Archive for February, 2013

I Hate Me, Part 277,010

My band had practice, we hadn’t gotten together in a while and I blew out my voice. After practice I had to go to Foodtown. I went to the deli counter, there was one customer ahead of me. As I said, my voice was shot and I cleared my throat as I was waiting. The guy working the counter is nice enough but a little high strung and he thought I was clearing my throat in a “Hey! Let’s go man.” type of way. “I’ll be with you in a second, sir”. I was trying not to talk so I just nodded. About thirty seconds later I had to clear my throat again, I tried to do it quietly but no luck and the guy looked over at me, before he said anything I tried to mime that my voice was shot but in retrospect it looked like I was pointing to my mouth and wanted to eat. Glare. “Yes sir, can I help you?” I tried to say “quarter pound of the house baked turkey.” but it sounded like someone was letting the air out of a balloon, I ended up just pointing to it and nodding yes when he said “quarter pound?” Eventually I had a full cart of food so I couldn’t go to the Express checkout and I was stuck in line behind a woman who must have been buying food for her entire town. A couple of checkouts away a girl looked like she was going to open another register but I couldn’t be sure, sometimes they just set the cash drawer up for the next day. So I kept looking over to see if the register would open. It hit me that constantly looking over at the register girl might look creepy so I tried not to look over as much. Of course when I was studiously not looking over, she opened up her register and another guy with a ton of groceries beat me there. I eventually got rung up.
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Sunday Music 2/24/13

Staple Singers-Pray On
With the passing Cleotha Staples this week, I thought this would be a good song to play. It’s on Best of the Vee-Jay Years (Shout Factory) [click on song title to listen]
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I Hate Me, Part 187,724

I was recently on Tom Scharpling’s, The Best Show on WFMU. I was on with comic book writer Matt Fraction and Dave Wyndorf. It was great, I felt like a little kid who got to sit at the grown-ups table. Everybody was really nice, I met AP Mike and Maggie Serota who works on the Low Times podcast. Got a good look at the mind boggling record library. Tom was great, made everyone feel at home, sharp/funny conversations, a good night. I was psyched to be part of something that I’d been a fan of. Now, I’m not very good at self-promotion and earlier in the night before Dave and I drove up, Carrie and I had talked about bringing some of the new Ribeye Brothers cd’s up to the station. I had sent a bunch up and it had been getting airplay, Tom himself had said some really nice things about the band. I wasn’t sure but I took three just in case and shoved them in my coat pocket. I also had in there the new Tyvek cd and a cool Swedish band called GOAT, Dave said to bring some music with us, there was a chance it would be played. I had pretty much forgotten about the cd’s until the end of the night as I put my coat on to leave. I was talking to Matt Fraction and going all fanboy about a run of Iron Man (Invincible Iron Man 1-33) and I thought that I would give him a Ribeye Brothers cd (Awkwardly given, unasked for things. Great.),
“Here, I got something for you.”
I reached into my stuffed coat pocket, and wrestled with a cd, finally yanking it out. It was the GOAT cd(Auugh!). It had taken me so long to get the wrong cd out, that I decided to just go with it and not go back into the overcrowded pocket and look like a mental patient.
“…Yeah..you might dig this…it’s heavy…..and…yeah”
He gave me an odd look but accepted it graciously.

not the Ribeye Brothers cd

not the Ribeye Brothers cd

Sunday Music, 2/17/13

Bonzo Dog Band-Rockaliser Baby
It’s impossible to summarize these guys in a couple of sentences. How about, “avant garde, English psychedelic pop” It’s from their second album The Doughnut In Granny’s Greenhouse (Liberty, 1968) [click on song title to listen]
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I Hate Me, part 106,551

I was late for work and ran into Starbucks for a coffee, it was a short but terrible line:
“What kind of vanilla syrup do you use?”, “How large is the tall, REALLY?”, “Do you know how many Starbucks are in Howell? I’m from there.” And one of the registers was out of commission, there was a person crouched on the floor behind the counter working on it. When it was my turn at bat the barista apologized for the delay, I cracked “You guys must be really short handed today, you have children working” indicating the guy behind the counter working on the register. It was an innocuous comment, just light small talk. There was nervous laughter from the barista and then the guy working on the register got up, glaring, and he was really short, not midget (or “little person”) sized but well under five feet tall. I’m sure he must have heard “child sized” all his adult life and now from a giant goon like myself. I stared at the ground, muttered some unintelligible bullshit, grabbed my coffee and over tipped.
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Mets Official Anniversary Score Book 1962-1986

I am a baseball fan and I’m a Mets fan (which sounds like something that would be said at Mets Anonymous, “MA” meeting), so with pitchers and catchers are reporting to spring training I figured I’d post some pages from the 25th Anniversary score book. Enjoy or mock, it all depends on feelings towards the Metropolitans (as Steve Somers would call them). [click on image to enlarge]
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I Hate Me, Part 155,902 / I LIKE RECORDS 74

We got a call at work a few weeks ago from a guy in south jersey who had “10,000” lp’s and lots of cd’s. The catch was A) some were water damaged B) he seemed crazy. I tried to explain to him that most water damaged records were at best useless unless the damage was minimal, the record itself was very rare and mold hadn’t set in. He changed his story over the course of a few phone calls. The final story was the records were all new and he was selling them for $4 a piece. The crazy seeped out of the phone when he was talking but Jack (my boss, owner of Jacks Music) figured it might be worth a trip to check out his collection. If it was as good as he claimed and he was willing to take a realistic offer for all of them it would be worth it. So we loaded up Jacks truck, set the GPS and headed down to Manahawkin (about an hour south of Red Bank). We got to his house, a woman let us in and yelled for Richard (the guy selling the records).
The room was packed with stuff including hundred’s of crappy records in terrible shape. We were waiting for about five minutes and I started running scenarios of some sort of “Hostel” type situation (Lured by the promise of collectable records, they walked into a deadly trap). The woman came back into the living room, “He’s not here yet?, RICHARD! THE GUYS ARE HERE ABOUT THE RECORDS! Jesus!”. Richard finally shambled out, a middle aged guy who looked like he had a rough paper route. He led us through a maze of tiny rooms that looked as if they were attached to the original house and had ignored most current building codes. We ended up in a tiny bedroom that had at most 2,000 records stacked up in corners and on dressers, all were used, most water damaged, some even damp.
Richard-How many records you think I got here, 10,000?
Me-Maybe 1,000 to 2,000, and you said they were new
Richard-A lot of them are
Me-None that I’ve seen and they all have water damage
Richard-…a couple of ‘em…yeah they do…I’ll fix them though… This is a special room…can you feel the spirits…the music…my wife and my son…he was in a band…Jason’s Hot Shit Band…a few of those guys are in semi-professional bands playing down here now (PHONE CALL)…Yeah I’m selling the records in 100 piece lots, $4 to $4.50 a piece, yeah they’re new, and ones that are opened ain’t never been played (looks over at Jack and me and shakes his head), NO, I ain’t gonna take a buck a piece for ‘em..(HANGS UP)…Man, what these people don’t understand is that I’m a member of the latter day saints and I’ll just donate ‘em to the church if I don’t get what I want for ‘em….feel that…feel that spirit in here…the spirit of music..music is learned or it ain’t…but just feel that…let me get another light, I’ll be back.
Me-Yeah..look man..I’m sorry but we’re not gonna be able to do anything with these… they’re all trashed, and some are still wet.
Richard-I’ll put the wet ones by the heater
Me-Yeah, that’s not gonna work..I’m sorry..really…yeah…
This uncomfortableness was broken up, when the phone rang
Richard-Hello…yeah, I’m the one sellin’ the records…
Me-..we’ll let ourselves out…thanks.
He waved goodbye and we headed home.
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Sunday Music 2/3/13

Kadavar-Purple Sage
Ever wonder what it sound like if you combined Hawkwind with Black Sabbath? I didn’t but Kadavar did, this is the last song from their great self titled album and honestly it’s the only song that sounds Hawkwindy the rest is solid Sabbath worship. It’s from 2012 and it’s on TeePee. (to listen, click on song title)
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