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Space Invaders (M9 test)
Yesterday I got a Line 6 M9 stompbox modeler, and this seems to be the song with which I test out all new noise making things that come into my life. It's a good song, it welcomes effects, and is the closest thing to a hit I've ever had.
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Wed, 04 Apr 2012
 Uke Skywalker Is Flying In
Ukulele CabaretJimmy's No. 43 43 East 7th Street Friday, 20 April Liftoff: 8pm
Mon, 12 Dec 2011
Secret Santa Ukulele Cabaret
Psst... there's going to be a Ukulele Cabaret show this week. Friday at 8pm at Jimmy's. Keep it secret, keep it safe.
8:00 Angus Loten Chris Combs Duncan Pflaster Gemma Gracewood 9:00 Jason Maniscalco Mary Martin Patsy Monteleone Roberto Buscarsi 10:00 Sonic Uke Jamie Scandal Ballard Boyd War Ponies http://ukulelecabaret.com/
Tue, 18 Oct 2011
Dream Journal: Funny Haircut
I was in a park, lying on the grass, reading a story in a magazine, when a meteorite struck my head. For several hours (or was it days?) I swam in and out of consciousness, concerned only that I had to hide the damage from the children playing nearby. Despite my best efforts to cover up, eventually a little boy chasing after a ball saw me and said "gee mister, you've got a funny haircut," and I lapsed into darkness.
I was taken to a hospital. I know this because my laps around the consciousness pool occasionally took me to a bed in a white room. Before I knew it I was discharged and sent along my way. I returned to my normal routine, where many of my coworkers flicked their eyes nervously up to the new part in my hair. I still hadn't seen it, so I made my way to the bathroom. In the mirror I saw a deep wedge running along the side of my head, creating an extreme part in my hair, one I'd expect to see on a comic book character. "That is a funny haircut," I thought as I pulled a comb from my pocket. My attempt to rework my hair around the fault line failed, though, as the comb's teeth reopened the gash and blood began to trickle out, matting my hair to my skull. I lapsed into darkness again, and I don't know what my hair looks like now.
Tue, 03 May 2011
Ukulele Cabaret - 20 May 2011
Do you like weepy emo crap? Sure, we all do! So come out to Jimmy's on Friday, 20 May and see Garth Haines slip on his tears.
Thu, 07 Apr 2011
Residents Talking Light 2011
The Residents are in the final stretch of a North American tour, and for the past week I have been following them. The shows I attended this week bring my total to 17. Now, why would somebody see a band perform 17 times?
The shows are great, let's not let that be a question. They are not for everyone, I agree, but are remarkable for somebody with my tastes and disposition. But still... 17 times? Follow a tour from Boston to Atlanta? Can a show really be good enough to warrant that kind of dedication from somebody like me? No, not really. But it's not the show that compelled me to follow the group. It's the people. At every show I met with other fans, most of whom are people I know only from online chat. The Residents, being a band with a cult following, automatically provide a common ground for people to form friendships. Liking this kind of music implies a number of personality traits - it's a shortcut of a compatibility test. Allow me to demonstrate. These sentences are reasonably uttered in the world: "You like The Residents? Me too! Let's be friends!" Replace "The Residents" with "The Beatles" or "Led Zeppelin" or "Pink Floyd" and you'll find a group of sentences that have never, and will never, be uttered. That's not to say that everybody who likes the Residents is a potential friend of mine; I in fact despise many people I see at shows. But I am guaranteed to find a much higher percentage of lovely people at these shows than at others. Through being a fan, I have made many good friends. We live all over the country (and around the world), and usually only see each other at Residents shows. So each performance happens to be the cornerstone of a reunion. How have you been, how are the kids - that kind of stuff. This time around, I reconnected with several people I hadn't seen for the better part of a decade. The opportunity to catch up with so many people you want to, and not have to endure life stories from those you don't, is a remarkable thing. It is like a high school reunion, but without the anxiety. Of course it seemed far too short, but it was pure joy, and that is why I will always attend as many Residents shows as time and money will allow.
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