jeans to work today. Obviously an employee picnic and permission to wear jeans go hand in hand, right? Obviously I completely forgot that little fact whilst dressing for work this morning, right?
Even though everyone else did wear jeans, it still seems weird to me to wear jeans to the office. Now if the "work casual" dress code was ever permanently dropped, believe you me, I would no longer feel awkward in jeans in the workplace. Until then, though, I'll stick with slacks/pants/non-denim legwear.
I have decided to take advantage of the early-ending work day -- due to the picnic of course -- to take a lunch break. Which is what I'm doing now. Which, now that I'm thinking of this as a lunch break, means I am now growing hungry. So I'm gonna eat something. So there! And maybe read a bit of my magazine at my desk.
Serenity now!
Looks like I will miss the wrestling as I won't be out of work early enough. I think that makes me happy, but I'm not sure...
Instead I will be attending a mandatory employee picnic. I just hope there's no three-legged sack races as I refrained from wearing jeans to work today. Obviously an employee picnic and permission to wear jeans go hand in hand, right? Obviously I completely forgot that little fact whilst dressing for work this morning, right?
Even though everyone else did wear jeans, it still seems weird to me to wear jeans to the office. Now if the "work casual" dress code was ever permanently dropped, believe you me, I would no longer feel awkward in jeans in the workplace. Until then, though, I'll stick with slacks/pants/non-denim legwear.
I have decided to take advantage of the early-ending work day -- due to the picnic of course -- to take a lunch break. Which is what I'm doing now. Which, now that I'm thinking of this as a lunch break, means I am now growing hungry. So I'm gonna eat something. So there! And maybe read a bit of my magazine at my desk.
Serenity now!
Plug-O-Rama!
It's Friday! I'm lazy! So instead of all-brand-spankin' new original content (that was redundant, wasn't it?) I figured I’d point you in the general direction of a few healthy diversion for the weekend.
• First off, my friend Darcell has had one of her short stories published in IT'S ALL GOOD: How Do You Like It Here Now? And I think you should run out and buy the book right this second. It's out on the wonderful Manic D Press and can be purchased here or here if your finest neighborhood bookseller isn't already carrying it. It's an anthology of short stories, poems and commix and while I'm pissed Darcell is ahead of me in the curve of published fiction I'm also incredibly proud of her. Way to go!
• Now from the highbrow to the incredibly lowbrow. Last weekend a flyer appeared on my front door for an amateur wrestling match taking place just down the street from me. I laughed. I sneered. I tried to crumple the flyer up but Photogal stopped me and read it for herself. She squealed. With joy. She’s decided we are going. Why me God, why me?!
Apparently the All American Wrestling group (yeah, I never heard of ‘em either) is opening their own center of operations, The AWW Independent Wrestling Center, a mere two blocks from my house! Auuuugh! Anyway, if you’re interested in watching Tankboy squirm and Photogal cheer on guys willing to hit each other over the head with folding metal chairs then full details can be found here. God save me.
• I saw Secret Window last night, the Johnny Depp flick adapted from a Stephen King story, and it was kinda lame. It might have been better if I hadn’t spotted the "twist" ending about fifteen minutes into the film. And then I felt stupid for not catching it earlier. Also, the play on names later in the movie had me mocking the technique as totally ripping off The Shining...until I realized it was written by the guy who wrote The Shining. So that got me to thinking; how funny is it that the movie about a guy suspected of plagiarizing (basically himself) contains a plot device that the writer of the original story the movie is base on, basically plagiarized from himself? Anyway, while the movie was a bit dopey, it was a good way to unwind last night after an evening barbeque.
• And in another bold marketing move, Sara Lee has decided to just embrace "honesty" in their new campaign for Jimmy Dean foods. An example:
Clever? Sure. Honest? No!
__________
So with that, I bid you adieu. I may be in town this weekend. I may not. I may update this weekend. I may not. I may shower this weekend. Eh, probably not...
Keeding! I’m keeding!
It's Friday! I'm lazy! So instead of all-brand-spankin' new original content (that was redundant, wasn't it?) I figured I’d point you in the general direction of a few healthy diversion for the weekend.
• First off, my friend Darcell has had one of her short stories published in IT'S ALL GOOD: How Do You Like It Here Now? And I think you should run out and buy the book right this second. It's out on the wonderful Manic D Press and can be purchased here or here if your finest neighborhood bookseller isn't already carrying it. It's an anthology of short stories, poems and commix and while I'm pissed Darcell is ahead of me in the curve of published fiction I'm also incredibly proud of her. Way to go!
• Now from the highbrow to the incredibly lowbrow. Last weekend a flyer appeared on my front door for an amateur wrestling match taking place just down the street from me. I laughed. I sneered. I tried to crumple the flyer up but Photogal stopped me and read it for herself. She squealed. With joy. She’s decided we are going. Why me God, why me?!
Apparently the All American Wrestling group (yeah, I never heard of ‘em either) is opening their own center of operations, The AWW Independent Wrestling Center, a mere two blocks from my house! Auuuugh! Anyway, if you’re interested in watching Tankboy squirm and Photogal cheer on guys willing to hit each other over the head with folding metal chairs then full details can be found here. God save me.
• I saw Secret Window last night, the Johnny Depp flick adapted from a Stephen King story, and it was kinda lame. It might have been better if I hadn’t spotted the "twist" ending about fifteen minutes into the film. And then I felt stupid for not catching it earlier. Also, the play on names later in the movie had me mocking the technique as totally ripping off The Shining...until I realized it was written by the guy who wrote The Shining. So that got me to thinking; how funny is it that the movie about a guy suspected of plagiarizing (basically himself) contains a plot device that the writer of the original story the movie is base on, basically plagiarized from himself? Anyway, while the movie was a bit dopey, it was a good way to unwind last night after an evening barbeque.
• And in another bold marketing move, Sara Lee has decided to just embrace "honesty" in their new campaign for Jimmy Dean foods. An example:
Magazine ads feature clever lines with simple shots of sausage sandwiches: "With a breakfast like this, you can carpe the whole dang diem."
The ads introduce a new tagline: "Eat Jimmy Dean." (full story)
Clever? Sure. Honest? No!
So with that, I bid you adieu. I may be in town this weekend. I may not. I may update this weekend. I may not. I may shower this weekend. Eh, probably not...
Keeding! I’m keeding!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
A child of the 70's.
Back in 1995 my friend Mark and I scored tickets to see Mike Watt tour behind his debut album. I was stoked becasue I dug Watt to the extreme and opening the show would be the brand spankin' new little band named Foo Fighters. Back then, folks really didn’t know what to expect so the show sold slowly...until it was announced that Watt's rhythm guitarist would be Eddie Vedder! ( I had guessed he might come along since his then-wife’s band, Hovercraft, was the first band playing that night.) Anyway, obviously the show sold out and I have terrific memories of that night, even if the huge grey brick of a cell-phone I had at that time kept missing Vedder’s calls after the show (we were with friends of his) so we missed the post-show carousing with the band.
Anyway, up until today, all I had were fond memories of how terrific the evening sounded...until I came across this site! This is a stereo recording of the show I was at and it's a scorcher! Download and relive the glory alongside with me, won’t you?
_________
Holy crap!
Psychic TV is playing at The Empty Bottle on November 19?!!!!!!
I am so there.
Back in 1995 my friend Mark and I scored tickets to see Mike Watt tour behind his debut album. I was stoked becasue I dug Watt to the extreme and opening the show would be the brand spankin' new little band named Foo Fighters. Back then, folks really didn’t know what to expect so the show sold slowly...until it was announced that Watt's rhythm guitarist would be Eddie Vedder! ( I had guessed he might come along since his then-wife’s band, Hovercraft, was the first band playing that night.) Anyway, obviously the show sold out and I have terrific memories of that night, even if the huge grey brick of a cell-phone I had at that time kept missing Vedder’s calls after the show (we were with friends of his) so we missed the post-show carousing with the band.
Anyway, up until today, all I had were fond memories of how terrific the evening sounded...until I came across this site! This is a stereo recording of the show I was at and it's a scorcher! Download and relive the glory alongside with me, won’t you?
Holy crap!
Psychic TV is playing at The Empty Bottle on November 19?!!!!!!
I am so there.
I'm mortified.
I just remembered that I was totally rockin' out the air guitar Tuesday during my DJ set when I spun that part of The Killers' "Glamorous Indie Rock & Roll" that totally rips off a Queen instrumental breakdown. I can never show my face in public again.
__________
Boring, boring, boring Sydney...
That's what I was yesterday. I got out of work so late there really wasn't anything to do other than go home, chow down and crash out. Yeah, that's me, keepin' the rock and/or alive in everyday minutiae.
__________
Linkage.
Please note I've added a few links to the left, deleted some that haven't been updated in months (sorry!) and I've also noted (thusly)which sites seem to be on temporary hiatus. I've also added a few new links like the hallucinatory Leyner-like¹ prose of So Sayeth The Peabs and the oddly addictive and not-quite-safe-for-work musings of That Ashley Girl.
I am always tempted to add lots of new links but I would prefer that the stuff I recommend is kept to a minimum rather than risking that the links are just ignored due to their sheer number. I've noticed some sites just keep adding the links until they number in the hundreds but that seems to defeat the purpose of recommending something in the first place. I mean, if something I like is buried so deeply that you have just as much chance landing on it through a random Google search as you do picking it out of an unedning line of links, then what's the point? Anyway, if you enjoy this babbling of mine, you’ll probably like the sites I recommend even more...that’s all I'm (poorly) trying to say.
__________
Goddamn Dunkin’ Donuts!
Okay, I can smell the morning batch of donuts from my office at home, so I'm getting the hell out of here and getting me a chocolate iced and big ol' coffee. I'll try not to run the stop sign by my house, cut off a county sheriff and get myself another ticket like I did the last time I have a craving for Dunkin Donuts...
__________ Quickies.
So that's why DJ tankPOD beat DJ Tankboy!
How to argue...hah! (credz Sarah)
...and that's it...
¹That would be Mark Leyner. I got into his stuff about, oh, ten years ago and really dug it. Apparently he is/was pals with my first college English teacher Curtis White. Anyway, I always really dug his style of writing supposed non-fiction and heightening it with the most unbelievable situations. For instance in his most popular book, Et Tu Babe?, the hero is a certain Mark Leyner, world famous author, ingestor of myriad mind-altering substances and possessor of both a beautifully exotic wife and an unbelievable physique. I don't know...it's not the most challenging reading in the entire world, but it sure is a hell of a lot of fun. I guess it's best summed up by one Amazon.com reviewer’s words, "It's a Mark Leyner book. That's about as much of a compliment as I can think of. Really a uniquely disturbing individual. But a brilliant, innovative writer."
I just remembered that I was totally rockin' out the air guitar Tuesday during my DJ set when I spun that part of The Killers' "Glamorous Indie Rock & Roll" that totally rips off a Queen instrumental breakdown. I can never show my face in public again.
Boring, boring, boring Sydney...
That's what I was yesterday. I got out of work so late there really wasn't anything to do other than go home, chow down and crash out. Yeah, that's me, keepin' the rock and/or alive in everyday minutiae.
Linkage.
Please note I've added a few links to the left, deleted some that haven't been updated in months (sorry!) and I've also noted (
I am always tempted to add lots of new links but I would prefer that the stuff I recommend is kept to a minimum rather than risking that the links are just ignored due to their sheer number. I've noticed some sites just keep adding the links until they number in the hundreds but that seems to defeat the purpose of recommending something in the first place. I mean, if something I like is buried so deeply that you have just as much chance landing on it through a random Google search as you do picking it out of an unedning line of links, then what's the point? Anyway, if you enjoy this babbling of mine, you’ll probably like the sites I recommend even more...that’s all I'm (poorly) trying to say.
Goddamn Dunkin’ Donuts!
Okay, I can smell the morning batch of donuts from my office at home, so I'm getting the hell out of here and getting me a chocolate iced and big ol' coffee. I'll try not to run the stop sign by my house, cut off a county sheriff and get myself another ticket like I did the last time I have a craving for Dunkin Donuts...
So that's why DJ tankPOD beat DJ Tankboy!
How to argue...hah! (credz Sarah)
...and that's it...
¹That would be Mark Leyner. I got into his stuff about, oh, ten years ago and really dug it. Apparently he is/was pals with my first college English teacher Curtis White. Anyway, I always really dug his style of writing supposed non-fiction and heightening it with the most unbelievable situations. For instance in his most popular book, Et Tu Babe?, the hero is a certain Mark Leyner, world famous author, ingestor of myriad mind-altering substances and possessor of both a beautifully exotic wife and an unbelievable physique. I don't know...it's not the most challenging reading in the entire world, but it sure is a hell of a lot of fun. I guess it's best summed up by one Amazon.com reviewer’s words, "It's a Mark Leyner book. That's about as much of a compliment as I can think of. Really a uniquely disturbing individual. But a brilliant, innovative writer."
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
!!Advance Warning!!
Rudy is ditching me to catch Tommy Stinson at Double Door on Tuesday September 7. I have forgiven him a) as long as he kidnaps Tommy and brings him to Ten56 after the show and b) because the lovely and talented Photogal will be DJing in his place! Yup, that's right, boyfriend/girlfriend team Tankboy and Photogal will tear it up a week from Tuesday at Ten56.
Will we get into a drunken brawl?
How many songs with cowbell will Photogal play?
How many Bonnie Tyler songs does tankboy own?
Just how sexy is Photogal when she dances
to Queens Of The Stone Age and Prince?
Just how gross is Tankboy when he dances
to Jesus Christ Superstar?
All these answers and more!
Slalom y'all!
Don't miss this!
Rudy is ditching me to catch Tommy Stinson at Double Door on Tuesday September 7. I have forgiven him a) as long as he kidnaps Tommy and brings him to Ten56 after the show and b) because the lovely and talented Photogal will be DJing in his place! Yup, that's right, boyfriend/girlfriend team Tankboy and Photogal will tear it up a week from Tuesday at Ten56.
How many songs with cowbell will Photogal play?
How many Bonnie Tyler songs does tankboy own?
Just how sexy is Photogal when she dances
to Queens Of The Stone Age and Prince?
Just how gross is Tankboy when he dances
to Jesus Christ Superstar?
All these answers and more!
Slalom y'all!
Don't miss this!
Um, wow.
I totally didn't see this coming. Dick Cheney approves of gay marriage?
I guess Cheney isn't Satan after all, he's only mostly evil!
I totally didn't see this coming. Dick Cheney approves of gay marriage?
I guess Cheney isn't Satan after all, he's only mostly evil!
Flex-time.
Some mornings you get in really early, and some mornings you get in really late. Thank god for flex time, eh? Today I made up for my early arrival yesterday and got in later than usual.
Anyway, no real post today, but I did get an e-mail from a guy selling his Slim Shady EP on eBay. It seems like a real collector's item. Or not. Regardless, I like the way he described Eminem, the disc and his selling procedures. Any time I see english in a form that's not completely mangled on eBay, I get a little excited. Plus, if I can steer an interested party over there and help this dude keep from getting evicted, I'm down with that to.
Sorry to be so lame and leave it at that, but I got work to do and daddy needs to pay his bills!
Some mornings you get in really early, and some mornings you get in really late. Thank god for flex time, eh? Today I made up for my early arrival yesterday and got in later than usual.
Anyway, no real post today, but I did get an e-mail from a guy selling his Slim Shady EP on eBay. It seems like a real collector's item. Or not. Regardless, I like the way he described Eminem, the disc and his selling procedures. Any time I see english in a form that's not completely mangled on eBay, I get a little excited. Plus, if I can steer an interested party over there and help this dude keep from getting evicted, I'm down with that to.
Sorry to be so lame and leave it at that, but I got work to do and daddy needs to pay his bills!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Yo yo yo...wassup?!
Alright, I'm Audi in about twenty minutes, but reckoned that this stylin' picture of my nephew would be a good way to end the day. When he's old enough he'll be at Ten56 every Tuesday night. For sure.
Alright, I'm Audi in about twenty minutes, but reckoned that this stylin' picture of my nephew would be a good way to end the day. When he's old enough he'll be at Ten56 every Tuesday night. For sure.
Sovereigneninnittity.
Sweet jesus, why is this man still in power?
Click here to see Dubya laying out more words of wisdom.
Do you think most Americans know we are the primary source of both humor and bone-chilling fear the world over?
And now, a plea: Please please please register to vote and get rid of this guy in three months...please...
Sweet jesus, why is this man still in power?
Click here to see Dubya laying out more words of wisdom.
Do you think most Americans know we are the primary source of both humor and bone-chilling fear the world over?
And now, a plea: Please please please register to vote and get rid of this guy in three months...please...
Six-frickin’-fifteen in the A-to-the-M?!
Why have I been getting up so early lately? Oh well, now I just guess I’ll get ready and get in super-early. That should be fun as the following will or may happen:
• Getting in early means you get to leave early so maybe I’ll have time for the gym before the usual Tuesday night DJ shindig.
• The possibilities for a rash of coronaries spreading through the office when people see my puss before 9:00 has it’s darkly comedic possibilities…though I had better bone up on my basic CPR since I don’t want anyone to actually die!
• When the clock strikes noon, my day will be almost half over already! This is quite an adjustment from the clock striking noon an hour or two after I’ve sat down at my desk. (Okay, that’s pretty lame. When you work in an office though it is those little things that help keep the day chugging along sometimes!)
• Early departure from the homestead means stops at both Dunkin’ Donuts and Starbucks on the way in. Yum!
Y’know, I’ve been getting in earlier and earlier lately and that’s starting to freak me out. One of the great things about my job, when I accepted it, was the flex-time. As long as you put in eight hours a day, the time you clocked in wasn’t so important. This was partially done as a response to folks living in the city (I commute to the ‘burbs in case you haven’t picked that up over the last two years) and partially done because it seems that Marketing-types tend to like to sleep later…and what good are we mentally if we’re not well-rested, right?
Since I’ve moved, though, the commute is much less hellish so I seem to be getting in earlier and earlier. I suppose the fact that I’m not out at night nearly so often probably helps contribute to my subtly shifting schedule as well. Is this what it’s like to slowly turn into a grown-up? Hmmm…
Speaking of grown-up, I’ve discovered the one hidden trap that comes along with owning a house with a really big lawn that the doggies love. Someone, eventually, needs to mow thast really big lawn that the doggies love. And do you for one second think that someone is Photogal? Uh uh. It’s me, baby. Last week, for the first time in who-knows-how-many years, I cranked up as lawn-mower and cut the grass on our property.
Tankboy doing yardwaork? Now that's hot!
Why have I been getting up so early lately? Oh well, now I just guess I’ll get ready and get in super-early. That should be fun as the following will or may happen:
• Getting in early means you get to leave early so maybe I’ll have time for the gym before the usual Tuesday night DJ shindig.
• The possibilities for a rash of coronaries spreading through the office when people see my puss before 9:00 has it’s darkly comedic possibilities…though I had better bone up on my basic CPR since I don’t want anyone to actually die!
• When the clock strikes noon, my day will be almost half over already! This is quite an adjustment from the clock striking noon an hour or two after I’ve sat down at my desk. (Okay, that’s pretty lame. When you work in an office though it is those little things that help keep the day chugging along sometimes!)
• Early departure from the homestead means stops at both Dunkin’ Donuts and Starbucks on the way in. Yum!
Y’know, I’ve been getting in earlier and earlier lately and that’s starting to freak me out. One of the great things about my job, when I accepted it, was the flex-time. As long as you put in eight hours a day, the time you clocked in wasn’t so important. This was partially done as a response to folks living in the city (I commute to the ‘burbs in case you haven’t picked that up over the last two years) and partially done because it seems that Marketing-types tend to like to sleep later…and what good are we mentally if we’re not well-rested, right?
Since I’ve moved, though, the commute is much less hellish so I seem to be getting in earlier and earlier. I suppose the fact that I’m not out at night nearly so often probably helps contribute to my subtly shifting schedule as well. Is this what it’s like to slowly turn into a grown-up? Hmmm…
Speaking of grown-up, I’ve discovered the one hidden trap that comes along with owning a house with a really big lawn that the doggies love. Someone, eventually, needs to mow thast really big lawn that the doggies love. And do you for one second think that someone is Photogal? Uh uh. It’s me, baby. Last week, for the first time in who-knows-how-many years, I cranked up as lawn-mower and cut the grass on our property.
Tankboy doing yardwaork? Now that's hot!
Monday, August 23, 2004
Ooog...screw the gym.
Am I glad I got in early today becasue boy-oh-boy am I glad to be on my way out right now. Operation Tankboy Slim, Trim and at The Gym will have to wait another day due to the weird intestinal wrangling taking place in my belly right now. What could I have eaten to upset my stomch so? All I've had today were a few pieces of candy, some Cheetos, some peanuts, and a slice of toasted white bread. Are you trying to tell me that's not a healthy combination of foods?
Ooog. Apparently no, it's not healthy. Get me home NOW!
Am I glad I got in early today becasue boy-oh-boy am I glad to be on my way out right now. Operation Tankboy Slim, Trim and at The Gym will have to wait another day due to the weird intestinal wrangling taking place in my belly right now. What could I have eaten to upset my stomch so? All I've had today were a few pieces of candy, some Cheetos, some peanuts, and a slice of toasted white bread. Are you trying to tell me that's not a healthy combination of foods?
Ooog. Apparently no, it's not healthy. Get me home NOW!
On my own again...
(sung to the tune of "On The Road Again")
Yup, Photogal is out of town again. That's fine since I expect to be pretty busy at work, I'm scrambling to finalize some shows at local venues in September and I will finally get a chance to get back into the gym routine since I've been a major slacker in that area over the last few weeks. I have good excuses for not going, but those excuses have run their course and if I don't get my ass in gear soon I fear said ass will no longer want to fit into any of my current wardrobe. Okay, it's not that bad yet, but I do have that Mr. Yuk feeling that goes with a bit of sloth after a period of pretty regular activity.
Photogal's sister got married this weekend and that was quite lovely. The ceremony was brief but they were surrounded by friends all day and everyone had a really good time. It was more of an adult affair, but fun was had nonetheless. Later that evening, that'd be Saturday, I caught the tail end of Milk At Midnight's set at The Note. They were great but the band after them, who I admit to having booked in the past primarily because the band and I share a mutual friend and she used to promote the hell out of their shows and get lots of folks out, were not so good. I'm guessing by Saturday's turnout our mutual friend is no longer helping the band. Anyway, a bit of the Ten56 Sweet Alice Tuesday crew was there and I have to admit to being in fine and unusually acute caustic form. The quips were barbed, bitchy and oh-so funny. Also, Gina tried to hug me simply to make me screech like a rhesus monkey. Very funny Gina.
I ended up at Double Door and judging by my reception I should spend more time away from the place since the staff was unusually warm. I consider a good number of the folks there friends and I guess I didn't realize that it's been so long since I stepped foot in the club. Bad bad Tankboy! Well, only partially bad, because it was while I was at Double Door that Photogal rang my cell to tell me she was heading home and to ask if I’d like a ride. First I declined and then I came to my senses and hopped a cab to where she was. Good good attentive boyfirend Tankboy!
So there you have it. Another wild Saturday night with Tankboy. Sunday was even wilder as it included walks in and lying on a blanket in the middle of a park about a half-mile from our place. Oh yeah, and cleaning up our kitchen. The excitement just never stops in my topsy-turvy rock and/or roll world!
(sung to the tune of "On The Road Again")
Yup, Photogal is out of town again. That's fine since I expect to be pretty busy at work, I'm scrambling to finalize some shows at local venues in September and I will finally get a chance to get back into the gym routine since I've been a major slacker in that area over the last few weeks. I have good excuses for not going, but those excuses have run their course and if I don't get my ass in gear soon I fear said ass will no longer want to fit into any of my current wardrobe. Okay, it's not that bad yet, but I do have that Mr. Yuk feeling that goes with a bit of sloth after a period of pretty regular activity.
Photogal's sister got married this weekend and that was quite lovely. The ceremony was brief but they were surrounded by friends all day and everyone had a really good time. It was more of an adult affair, but fun was had nonetheless. Later that evening, that'd be Saturday, I caught the tail end of Milk At Midnight's set at The Note. They were great but the band after them, who I admit to having booked in the past primarily because the band and I share a mutual friend and she used to promote the hell out of their shows and get lots of folks out, were not so good. I'm guessing by Saturday's turnout our mutual friend is no longer helping the band. Anyway, a bit of the Ten56 Sweet Alice Tuesday crew was there and I have to admit to being in fine and unusually acute caustic form. The quips were barbed, bitchy and oh-so funny. Also, Gina tried to hug me simply to make me screech like a rhesus monkey. Very funny Gina.
I ended up at Double Door and judging by my reception I should spend more time away from the place since the staff was unusually warm. I consider a good number of the folks there friends and I guess I didn't realize that it's been so long since I stepped foot in the club. Bad bad Tankboy! Well, only partially bad, because it was while I was at Double Door that Photogal rang my cell to tell me she was heading home and to ask if I’d like a ride. First I declined and then I came to my senses and hopped a cab to where she was. Good good attentive boyfirend Tankboy!
So there you have it. Another wild Saturday night with Tankboy. Sunday was even wilder as it included walks in and lying on a blanket in the middle of a park about a half-mile from our place. Oh yeah, and cleaning up our kitchen. The excitement just never stops in my topsy-turvy rock and/or roll world!
Sunday, August 22, 2004
And she's off...again!
Photogal just jumped onto a train headed for Memphis with a mutual friend of ours who works for another railroad company. Apparently our friend is considering a job down south and was heading down for a few days to check out the city and some property so Photogal, who is on the last week of her three month Summer sabbatical, decided to get one more trip in before she has to return to work next week. Added bonus? Her friend, who is a girl by the way so don't you be getting any ideas buster, got a free sleeper car so they are travelling in style.
One might think this would herald the return of "Party Tankboy" but, alas, Tankboy is broke so he will be whiling away his evenings at home catching up on his DVD viewing.
And what will Phtogal's next few days be like? Let's just say that when I dropped the girls off at the train they were already smuggling in a bottle of reasonably expensive champagne and a few Coronas. I think they'll be having a dandy time...
Photogal just jumped onto a train headed for Memphis with a mutual friend of ours who works for another railroad company. Apparently our friend is considering a job down south and was heading down for a few days to check out the city and some property so Photogal, who is on the last week of her three month Summer sabbatical, decided to get one more trip in before she has to return to work next week. Added bonus? Her friend, who is a girl by the way so don't you be getting any ideas buster, got a free sleeper car so they are travelling in style.
One might think this would herald the return of "Party Tankboy" but, alas, Tankboy is broke so he will be whiling away his evenings at home catching up on his DVD viewing.
And what will Phtogal's next few days be like? Let's just say that when I dropped the girls off at the train they were already smuggling in a bottle of reasonably expensive champagne and a few Coronas. I think they'll be having a dandy time...
Friday, August 20, 2004
Hotties that want to save my soul? Sign me up!
I hope that if I'm ever, god-forbid¹, single again, I hope that one of these girls tries to save me so I corrupt the ever-lovin' hell out of her.
Date To Save: Missionary Dating Ministry
¹Ironic already when taken in the context of the rest of that sentence!
I hope that if I'm ever, god-forbid¹, single again, I hope that one of these girls tries to save me so I corrupt the ever-lovin' hell out of her.
¹Ironic already when taken in the context of the rest of that sentence!
Chicago Booking Agent Update!
Remember the local booking agent giving me grief yesterday? Well I was just informed that they are now e-mailing bands and telling them that I take 60% of the door at the shows I put together! Not only is that an out-and-out lie (scroll to the bottom of this post to get the real numbers), but the person sending this e-mail obviously didn't realize that the bands I work with already know and trust me so they're going to let me know when someone is trying to slam me behind my back!
The really unfortunate thing is that this person works with a couple really talented bands and this person is doing their clients no favors by behaving this way. (Update: While I still don't condone the initial wording of the response I received to my offer, it has come to light that my offer was either mis-read or mis-written but ultimitely mis-interpreted so I'm just gonna drop the whole thing.)
Oh well, that's the music biz...c'est la vie!
Remember the local booking agent giving me grief yesterday? Well I was just informed that they are now e-mailing bands and telling them that I take 60% of the door at the shows I put together! Not only is that an out-and-out lie (scroll to the bottom of this post to get the real numbers), but the person sending this e-mail obviously didn't realize that the bands I work with already know and trust me so they're going to let me know when someone is trying to slam me behind my back!
Oh well, that's the music biz...c'est la vie!
A few quick thoughts about music since time is, as usual tight.
Usually I would put this sort of thing on the DoneWaiting site, but since I don’t really have the time to write extensively about any of this you get another morning of bullet-point stylee writing. Joy!
• The new Bjork, Medulla, is actually really pretty. It is largely vocal (though not entirely so, so lay those rumors to rest) and the layers upon layers of Bjork singing over herself is kind of mesmerizing. I dig it. What’s more, I think I'm going to try and sneak it in on Photogal, who HATES Bjork, since I think she might actually enjoy it. Hell, even my mom might dig it.
• While I'm on the subject of women, I have to fall in line with the buzz and admit the new Rilo Kiley album More Adventurous is quite possibly one of the best discs of the year. I did have a "which one is Pink" moment when I was looking for the disc at a local record store under "R" for Riley and then found it under "K" for Kiley. Funny. I also predict that, based on the success of The Postal Service, that this disc will sell quite well. Isn't it funny how a side-project can help kick-start the careers of the members' main bands previously stuck in the comfortable mid-selling strata of the well-respected, respectably selling Indie world?
• I am also digging The Mo based on the track Fluxblog posted a few days ago. I searched out the rest of the disc, Night At The Zoo based on the stand-out "Nostalgia Locomotive" but the rest of the album is filled with a kitschy sort of pop rarely heard around the states anymore. Catchy, well-produced, burnished licks in no way stifled by the antiseptic environment usually associated with "pop" on these shores. I could go into a long rambling discourse on how Green day is just as pop as Britney Spears who is just as pop as The Strokes who are just as pop as Robbie Williams who is just as pop as Duran Duran...but I will spare you.
• I guess I've just gotten so used to NOFX that I didn't even notice they released a new disc titled The War On Errorism. I've got to give the band props for getting in touch with the Political Punk™ side, but jeez...couldn't they have paired the angry lyrics with better tunes? Other than the synth-laden (apparently the synth is the new Theremin, again) "Franco Un American" the tunes kind of blend together in a generic pop-punk sludge. Oh well, I suppose if it gets a few kids to pay attention to the newspaper vagain then that's cool...
• Finally, I had been told that the new Tommy Stinson, Village Gorilla Head, was a mellow disc. It's a good thing I can't remember who told me that otherwise I'd be trackin' 'em down to sucker-punch 'em for being a damn liar! It does have a few reflective tracks but overall it’s a pretty rocking effort. He's playing here at The Double Door Tuesday September 7 and I’m glad he’s doing two sets so that Rudy and I can switch each back and forth while DJing and each run down to catch a bit of his show.
In other news, Photogal's sister gets married tomorrow so don't expect any updates this weekend as I make it my mission to drag the wedding party to the dirty old Polish bar beloved by both the groom and myself after the wedding and reception are wrapped up.
Zubrowka and Apple Juice for everyone!
Usually I would put this sort of thing on the DoneWaiting site, but since I don’t really have the time to write extensively about any of this you get another morning of bullet-point stylee writing. Joy!
• The new Bjork, Medulla, is actually really pretty. It is largely vocal (though not entirely so, so lay those rumors to rest) and the layers upon layers of Bjork singing over herself is kind of mesmerizing. I dig it. What’s more, I think I'm going to try and sneak it in on Photogal, who HATES Bjork, since I think she might actually enjoy it. Hell, even my mom might dig it.
• While I'm on the subject of women, I have to fall in line with the buzz and admit the new Rilo Kiley album More Adventurous is quite possibly one of the best discs of the year. I did have a "which one is Pink" moment when I was looking for the disc at a local record store under "R" for Riley and then found it under "K" for Kiley. Funny. I also predict that, based on the success of The Postal Service, that this disc will sell quite well. Isn't it funny how a side-project can help kick-start the careers of the members' main bands previously stuck in the comfortable mid-selling strata of the well-respected, respectably selling Indie world?
• I am also digging The Mo based on the track Fluxblog posted a few days ago. I searched out the rest of the disc, Night At The Zoo based on the stand-out "Nostalgia Locomotive" but the rest of the album is filled with a kitschy sort of pop rarely heard around the states anymore. Catchy, well-produced, burnished licks in no way stifled by the antiseptic environment usually associated with "pop" on these shores. I could go into a long rambling discourse on how Green day is just as pop as Britney Spears who is just as pop as The Strokes who are just as pop as Robbie Williams who is just as pop as Duran Duran...but I will spare you.
• I guess I've just gotten so used to NOFX that I didn't even notice they released a new disc titled The War On Errorism. I've got to give the band props for getting in touch with the Political Punk™ side, but jeez...couldn't they have paired the angry lyrics with better tunes? Other than the synth-laden (apparently the synth is the new Theremin, again) "Franco Un American" the tunes kind of blend together in a generic pop-punk sludge. Oh well, I suppose if it gets a few kids to pay attention to the newspaper vagain then that's cool...
• Finally, I had been told that the new Tommy Stinson, Village Gorilla Head, was a mellow disc. It's a good thing I can't remember who told me that otherwise I'd be trackin' 'em down to sucker-punch 'em for being a damn liar! It does have a few reflective tracks but overall it’s a pretty rocking effort. He's playing here at The Double Door Tuesday September 7 and I’m glad he’s doing two sets so that Rudy and I can switch each back and forth while DJing and each run down to catch a bit of his show.
In other news, Photogal's sister gets married tomorrow so don't expect any updates this weekend as I make it my mission to drag the wedding party to the dirty old Polish bar beloved by both the groom and myself after the wedding and reception are wrapped up.
Zubrowka and Apple Juice for everyone!
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Gotta moooove!
Not much time this morning since I have to bring in Photogal's dog, the oh-so-tiny Lucy, into the vet for an ultrasound as we continue in our quest to uncover and define that which has been ailing her over the past few days. Add a dinner/meeting of the minds between Photogal's mom and my mom tonight and I think it's pretty obvious I gotsta get me to work as fast as I can. So instead of discourse that was meant to be well-constructed before fraying out into a rambling shambles you instead get a few sort thoughts presented in the ever popular "I'm-addicted-to-PowerPoint-bullets" style:
• Remember my friend Hope the mud wrestler I mentioned yesterday? She sent me a link to some pics from her match. Kudos to the "Aladdin Sane" face-painting and the good showing (at least photographically) in the ring. Even bigger kudos to her ex-boyfriend for posing with some red-headed pierced hottie. How do you get back at a hot ex? Pose with another hot girl and get your picture on the same page as your semi-naked hot ex wrestling another semi-naked hot girl. That’s hot.
• "That’s hot." I've got to stop saying that and realize that I'm just not going to turn it into a catchphrase that will wash over the Midwest in a matter of weeks. It just ain’t gonna happen.
• Why did my friend Kip call me at 1:45 this morning and leave me a message that he was riding in a rickshaw down Lake Shore Drive and had just witnessed some car flipping over as it tried to take a turn to quickly in the rain and boy was he glad that it wasn't me and that's why he was also glad that I didn't drink and drive and God Bless me and say hi to Photogal and Betty the Beagle? I have no idea but I love that kid. Also, I am glad I turned my ringer of before going to bed so I have the story stored for posterity.
• I have rediscovered Adorable’s unbelievably great song "Homeboy." It's got a really melodic bass line entwined around its verses and then explodes for the chorus. It’s perfect for playing in-between The Killer and Duran Duran in a DJ set. That's hot.
• I did it again! No more "that’s hot" damnit!
• Finally, it can be a pain to deal with booking agents in this town. I'm setting up a bill with some friends and tried to get some other bands I respect on the bill. Their agent said cool. I said how do you want to work the money? Their agent said give 'em a small guarantee versus a percentage. I gave all the money details (the club takes a percentage of the door, I take a variable percentage from the bands -- between 15 and 20 for a local show -- for setting the night up, blah blah blah) in the interest of full transparency and just got a really rude and terse e-mail back. This wouldn't be so distressing a) if I hadn't worked with this person for years and was caught a bit off-guard by the curtness of and the profanity within their response and b) neither of the bands I asked to join the bill are exactly the strongest draws in town. I offered the slots to them because I like them and don't think they get enough exposure. Hell, one of 'em is from way out of town and hasn't played here in over a year. Oh well...that's why I should learn to stick with bands that, when at a lower-level, don't employ "management" or "agents."
Okay, that’s it. I’m off to work. But just so you don't think I'm a big ol' grump I think I should show you this latest picture of my first nephew.
I'm glad to see my brother is setting my nephew up for ridicule at an early age so he'll better weather those tough teenage years. Seriously though, as goofy as that hat actually is, when viewed in tandem with that baby is it not the cutest? I want one!
All together again, "Awwwww...."
Not much time this morning since I have to bring in Photogal's dog, the oh-so-tiny Lucy, into the vet for an ultrasound as we continue in our quest to uncover and define that which has been ailing her over the past few days. Add a dinner/meeting of the minds between Photogal's mom and my mom tonight and I think it's pretty obvious I gotsta get me to work as fast as I can. So instead of discourse that was meant to be well-constructed before fraying out into a rambling shambles you instead get a few sort thoughts presented in the ever popular "I'm-addicted-to-PowerPoint-bullets" style:
• Remember my friend Hope the mud wrestler I mentioned yesterday? She sent me a link to some pics from her match. Kudos to the "Aladdin Sane" face-painting and the good showing (at least photographically) in the ring. Even bigger kudos to her ex-boyfriend for posing with some red-headed pierced hottie. How do you get back at a hot ex? Pose with another hot girl and get your picture on the same page as your semi-naked hot ex wrestling another semi-naked hot girl. That’s hot.
• "That’s hot." I've got to stop saying that and realize that I'm just not going to turn it into a catchphrase that will wash over the Midwest in a matter of weeks. It just ain’t gonna happen.
• Why did my friend Kip call me at 1:45 this morning and leave me a message that he was riding in a rickshaw down Lake Shore Drive and had just witnessed some car flipping over as it tried to take a turn to quickly in the rain and boy was he glad that it wasn't me and that's why he was also glad that I didn't drink and drive and God Bless me and say hi to Photogal and Betty the Beagle? I have no idea but I love that kid. Also, I am glad I turned my ringer of before going to bed so I have the story stored for posterity.
• I have rediscovered Adorable’s unbelievably great song "Homeboy." It's got a really melodic bass line entwined around its verses and then explodes for the chorus. It’s perfect for playing in-between The Killer and Duran Duran in a DJ set. That's hot.
• I did it again! No more "that’s hot" damnit!
• Finally, it can be a pain to deal with booking agents in this town. I'm setting up a bill with some friends and tried to get some other bands I respect on the bill. Their agent said cool. I said how do you want to work the money? Their agent said give 'em a small guarantee versus a percentage. I gave all the money details (the club takes a percentage of the door, I take a variable percentage from the bands -- between 15 and 20 for a local show -- for setting the night up, blah blah blah) in the interest of full transparency and just got a really rude and terse e-mail back. This wouldn't be so distressing a) if I hadn't worked with this person for years and was caught a bit off-guard by the curtness of and the profanity within their response and b) neither of the bands I asked to join the bill are exactly the strongest draws in town. I offered the slots to them because I like them and don't think they get enough exposure. Hell, one of 'em is from way out of town and hasn't played here in over a year. Oh well...that's why I should learn to stick with bands that, when at a lower-level, don't employ "management" or "agents."
Okay, that’s it. I’m off to work. But just so you don't think I'm a big ol' grump I think I should show you this latest picture of my first nephew.
I'm glad to see my brother is setting my nephew up for ridicule at an early age so he'll better weather those tough teenage years. Seriously though, as goofy as that hat actually is, when viewed in tandem with that baby is it not the cutest? I want one!
All together again, "Awwwww...."
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