i've never been much into regular holidays, growing up not celebrating them helped with my indifference. but, odd holidays, are something different. my thought, everyone should pick a holiday, make a card, and send it to a friend. they'll be so happy to have something to celebrate on an otherwise random (and possibly dreary) march day.
March 1 is . . . . . National Pig Day and Peanut Butter Lover's Day
March 2 is . . . . . Old Stuff Day
March 3 is . . . . . I Want You To Be Happy Day, Peach Blossom Day and National Anthem Day
March 4 is . . . . . Holy Experiment Day
March 5 is . . . . . Multiple Personalities Day
March 6 is . . . . . National Frozen Food Day
March 7 is . . . . . National Crown Roast Of Pork Day
March 8 is . . . . . Be Nasty Day
March 9 is . . . . . Panic Day
March 10 is . . . . Festival Of Life In The Cracks Day
March 11 is . . . . Johnny Appleseed Day and Worship of Tools Day
March 12 is . . . . Alfred Hitchcock Day
March 13 is . . . . Jewel Day
March 14 is . . . . National Potato Chip Day
March 15 is . . . . Buzzard's Day and Everything You Think Is Wrong Day
March 16 is . . . . Everything You Do Is Right Day
March 17 is . . . . Submarine Day
March 18 is . . . . Supreme Sacrifice Day
March 19 is . . . . Poultry Day
March 20 is . . . . Proposal Day and Festival Of Extraterrestrial Abductions Day
March 21 is . . . . Fragrance Day
March 22 is . . . . National Goof-off Day
March 23 is . . . . National Organize Your Home Office Day and National Chip and Dip Day
March 24 is . . . . National Chocolate Covered Raisins Day
March 25 is . . . . Pecan Day and Waffle Day
March 26 is . . . . Make Up Your Own Holiday Day and Spinach Festival Day
March 27 is . . . . National "Joe" Day More Info on National "Joe" Day
March 28 is . . . . Something On A Stick Day
March 29 is . . . . Festival Of Smoke and Mirrors Day
March 30 is . . . . I Am In Control Day
March 31 is . . . . Bunsen Burner Day and National Clams On The Half Shell Day
taken from here.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
life in the country...
back from tennessee, memphis to defeated in one swoop (for those of you who don't know, the town i grew up in is called, 'defeated creek', or just 'defeated' for short, or 'hogtown' if you're from the area...s'wonderful way to begin a childhood).
just to begin where i left off in memphis, i did end up going to the stax museum, and yes, i did end up eating the fried biscuits...and honestly, i can't say which one was better. i've been trying to find a way to best describe the fried biscuits, but there really aren't
words for them. if you've ever had buttermilk biscuits, you know they're already damn good, so to take these little slices of wonderful and deep fry them, cover them in powdered sugar and serve them with chocolate sauce and honey was something to be cherished (but, i'm afraid, only tried once, as afterwards, i thought i might actually die). it seems, somehow, over the years, southerners have taken the stereotype that they can 'deep fry anything' as a challenge, we actually visited a bar that not only served deep fried moon pies, but battered and deep fried candy bars, each and every flavor you might ever want...it was really all i could do to keep from ordering the deep fried reeses peanut butter cups, but i thought better of myself. after our lunch experience we headed over to the stax museum of soul, or soulsville usa, on the corner of mclemore (and, i might add, not the best of neighborhoods, just as the waitress had warned), but an AMAZING museum. i think i might have lost my head if we had missed this one. they wouldn't let you take pics in the museum (in fact, they 
make you check your camera at the door), so here are some shots of my preciousch
otchkiis, purchased in their lovely giftshop.after the museum, the only thing we were ready to do was to go straight to soul-la-lujah at zuzu's back in cambridge and dance our fried biscuits off, but unfortunately, we were far away from zuzu's and we had a long ride to my parents house in defeated...so we popped in my bill withers cd and hit the hiway.
the visit with family wasn't nearly as stressful as i had imagined, with everything sort of on the 'backburner' as they say, and nothing anyone can do about them anyway, we tried to be in the best of spirits and keep things positive. my brother's banjo and lots of beer helped with that. a short and sweet trip, we went antique-ing one day in lebanon and found some unusually odd items. this, definitely, won the award for "most offensive item ever found anywhere". it's an ashtray, if you didn't realize.
no, we didn't buy it. we thought long and hard about and looked deep inside ourselves, and realized that the offensiveness definitely outweighed the humor. i was able to actually find some nice jewelry, a pair of silver and amber earrings for ten bucks, and a nice siam pin. ernie found an iron rooster for his mom's evergrowing collection, and a jack daniel's shotglass. nothing truly exceptional, but we were more than happy roaming around all the attics full of iron pots, depression glass and baby doll heads.
a long long long way home, waiting hours in the airports because of rain, or some sort of weather disturbances, i kept the xannex flowing and slept on the floor of the airport, while ernie finished his faulkner. finally back in mass around two a.m., we settled our heads into our pillows and dreamt of banjos, blues, stack shoes, otis, aretha, isaac and ray...all fried up to perfection and covered in powedered sugar, of course.
the real king in memphis...
Thursday, February 16, 2006
memfra
here in memphis staying in a hotel beside the pyramid. if you've never been to memphis, yes, there is a lifesize pyramid downtown. it's odd...and i completely forgot it was there until we pulled into town and ernie remarked "what the hell is that!?"
ernie had business meetings all day yesterday, so i had the day to myself to wander around this fine city. my first stop was lunch, at the front desk recommended restaurant called "westy's". how the lady at the front desk knew that this would be one of my new favorite restaurants, i have no idea. it was almost as if i had written the menu myself. here are a few sample items:
-cream cheese and olive on grilled rye
-honey melt, grilled cheese with honey in the middle
-peanut butter n' honey grilled sandwich
-turkey rueben (a fave of mine at any sandwich shop)
-chicken n' spinach with cream cheese sandwich
-around 20 wild rice dishes
-3 different kinds of hot tamales
-and of course, my all time fave: fried pickle spears
i sat down at the bar, beaming, and ordered a ginger ale, my usual drink of choice. then noticed the waiters roaming around with pitchers of iced tea. SWEET TEA! how could i forget that i'm back in tennessee, and they actually serve fresh brewed sweet tea, everywhere. i was saddened with my ginger ale decision.
at the end of the meal the waitress kindly offered me dessert choices, which i wasn't hungry for in any way, but on the menu, one of westy's specialties, is...are you ready...fried biscuits with powdered sugar, cinnamon and honey. dear lord...who knew they were selling pieces of heaven at a diner in memphis.
after lunch, i hopped on these trolley cars that run up and down the memphis streets and headed down to beale street, because honestly, i couldn't think of any where else to go. my idea of getting on a bus and heading over to the stax museum of soul music was dashed when my waitress at westy's told me that it wasn't really the type of neighborhood i should be taking the bus to. when in rome, i suppose.
so, beale street it was. beale st has really changed since the last time i was here, it's much more, gentrified, but still some nice and dirty dives if you know where to look. the first thing i noticed was the massive amount of squashed penny machines there were, and being myself an avid collector, i quickly rounded up quarters and pennies and made my way down the street, machine by machine. i was even able to find a very rare squashed dime machine that embedded your tender with a very odd and sort of creepy pic of elvis (of course).
my favorite stop had to be at a store called A.Schwabs...i can't believe these places still exist. my guess is that it was an actual old department store from back in the 20's before the mallification of america...thing is, it's still pretty much the same store. i must have walked around for an hour looking at the dollar toys, overalls, old women's stockings, homemade canned goods and lye soaps. another thing i noticed in the store was the amount of voodoo items, and books on dream interpretation and number readings. odd placement i thought for these items, but i guess the voodoo community is thriving in memphis. my purchases from this fine establishment, included two pamplets: MacDonald's Farmers Almanac for 2006 (which will be quoted many times later in this blog, i'm sure) and Dr.MacDonald's Astrological Dream Book, a comprehensive and scientific system for the interpretation of dreams (their words not mine).
after this amazing experience, i headed to a record store and bought a bill withers cd, since i had been craving that 'use me' song since i got here. i also bought some nice postcards, thelonius monk, and mississippi john hurt. to end my day, i headed over to the museum of rock and soul which is owned and operated by the smithsonian, a small museum but very informative. the best part is the headphones they give you, and throughout the museum are jukeboxes, you can punch in the numbers on your headphones and just sit and listen to music if you want. my favorites were 'blues stay away from me' by the delmore brothers (i've always loved this song) and 'i can't stand the rain' by ann peebles (missy didn't do this song justice)...and so many others...just sitting and listening to old blues, country and soul was literally a perfect end to my day.
cheers.
ernie had business meetings all day yesterday, so i had the day to myself to wander around this fine city. my first stop was lunch, at the front desk recommended restaurant called "westy's". how the lady at the front desk knew that this would be one of my new favorite restaurants, i have no idea. it was almost as if i had written the menu myself. here are a few sample items:
-cream cheese and olive on grilled rye
-honey melt, grilled cheese with honey in the middle
-peanut butter n' honey grilled sandwich
-turkey rueben (a fave of mine at any sandwich shop)
-chicken n' spinach with cream cheese sandwich
-around 20 wild rice dishes
-3 different kinds of hot tamales
-and of course, my all time fave: fried pickle spears
i sat down at the bar, beaming, and ordered a ginger ale, my usual drink of choice. then noticed the waiters roaming around with pitchers of iced tea. SWEET TEA! how could i forget that i'm back in tennessee, and they actually serve fresh brewed sweet tea, everywhere. i was saddened with my ginger ale decision.
at the end of the meal the waitress kindly offered me dessert choices, which i wasn't hungry for in any way, but on the menu, one of westy's specialties, is...are you ready...fried biscuits with powdered sugar, cinnamon and honey. dear lord...who knew they were selling pieces of heaven at a diner in memphis.
after lunch, i hopped on these trolley cars that run up and down the memphis streets and headed down to beale street, because honestly, i couldn't think of any where else to go. my idea of getting on a bus and heading over to the stax museum of soul music was dashed when my waitress at westy's told me that it wasn't really the type of neighborhood i should be taking the bus to. when in rome, i suppose.
so, beale street it was. beale st has really changed since the last time i was here, it's much more, gentrified, but still some nice and dirty dives if you know where to look. the first thing i noticed was the massive amount of squashed penny machines there were, and being myself an avid collector, i quickly rounded up quarters and pennies and made my way down the street, machine by machine. i was even able to find a very rare squashed dime machine that embedded your tender with a very odd and sort of creepy pic of elvis (of course).
my favorite stop had to be at a store called A.Schwabs...i can't believe these places still exist. my guess is that it was an actual old department store from back in the 20's before the mallification of america...thing is, it's still pretty much the same store. i must have walked around for an hour looking at the dollar toys, overalls, old women's stockings, homemade canned goods and lye soaps. another thing i noticed in the store was the amount of voodoo items, and books on dream interpretation and number readings. odd placement i thought for these items, but i guess the voodoo community is thriving in memphis. my purchases from this fine establishment, included two pamplets: MacDonald's Farmers Almanac for 2006 (which will be quoted many times later in this blog, i'm sure) and Dr.MacDonald's Astrological Dream Book, a comprehensive and scientific system for the interpretation of dreams (their words not mine).
after this amazing experience, i headed to a record store and bought a bill withers cd, since i had been craving that 'use me' song since i got here. i also bought some nice postcards, thelonius monk, and mississippi john hurt. to end my day, i headed over to the museum of rock and soul which is owned and operated by the smithsonian, a small museum but very informative. the best part is the headphones they give you, and throughout the museum are jukeboxes, you can punch in the numbers on your headphones and just sit and listen to music if you want. my favorites were 'blues stay away from me' by the delmore brothers (i've always loved this song) and 'i can't stand the rain' by ann peebles (missy didn't do this song justice)...and so many others...just sitting and listening to old blues, country and soul was literally a perfect end to my day.
cheers.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
i'll fly away...
it's no secret that i'm no fan of flying. maybe in a more esoteric since of the word, but as for getting into a large metal box with about 150 strangers and heading up to heavens, it's just not for me.
so, today, i fly home to tennessee for a short trip. a sad, and i'm sure to be stressful trip, since this might be the last time i see my little brother before he is tried and wrongly accused of something he couldn't have done.
this time, i'm more leary of the trip, than the travel. but, as calm as i try to be about my coming flight, my muscles are tense, my hands tremble, i feel a bit of a knot coming up in the pit of my stomach and i wonder where it is all coming from. since i was a child, i've wanted to travel all over the grand earth, so how did i get so afraid of this things that i have no control over.
off i go in my comfiest of pants, and softest of sweaters to brave the great skies above...xannex in pocket, clara rockmore in my cd player.
ahh.
so, today, i fly home to tennessee for a short trip. a sad, and i'm sure to be stressful trip, since this might be the last time i see my little brother before he is tried and wrongly accused of something he couldn't have done.
this time, i'm more leary of the trip, than the travel. but, as calm as i try to be about my coming flight, my muscles are tense, my hands tremble, i feel a bit of a knot coming up in the pit of my stomach and i wonder where it is all coming from. since i was a child, i've wanted to travel all over the grand earth, so how did i get so afraid of this things that i have no control over.
off i go in my comfiest of pants, and softest of sweaters to brave the great skies above...xannex in pocket, clara rockmore in my cd player.
ahh.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
blessed arrangement...
*"hard life" by will oldham..bonnie 'prince' billy (from the album, 'master and everyone')
while my diligent and ever patient husband was slowly and painstakingly editing our wedding pictures the other night, he pulled out this album for background. it's always odd when you fall in love with a song, and then as time goes by, you just stop listening to it, falling in love with newer, younger songs, and then one day...one day, you find it again, on a whim, on an old mixtape or while tooling around the internet, and lo, you're still as completely in love with it as you were before.
this song, 'hard life' is lovely, and achingly painful. it almost rips your heart out and makes you want to sit in a dark corner with a nice cheap bottle of cherry port (even if you're perfectly happy with current relationships, this song will pull out the pain of the past for you to wallow in and relish).
while my diligent and ever patient husband was slowly and painstakingly editing our wedding pictures the other night, he pulled out this album for background. it's always odd when you fall in love with a song, and then as time goes by, you just stop listening to it, falling in love with newer, younger songs, and then one day...one day, you find it again, on a whim, on an old mixtape or while tooling around the internet, and lo, you're still as completely in love with it as you were before.
this song, 'hard life' is lovely, and achingly painful. it almost rips your heart out and makes you want to sit in a dark corner with a nice cheap bottle of cherry port (even if you're perfectly happy with current relationships, this song will pull out the pain of the past for you to wallow in and relish).
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
mushaboom
i don't quite remember what number i was on with this song listing thing, so i'm just going to start a random listing, you know, for fun or some such.
*"mushaboom" by fiest: i was wandering around on myspace last night, and came across a friend's page with this song on it. i had heard the song on a movie i recently saw, ('you me and everyone we know', i think was the title) and thought it was great, but soon forgot about it. now, i can't seem to get it out of my head. it is, honestly, the catchiest damn song i've heard since sliced bread. i checked out the rest of the album, and plan on buying it post haste, it's sultry, and slow and laid back and low, and good for mornings and summer. ahh...summer, i can't wait to get back to the beach. (some info for the info obsessed, 'fiest' is the girl that sings with kings of conveinence and a few others)
like i said, i can't get that song out of my head, so, that's it for today.
*"mushaboom" by fiest: i was wandering around on myspace last night, and came across a friend's page with this song on it. i had heard the song on a movie i recently saw, ('you me and everyone we know', i think was the title) and thought it was great, but soon forgot about it. now, i can't seem to get it out of my head. it is, honestly, the catchiest damn song i've heard since sliced bread. i checked out the rest of the album, and plan on buying it post haste, it's sultry, and slow and laid back and low, and good for mornings and summer. ahh...summer, i can't wait to get back to the beach. (some info for the info obsessed, 'fiest' is the girl that sings with kings of conveinence and a few others)
like i said, i can't get that song out of my head, so, that's it for today.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
balkan beats dance party
living in boston, oftentimes i'm on the tailend of the 'trends' as they say...so, on saturday night mr.man and i decided to drive our lazy bones down to nyc to see just what exactly was going on with this 'bulgarian bar' at 416 broadway and canal that we had heard so very much about. i noticed on the website that a certain dj soko would be bringing his balkan beats dance party there and i have to say, i was terribly terribly excited about it. we got caught in miserable traffic on 95, absolutely miserable...tried to use our gps to find a shortcut through greenpoint and williamsburgh,...will not try that again. (but, we did discover the greenpoint indie underbelly amongst the wharehouses and hasidic jews).
we met with some buds for a bit of dinner, then went to a bar for a spot of drink and to kill some time...ending up at the bulgarian community cultural club at around midnight to find that it was absolutely full to the gills with sweaty, dancing crazy people (although, looking very inconspicous from the street, we almost walked by it, thinking that it was just a really hopping kabab stand in chinatown). the only way to make it to the bar, was to dance...and dance we did...danced our asses almost clean off...up until 230/3am when our craving for a good slice of pizza (which doesn't exist in bostontown), caused us to pull our sweaty bodies out of the crowd and head over to macdougal. i can honestly say that if you like to dance (or just be pummeled by bodies), and you like any sort of roma/gypsy/balkan techno love, you will not be disappointed by the bulgarian bar, especially when dj soko spins. i've also heard that on certain thursday nights when they aren't on tour, mr. eugene hutz of gogol bordello fame also dj's there.
except for the terrible traffic to and from the city (may a pox be upon you, conneticut!), the trip was amazing. i would suggest to all to go support the bulgarians, drink their juice, and rub against their sweaty bodies.
we met with some buds for a bit of dinner, then went to a bar for a spot of drink and to kill some time...ending up at the bulgarian community cultural club at around midnight to find that it was absolutely full to the gills with sweaty, dancing crazy people (although, looking very inconspicous from the street, we almost walked by it, thinking that it was just a really hopping kabab stand in chinatown). the only way to make it to the bar, was to dance...and dance we did...danced our asses almost clean off...up until 230/3am when our craving for a good slice of pizza (which doesn't exist in bostontown), caused us to pull our sweaty bodies out of the crowd and head over to macdougal. i can honestly say that if you like to dance (or just be pummeled by bodies), and you like any sort of roma/gypsy/balkan techno love, you will not be disappointed by the bulgarian bar, especially when dj soko spins. i've also heard that on certain thursday nights when they aren't on tour, mr. eugene hutz of gogol bordello fame also dj's there.
except for the terrible traffic to and from the city (may a pox be upon you, conneticut!), the trip was amazing. i would suggest to all to go support the bulgarians, drink their juice, and rub against their sweaty bodies.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
beat circus at tt the bears, cambridge TONIGHT!
ok, so i know that many of you may have heard me rave about this little band in boston called 'the beat circus', and now, you, my dear friends, have your chance to see this amazing performance in person if you have not in the past had the chance.
tonight at tt the bears in cambridge, ma, a show to raise the carnies in all of us, the beat circus will perform beautiful new arrangements right before your very ears.
come and be amazed...you will not be disappointed, i promise you.
tonight at tt the bears in cambridge, ma, a show to raise the carnies in all of us, the beat circus will perform beautiful new arrangements right before your very ears.
come and be amazed...you will not be disappointed, i promise you.
Monday, January 23, 2006
pod...cast?
i suppose i'm the last one on the boat as regards to the introduction of "podcast", but i finally found one that i don't mind listening to. in fact, it's quite hilarious, and i think everyone should hear it.
it's the podcast of ricky gervais, and stephen merchant (of 'office' fame)...go here and listen ya puffs!
it's the podcast of ricky gervais, and stephen merchant (of 'office' fame)...go here and listen ya puffs!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
wear and tear
as many of you know (or maybe not) i (and my family) have been under tremendous stress these past few years...and it seems that things just keep getting worse for us. my own life, here in massachusetts, i suppose is going well, kind of slow, but well, for the most part. but the horrors that my family is having to deal with right now is almost unbearable.
so, this brings me to my health problems. so many, i can not keep up with my doctors appointments. i've seen cardioligists, neurologists, behavoural therapists, psychiatrists, and my own primary care doctor so many times that i thought i might send her a christmas card and invite her over for dinner. i've had so much blood work done, an mri, an ekg, an ecg, and so on. next week, i go into the malden hospital for a 'sleep study'. you go in at 830pm, they hook you up to multiple machines to measure multiple things, and expect you to somehow 'sleep' for them to study how well you sleep (or how well you sleep in a hospital with machines hooked up to you). my doctors (plural) all have a suspician that i'm suffering from accumulative stress disorder and panic disorder and a touch of depression to spice the pot. my one psychiatrist actually told me that i had a "melange" of psychiatric problems (a little ocd, a little add, a little panic disorder, a little anxiety disorder, a little manic depressive...sort of a 'melting pot of crazy' if you will).
so, as all good doctors do, they've perscribed me various medications to help me with my "issues"...prozac, being the drug of choice for me now.
the prozac causes it's own problems, and i'm not so sure i'll be on it much longer. i seem to have started having involuntary muscle spasms, as if i'm being shocked with an electric pulse. these spasms, which occur mostly as night, when i'm trying to relax, cause me to take more of the "as needed" xannex that they gave me. and as many of you may know, xannex is good good stuff. now i'm wondering how long i have to be on prozac before i get addicted to xannex, and how long i have to keep going to the doctor before they figure out what the hell is wrong with me.
ahh...a drug companie's dream patient.
"my analyst told me, that i was right out of my head,
she said i'd need treatment, but i'm not that easily led,
she said, i was the type that was most inclined,
when out of my head, to be out of my mind,
and she said i was nuts, that i'm crazy,
but i'm not" -joni
so, this brings me to my health problems. so many, i can not keep up with my doctors appointments. i've seen cardioligists, neurologists, behavoural therapists, psychiatrists, and my own primary care doctor so many times that i thought i might send her a christmas card and invite her over for dinner. i've had so much blood work done, an mri, an ekg, an ecg, and so on. next week, i go into the malden hospital for a 'sleep study'. you go in at 830pm, they hook you up to multiple machines to measure multiple things, and expect you to somehow 'sleep' for them to study how well you sleep (or how well you sleep in a hospital with machines hooked up to you). my doctors (plural) all have a suspician that i'm suffering from accumulative stress disorder and panic disorder and a touch of depression to spice the pot. my one psychiatrist actually told me that i had a "melange" of psychiatric problems (a little ocd, a little add, a little panic disorder, a little anxiety disorder, a little manic depressive...sort of a 'melting pot of crazy' if you will).
so, as all good doctors do, they've perscribed me various medications to help me with my "issues"...prozac, being the drug of choice for me now.
the prozac causes it's own problems, and i'm not so sure i'll be on it much longer. i seem to have started having involuntary muscle spasms, as if i'm being shocked with an electric pulse. these spasms, which occur mostly as night, when i'm trying to relax, cause me to take more of the "as needed" xannex that they gave me. and as many of you may know, xannex is good good stuff. now i'm wondering how long i have to be on prozac before i get addicted to xannex, and how long i have to keep going to the doctor before they figure out what the hell is wrong with me.
ahh...a drug companie's dream patient.
"my analyst told me, that i was right out of my head,
she said i'd need treatment, but i'm not that easily led,
she said, i was the type that was most inclined,
when out of my head, to be out of my mind,
and she said i was nuts, that i'm crazy,
but i'm not" -joni
Thursday, January 12, 2006
ok kids, listen up!
dearies, if you are bored with current weather conditions in your area, or just need an all around cheering up, i've found that live music usually does the trick.
here, for your parousal, a few shows i would recommend to you:
(it's not a complete list, but most of the good ones)
Jan.24, Tuesday: Deerhoof @ Middle East down
Jan.25, Wednesday: The Walkman w/ Mazarin @ Middle East down
Jan.26, Thursday: The Beat Circus w/ Alek K. Redfearn w/ Guignol @ TT the bears
Jan.27, Friday: our old friend Robbie Lee @ the Zeitgeist
Jan.28, Saturday: NYC show: Balkan Beats Dance party, Mehanata (bulgarian bar, nyc)
Jan.29, Sunday: NYC show: The Beat Circus w/ Guignol @ Mo Pitkins, NYC
Feb.2, Thursday: Low w/ His Name is Alive @ the Somerville Theater
FEb.10, Friday: Supergrass @ the Paradise
Feb.10, Friday: The Beat Circus @ Cafe9 New Haven, CT
Feb.11, Saturday: The Beat Circus @ BAM cafe, Brooklyn, NY
FEb.20, Monday: Edith Frost @ PA's Lounge, somerville
Feb.21, Tuesday: Animal Collective @ the Paradise
Feb.27 & 28: Monday&Tuesday: The New Pornographers w/ Belle & Sebastian @ Avalon
Mar.19, Sunday: Silver Jews @ Middle East down
Mar.23, Thursday: Mates of State @ Middle East down
Mar.26, Sunday: The Gossip @ Middle East down
Mar.27, Monday: Magnolia Elec. Co. w/ Destroyer @ Middle East down
updates to come.
cheers.
here, for your parousal, a few shows i would recommend to you:
(it's not a complete list, but most of the good ones)
Jan.24, Tuesday: Deerhoof @ Middle East down
Jan.25, Wednesday: The Walkman w/ Mazarin @ Middle East down
Jan.26, Thursday: The Beat Circus w/ Alek K. Redfearn w/ Guignol @ TT the bears
Jan.27, Friday: our old friend Robbie Lee @ the Zeitgeist
Jan.28, Saturday: NYC show: Balkan Beats Dance party, Mehanata (bulgarian bar, nyc)
Jan.29, Sunday: NYC show: The Beat Circus w/ Guignol @ Mo Pitkins, NYC
Feb.2, Thursday: Low w/ His Name is Alive @ the Somerville Theater
FEb.10, Friday: Supergrass @ the Paradise
Feb.10, Friday: The Beat Circus @ Cafe9 New Haven, CT
Feb.11, Saturday: The Beat Circus @ BAM cafe, Brooklyn, NY
FEb.20, Monday: Edith Frost @ PA's Lounge, somerville
Feb.21, Tuesday: Animal Collective @ the Paradise
Feb.27 & 28: Monday&Tuesday: The New Pornographers w/ Belle & Sebastian @ Avalon
Mar.19, Sunday: Silver Jews @ Middle East down
Mar.23, Thursday: Mates of State @ Middle East down
Mar.26, Sunday: The Gossip @ Middle East down
Mar.27, Monday: Magnolia Elec. Co. w/ Destroyer @ Middle East down
updates to come.
cheers.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
part of the story...
this is the link to my little brother's art site.
his name is nigel watkins, as many of you know, he's been through hell and back these past few years (story will come later, it's a serious tragedy, i'm not so sure is tellable in blogspace, but it should and will definitely be told). please, if you can, check out his work, if you'd like to purchase any of it, let me know...he'd also be happy to hear any positive comments from anyone.
his name is nigel watkins, as many of you know, he's been through hell and back these past few years (story will come later, it's a serious tragedy, i'm not so sure is tellable in blogspace, but it should and will definitely be told). please, if you can, check out his work, if you'd like to purchase any of it, let me know...he'd also be happy to hear any positive comments from anyone.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
monkey!!!!
a surreal trip to one of the only antique stores open on cape cod the day after new years...the nice man offered to sell us this delightful porcelein monkey mask for a mere ten bucks, but i was much too afraid of the 'monkey hauntings' that would occur after the purchase. i've known a few to have the 'monkey hauntings' and they aren't pleasant.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
knitting, tea and nice, knee length skirts...
i've been secretly reading an an old friends blog, and she had written a piece about growing old, and fully realizing that she was, in fact, getting older. sometimes, depending on my mood, this is a pleasant realization, but usually, it's a thick punch in the stomach, that causes me to run to the nearest bed and hide, shaking under the comforters.
and yet, as i sit here, waiting for my loverly husband to cook breakfast at 1pm on a saturday, listening to npr, drinking whole leaf green tea, and wondering which knitting project i should start on today...i think, huh, this isn't so terribly bad at all.
maybe it was my recent new years eve experience (which is a story in itself, but summed up, it basically consisted of ernie and i going to an illadvised party on cape cod, with many teenagers, two kegs, and some yagermeister and when we lied to a butterfaced little 18 year old and told her that we were 23 and 25 years old, she looked at us with her little drunken eyes and said, "oh, that's ok", as if we had just told her that we both had cancer), that caused me to not, in any way, miss my youth...maybe it's my two (count'em), two therapist..who knows.
so, being 30, not having done many of the things that i was most positive that i would do in my youth, i honestly don't think that i would go back. i am happy sitting her in my robe, husband frying up some veggie sausage, sipping on my obsessively brewed whole leaf green tea, and waiting patiently for 'this american life' to come on while i do my laundry.
and yet, as i sit here, waiting for my loverly husband to cook breakfast at 1pm on a saturday, listening to npr, drinking whole leaf green tea, and wondering which knitting project i should start on today...i think, huh, this isn't so terribly bad at all.
maybe it was my recent new years eve experience (which is a story in itself, but summed up, it basically consisted of ernie and i going to an illadvised party on cape cod, with many teenagers, two kegs, and some yagermeister and when we lied to a butterfaced little 18 year old and told her that we were 23 and 25 years old, she looked at us with her little drunken eyes and said, "oh, that's ok", as if we had just told her that we both had cancer), that caused me to not, in any way, miss my youth...maybe it's my two (count'em), two therapist..who knows.
so, being 30, not having done many of the things that i was most positive that i would do in my youth, i honestly don't think that i would go back. i am happy sitting her in my robe, husband frying up some veggie sausage, sipping on my obsessively brewed whole leaf green tea, and waiting patiently for 'this american life' to come on while i do my laundry.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
hoppy halidays
i really enjoy the act of giving at christmas, having not really done it my entire life (although my mother was always giving us gifts all through the year, spoiling us rotten), i never had occasion to 'give' other people things, random people who think it's strange if you just 'give' them things during the middle of the year (as i often do). so, christmas to me, is much more fun i think, than it is for most.
but, in not exactly the same way, i also enjoy 'getting'. and this, dear readers, is one of my favorite gifts from this year. feel free to ooohh and ahhh, and fill up with jealousy of my extremely tasteful husband.
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