With all the writing Jen and I have been doing lately, we didn't get out a whole lot this week. However, we did manage to get out on Wednesday to see Ryan Lee at the Middle East Up. First time in I can't remember how long that we've seen him perform with a band (Elio DeLuca, from Hallelujah the Hills was on guitar, keys, and a fucking harmonium! — Dan Daskivich on drums).
The NYC show (aka Annie's Last Blast) was insanely awesome. Got to chat with a lot of friends we hadn't seen in a while, or enough of. Something very frenetic about our set that I really enjoyed. One of my pedals even stopped working— usually a source of immense consternation— and it didn't even matter. I think that's the fun part for me about playing shows... the potential of a monumental fuck up derailing the entire show (this is also a recurring nightmare I have, no lie... I have problems). Opening up the show was a girl named Margaret, performing under the name Pezzettino. She normally has a backing band, but while she's on tour it's just her, her dad's accordion, and a hell of a lot of stomping. A little odd only at first, as accordions are, but her style was interesting and she had her act down pat. Super nice as well. Oddly enough, she would be playing in Boston the very next day.
Motion Picture reunion was fantastic, and it was great seeing our buddies up onstage again (he pointed out that our first show together was at Arlene's, which I'd forgotten). After the show, we went over to crash at Michael's place. Loading everything into the freight elevator, some biker started revving his engine as loudly as possible (keep in mind, it's nearly 3am), and apparently he's been doing this every other night during the week. Michael goes to confront the guy, who keeps saying saying his bike stalled. More residents from his building show up, also yelling. Biker's ace in the hole was to say we "must be from Long Island", which I took to be some kind of insult in New York or something. Who knows. I may have egged the biker on. In any case, one of the building residents finally had enough and kicked this guy's ass. Managed to give Mr. Biker a bloody nose even though he was wearing a helmet.
I don't condone violence, but when an entire building is sick of your obnoxious shit, you probably deserve it. Just sayin'.
Don't know why I woke up so early on a Saturday. It's not like I went to bed early or anything. Will probably do more writing and/or demoing today. It's funny how the Beatles Anthology starts making its way on our TV again when we get this way. Not even out of "oh-em-gee, we have to write the next Revolver" or some other misplaced musical enthusiasm; really, their work ethic just gets us going. Except for Let It Be, of course— who the hell thought that was a great idea? At least Phil Spector is finally going to jail for it. That is what his trial was about, wasn't it?
Bummer about David Carradine. What a way to go, eh? Rest in peace, grasshopper.
S'all I got for today. Should think about getting some breakfast in my belly.
Be well.
Henry
The NYC show (aka Annie's Last Blast) was insanely awesome. Got to chat with a lot of friends we hadn't seen in a while, or enough of. Something very frenetic about our set that I really enjoyed. One of my pedals even stopped working— usually a source of immense consternation— and it didn't even matter. I think that's the fun part for me about playing shows... the potential of a monumental fuck up derailing the entire show (this is also a recurring nightmare I have, no lie... I have problems). Opening up the show was a girl named Margaret, performing under the name Pezzettino. She normally has a backing band, but while she's on tour it's just her, her dad's accordion, and a hell of a lot of stomping. A little odd only at first, as accordions are, but her style was interesting and she had her act down pat. Super nice as well. Oddly enough, she would be playing in Boston the very next day.
Motion Picture reunion was fantastic, and it was great seeing our buddies up onstage again (he pointed out that our first show together was at Arlene's, which I'd forgotten). After the show, we went over to crash at Michael's place. Loading everything into the freight elevator, some biker started revving his engine as loudly as possible (keep in mind, it's nearly 3am), and apparently he's been doing this every other night during the week. Michael goes to confront the guy, who keeps saying saying his bike stalled. More residents from his building show up, also yelling. Biker's ace in the hole was to say we "must be from Long Island", which I took to be some kind of insult in New York or something. Who knows. I may have egged the biker on. In any case, one of the building residents finally had enough and kicked this guy's ass. Managed to give Mr. Biker a bloody nose even though he was wearing a helmet.
I don't condone violence, but when an entire building is sick of your obnoxious shit, you probably deserve it. Just sayin'.
Don't know why I woke up so early on a Saturday. It's not like I went to bed early or anything. Will probably do more writing and/or demoing today. It's funny how the Beatles Anthology starts making its way on our TV again when we get this way. Not even out of "oh-em-gee, we have to write the next Revolver" or some other misplaced musical enthusiasm; really, their work ethic just gets us going. Except for Let It Be, of course— who the hell thought that was a great idea? At least Phil Spector is finally going to jail for it. That is what his trial was about, wasn't it?
Bummer about David Carradine. What a way to go, eh? Rest in peace, grasshopper.
S'all I got for today. Should think about getting some breakfast in my belly.
Be well.
Henry
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