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Rich, Richie, Richard, Rick, Rage
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| This Year's Model |
[05 Apr 2007|12:21am] |
2007 Summer of Music:
05.18.07 - Elvis Costello @ 9:30 Club, DC
07.11.07 - Spoon @ Battery Park, NY
07.13.07 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
07.14.07 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
07.15.07 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
07.29.07 - TV on the Radio @ McCarren Pool, NY
08.09.07 - The Hold Steady @ Prospect Park, NY
08.12.07 - Ted Leo/Rx, Thermals @ McCarren Pool, NY
2007 Spring Semester:
01.19.07 - The Hold Steady @ Stone Pony, NJ
02.10.07 - Yo La Tengo @ Trocadaro, PA
04.28.07 - Dismemberment Plan @ Black Cat, DC
2006 Fall Semester:
10.15.06 - Okkervil River @ Bowery Ballroom, NY
10.21.06 - TV on the Radio @ Starlight Ballroom, PA
2006 Summer of music:
06.12.06 - Be Your Own Pet @ Knitting Factory, NY
06.21.06 - David Bazan @ Maxwell's, NJ
06.30.06 - TV on the Radio, Voxtrot, Matt Pond PA @ Prospect Park, NY
07.13.06 - Okkervil River @ Castle Clinton, NY
07.27.06 - Bloc Party @ Stone Pony, NJ
07.29.06 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
07.30.06 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
08.13.06 - Deerhoof, Beirut @ McCarren Pool, NY
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| Who's Got Catching Hands? |
[02 Jul 2006|02:18am] |
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Summer of music:
06.12.06 - Be Your Own Pet @ Knitting Factory, NY
06.21.06 - David Bazan @ Maxwell's, NJ
06.30.06 - TV on the Radio, Voxtrot, Matt Pond PA @ Prospect Park, NY
07.13.06 - Okkervil River @ Castle Clinton, NY
07.27.06 - Bloc Party @ Stone Pony, NJ
07.29.06 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
07.30.06 - Pitchfork Music Festival @ Union Park, IL
08.13.06 - Deerhoof, Beirut @ McCarren Pool, NY
Fall Semester:
10.15.06 - Okkervil River @ Bowery Ballroom, NY
10.21.06 - TV on the Radio @ Starlight Ballroom, PA
Spring Semester:
01.19.07 - The Hold Steady @ Stone Pony, NJ
01.26.07 - Ted Leo/Rx @ Northsix, NY
02.10.07 - Yo La Tengo @ Trocadaro, PA
:-)
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| Save Yourself, I'll Save You All The Time |
[23 May 2006|02:15am] |
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It is Monday night, 2:17 AM and I have to be up for work in under seven hours. I'm sitting on AIM without a single conversation going. The next few days will be filled with book slaving. I am poor. The sun and the moon force the days along; summer insists on dragging it's feat and kicking up just enough dirt to leave me confused.
And yet, I am smiling. Yes, tonight I am regretfully smug.
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| Earthquake Party! |
[29 Apr 2006|03:59am] |
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ATTN: FRIENDS!
The semester is ending! A trip to the city for some Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre is in order. I'm looking to make this a large outting including the usuals (Frank, Liz, Trish, there's others but I know many of you won't be in Jersey any time soon) and many people who have not joined us in the past. For the uneducated, the UCB Theatre provides cheap (under $10) improvizational sketch comedy from many of the most talked about comedians in New York.
I'm thinking the last Sunday of May or perhaps the beggining of June. I just need some time to earn a little cash as is the case with others I'm sure. I'm planning this early and ahead of time so we can have as many people in for it as possible.
Call me, IM me, stalk me, comment here, whatever. Just let me know that you want to come. It will be grand, I'm sure.
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| I Can't Stand the Rain |
[18 Apr 2006|03:09am] |
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Untitled (For Now)
It sounded like rain. Tired, he lay beneath his faux night sky and slowed down the sound of falling water in his head. He tried to hear the landing of each individual drop. It was a soothing practice and with one foot now dangling over the edge of consciousness, the seductive undertow of sleep nearly submersed what existed of his morning cognizance. Then came a startling bang on the door.
“Just a minute!” he yelled, quickly shoving the down quilt off of him. A green and blue cartoon fish looked him in the face. An entire school of them covered the shower curtain.
“You better not be asleep in there again! ‘Get out of bed’ does not mean ‘go sleep on the bathroom floor while you waste water and my money’!”
Supressing a yawn, Rage scrambled to his feet. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor were slippery beneath the superfluous fabric of his oversized blue, fleece pajama pants. He grabbed a hold of the towel rack to bring poise to his morning dance of broken ballet.
(To be continued...)
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| Hershey's With Almonds |
[07 Apr 2006|02:10am] |
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Around Back
Green, red, yellow, green, red, yellow, green, red, yellow, Chinese lanterns hung at various heights around the perimeter of the backyard. They looked like UFOs hovering midair if you squinted. Only the occasional flytrap interrupted their repeating pattern. Hanging along side them in the thin July air was the faint sound of polka music. It was barley audible to the ear but the second half of its syncopated rhythm managed to quietly assault its way into our heads. Similarly, the light smell of sizzling meat on a grill permeated the yard and snuck its way into our nostrils. The large backyard was mostly empty but a moderate sized dilapidated jungle gym took up space at the center of the open yard like a sunken ship frozen in time at the bottom of an ocean floor. An old slide lay nearly horizontal in the dirt alongside monkey bars and various pieces of splintered wood. Torn strands of yellow cargo netting were spread randomly atop it all.
Mike stood next to it, a musket pointed to the sky above the woods. He was whom we were there to see. On the phone he had simply said to meet him “around back”. He patiently steadied his hand as if he were taking aim at a particular cloud. Before long he didn’t seem to be moving at all, a mannequin in the middle of the yard. I looked at my friend and little sister with a puzzled expression.
“Uh, should we approach him?” I asked.
My sister, who had been timid so far had now reached a state of nervousness, “Let’s just turn around,” she said.
We stood still and waited a little longer. The only thing more deafening than the silence was the burning, dry heat.
Without further discussion Anish broke the silence yelling the thoroughly thought out greeting of, “Uh, Mike?!”
Startled, Mike jumped straight up parallel for a fraction of a second to his unintentional musket fire. Once grounded, he swung himself around, his free hand on his heart, the other hand choking the barrel of the gun.
“Fuck!” he yelled, realizing who had scared him. He walked over to us.
“Hey man! What are-“ I tried to ask him just what he was doing.
“Happy fuckin’ fourth!” he cut me off, extending his hand in greeting. His handshake was incredibly strong. Marine trainee strong.
Anish tried to finish the question that I had started, He pointed at Mike’s gun asking, “So what are you up to?”
“Just celebratin’ the US of A! Want some Italian sausage with peppers?”
My stomach growled, “Is that what that smell is?”
“Yup, dad’s grillin’,” he pointed over to the corner of the yard. His dad was indeed sitting in the shadows, next to a grill and a small junky boombox.
“How about you Anish? Or Liz?” He offered the grilled food to them.
“I’m a vegetarian,” responded Anish.
“Still? What’s that about man?” Mike responded before looking to my sister. “How about you?”
Still very startled by the strange events and surroundings she shook her head and pointed at the gun, “What were you doing out there Mike?”
“Just shootin’ off my musket,” he said in a strange tone as if it were obvious in it’s simplicity.
We made our way to the edge of the yard, towards the grill and polka music and Mike put together a sausage sandwich with some peppers and onions. His dad sat in an old lawn chair, wearing a few of his old war medals and puffing a cigar. He offered one to Anish and I without so much as a greeting.
“You boys want a cigar? They’re Cuban.”
“No thanks, we don’t smoke,” Anish responded politely.
“Why isn’t he eating?” Mike’s dad asked Mike before coughing up cigar smoke.
“He’s a vegetarian dad,”’
“Still? You are a man, aren’t ya’?”
“Heh, yeah…” Anish forced up a chuckle.
There was a short silence while Mike scrapped together bits of meat off of the grill and onto a roll. The grill’s flame was barley an ember anymore and so Mike picked up the bottle of lighter fluid, recklessly squirting it all over the grill and food.
“So what are you fags up to tonight?” asked Mike’s father. Liz grimaced at the slur. “Oh sorry honey,” he apologized.
“We’re not gay dad…” Mike told him.
“So what are you doin’ then? You have guests over and you don’t do anything?”
“We’re eating. We’re talking. Let me enjoy my friend’s company dad.”
The sandwich was delicious as was the dessert of French pastries that Mike’s mother brought out for us. We all sat and ate and laughed about old times and assumptions of the future.
Finally, after midnight, we started to gather our things and make our way to the car. We stood at the gate to the backyard and we each shook Mike’s hand.
“When’s your vacation over?” asked Anish, “When are you going back to the Marines?”
“Tomorrow morning actually,” Mike answered.
“Oh wow…”
“Yeah… that’s why I had you guys over here tonight. So I could remember what I’m working for when I’m there.”
Under the lights of the Chinese lanterns, with the Italian sausage in our stomachs and among the polka music, somehow Mike was right.
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| Vespertine |
[12 Feb 2006|06:35pm] |
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Esther and I totally just made snow angels.
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| All's Well That Ends Well |
[02 Jan 2006|04:20am] |
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Here's my mix of 2005. As many of my favorite songs of the year that I could fit on one CD. The ordering is an attempt at some sort of flow but, well, it's futile. If you want a copy just comment or call or IM me.
1) Kanye West ft. Adam Levine - "Heard 'Em Say"
2) Fiona Apple - "Not About Love" (Jon Brion version)
3) Broken Social Scene - "7/4 (Shoreline)"
4) Love Is All - "Felt Tip"
5) DangerDoom - "Crosshairs"
6) The Futureheads - "Hounds of Love (New Mix)"
7) Wolf Parade - "Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts"
8) LCD Soundsystem - "Disco Infiltrator"
9) Art Brut - "Formed A Band"
10) Feist - "Gatekeeper"
11) Sufjan Stevens - "They Are Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come To Take Back The Night!! Ahhhh!!!!"
12) Bloc Party - "Like Eating Glass"
13) Final Fantasy - "This Is The Dream of Win and Regine"
14) Gorillaz - "Feel Good Inc."
15) Robyn - "Konichiwa Bitches"
16) Bright Eyes - "Landlocked Blues"
17) Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! - "Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth"
18) Amerie - "1 Thing"
19) Common ft. Last Poets and Kanye West - "The Corner"
20) Antony and the Johnsons - "Hope There's Someone"
BONUS EP! (In other words, I loved these songs too and wanted to mention them)
1) Madonna - "Hung Up"
2) The Hold Steady - "Cattle and the Creeping Things"
3) Cam'ron ft. Kanye West - "Down and Out"
4) Aesop Rock - Zodiaccupuncture"
5) White Rose Movement - "Love Is A Number"
6) Iron and Wine - "Jezebel"
7) Spoon - "Sister Jack"
8) Stars - "One More Night"
9) Out Hud - "How Long"
10) Ris Paul Ric - "Daft Young Cannibals"
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| Failure's Always Sounded Better |
[22 Dec 2005|07:40pm] |
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She planted the bomb and ran.
Explosion.
Forced back to the outskirts he looked through it all. The dust settled. Things were broken. Things were destroyed. Absolutley nothing was ever again the same and now he wanted to change the few pieces which went untouched. He wanted to fuck with life to come.
She planted the bomb and ran. He helped. He handed her the bomb and stood still. He was flung to the outskirts. He walked through the carnage and created more.
She planted the bomb and ran.
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| I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. |
[04 Dec 2005|11:53pm] |
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I am entirely tired of assumptions. It's true, I don't drink or smoke. This does not mean I am any sort of religous. This does not mean that I am a shallow minded, brain washed D.A.R.E. victim. This does not mean that I'm afraid. This does not mean that I think that I'm better than anyone else. This does not mean that I'm just trying to be different.
Apparently my not drinking can ruin others days. Apparently my refusal to consume alcohol has a heavy impact on whether I'm a worthwhile friend. Apparenetly, if I don't drink then I'm not worth it. Apparently, if I don't drink then I'm a rela asshole. Keep talking, you're just convincing.
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| Sharp, Spiffy, and Cute |
[28 Nov 2005|03:39am] |
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In order of importance to humanity and general awesomeness:
Penguins
Ninjas
Puppies
Zombies
Dinosaurs
Vampires
Secret Agents
Pirates
Robots
Ghosts
Werewolves
Cowboys
Kittens
Believe it.
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| State of Emergency Is Where I Want To Be |
[18 Nov 2005|12:30am] |
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Before I die there are a few things I'd like to do. Scratch that, there is, of course, a ton of things I'd like to do. But there are a few, relatively simple things I'd like to do with a specific soundtrack in mind. What I mean is, I want to excecute these actions while specific songs are playing. They are:
Slow dance with a gorgous woman while playing Cibo Matto's "Sugar Water".
Maintain a speed well over the speed limit for the duration of M83's "*".
Be introduced to a large (preferably enthusiastic) crowd to The Walkmen's "The Rat".
Swindle someone in poker via a large bluff to the tune of The Rolling Stone's "Sympathy For the Devil", slowly revealing a large, evil grin.
Wake up for my first day of my first job in the real world and stop my CD player alarm clock from playing Elvis Costello's "Welcome to the Working Week".
Drift off to sleep next to someone, reaching slumber land before My Bloody Valentine's "Sometimes" is even finished.
I don't even want to break anyone's heart but if I do, I hope they have it coming and I hope I sing Rilo Kiley's "Portions For Foxes" as I walk away.
Dance to Annie's "My Heartbeat" with a complete stranger.
Watch the sun rise while sipping coffee on a brisk morning humming along to Feist's "Gatekeeper".
Take off in a plane headed to London chanting with The Clash's "London Calling".
Pull away from my house and leave my hometown with Ted Leo's "Parallel of Together" in my car's CD player.
Be completely content with my life and sing Bjork's "Joga" along with the love of my life.
Better get started I suppose, 'eh?
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