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Notes from Das Boot 125

First show sound check is rumbling along, and I’m decompressing/decomposing with a cup of coffee. A fun fact I didn’t know about Sweden, they are on the cutting edge of Spork technology. We were at a truck stop last night and I was given the utensil that is in the photograph. If you look closely you can see that it’s a spoonless Spork just the knife and fork making it a Knirk or a Forf. It also looks like a trident, something a miniature Poseiden would use to eat his take out meals with. This was much more interesting when it was in my head before I actually wrote it.

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Notes From Das Boot 124

Gothenburg Sweden
Five week tour begins today, we flew out Monday. Really shitty internet at the hotel, so I’ll be lucky to get this done. Keep it short, don’t tempt the fickle internet gods of Sweden. First show is usually a clusterfuck of nerves, anticipation and worry. yeeash

ELVIS:The Kings Sideburns

About twenty years ago I did this thing with a photocopied Elvis LP cover and some construction paper. Some of it isn’t as funny as I remembered it but with the magic of the interweb I get to inflict it upon the multitude* of my loyal readers. Enjoy! (click on photo to enlarge)

*in this case, the word multitude may describe a group as small as two people.

Sunday Music 11/6/11

Sic Alps-Battery Townsley
These guys have been putting out cool, weird, really catchy music for a few years now. This is off of a single they put out about a month ago on Drag City (one of two they released in a month) and it might be my favorite song of the year. Which means absolutely nothing. [click on song title to listen]

01 Battery Townsley

I LIKE RECORDS 57

Slow night, I’m going over and pricing a giant stack of records. They are musty but not moldy. Still they make me sneeze. A couple was shopping, they appeared to be a combination of comic book nerd and record geek. I know the look and the slightly too loud conversation, because I too am nerd. These guys added another layer of insipid goofiness that I frankly wasn’t buying. They were full of life, I was full of anti-life. Teeth grindingly so. The music that was playing ended, it was dead silence until the next selection was put on. Dead silence in a regular store is uncomfortable, in a record store it’s like a depressing hipster tomb. All I could hear was this guy jabbering.
”Blink 182-Dude Ranch…I was into these guys before anyone else was…really.”

(While looking at a 12” single for the Jetsons theme song from the Televisions Greatest Hits album) ”Televisions Greatest Hits?…I had this record…wait a second…I’m sorry, the Jetsons song is not televisions greatest hit…ninety nine cents? ..no thank you.”

(to his girlfriend) “remember that song (sings) Does your store have any Mojo Nixon? If not it could use some fixin’…(looks at me) Does your store have any Mojo Nixon?……”
ME “……………..(wait for it)…………………..no…we had some and nobody bought ‘em so we sent ‘em back..”
“…then your store could (trailing off)…use some fixin’”

“Man, these guys don’t have any used Jawbox records, that’s what I want…(looking at ELP-Brain Salad Surgery)..who’s Brian Salad Surgery?weird….Billy Joel are you gonna knock my socks off? (picking up Billy Joel-52nd Street)…no..you’re…not..This isn’t the good one…How about you Billy Squier?…”

I went and got a coffee and felt like saurbraten.

fresh out of Mojo Nixon, although we have an extensive Skid Roper section

Another old book

Another cool old book we got in at work. Zwischen Neun und Neun by Leo Perutz,  I’m not sure of the artist. [click on image to enlarge]

Sunday Music 10/30/11

Nights & Days- These Days
This is from a great single that came out on Regal Select in 1989. I don’t know much about these guys, they were from the Pacific Northwest put out a couple of singles and then Rob Vasquez from Nights & Days formed The Night Kings who were really good as well, both bands are well worth seeking out. I have no idea what happened to them. ( to listen, click on song title in blue)

these days