Monthly Archive for August, 2000

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the soft dive of oblivion/third eye mat

Soundtrack of the day: Verve, Devo, Unrest, De La Soul, Pan Sonic, M. Doughty, Third Eye Blind (seriously!) Carole King, the Monkees & Mons.

Little news is going on… Although i did spend a lot of time tonite scanning in pictures from shows i went to that i took…M. Doughty, Soul Coughing, Trans Am, JSBX, Poster Children…enjoy! Enter that hoopla by clicking on PORTFOLIO above. Speaking of rock, i am missing Weezer right now…damn those ticketmaster scoundrels…karin and i are going to riot one of these days, and you are gonna be sorry!!

I just realized today that i get off work, on monday. I have to get used to all the working man’s holidays. I am sooooo ready to learn all about it! …And hopefully someone dear and special to me will pay a wonderous suprise visit!

That picture is also a memorable one (not to mention very flattering to my forcept veins!?) That picture was taken in NY in my cousin’s yard the night before i drove with the ‘rents to CT for my first college experience, the summer of 1995. Wow, speaking of prepositions… ?!?!!? …I would never be the same after that year of school. As much as i needed and wanted to get out of there, i still regret it. Why did i end up finishing my degree in the dirty south? Someone remind me?! Ack… Revolution!

quamquam cicada fere pulsabat…

The Ant and the Grasshopper-
The Modern American version:

almost hallmarkThe ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. CBS, NBC and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can it be that, in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Then a representative of the NAGB (The National Association of Green Bugs) shows up on Nightline and charges the ant with green bias, and makes the case that the grasshopper is the victim of 30 million years of greenism. Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when he sings “It’s not easy being green.” Bill and Hillary Clinton make a special guest appearance on the CBS Evening News to tell a concerned Dan Rather that they will do everything they can for the grasshopper who has been denied the prosperity he deserves by those who benefited unfairly during the Reagan summers. Richard Gephardt exclaims in an interview with
Peter Jennings that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his “fair share.”

Finally, the EEOC drafts the “Economic Equity and Anti-Greenism Act,” retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal hearing officers that Bill appointed from a list of single-parent welfare moms who can only hear cases on Thursday’s between 1:30 and 3 PM. The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant’s food while the government house he’s in, which just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around him since he doesn’t know how to maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. And on the TV, which the grasshopper bought by selling most of the ant’s food, they are showing Bill Clinton standing before a wildly applauding group of Democrats announcing that a new era of “fairness” has dawned in America.

Pure Combustible Rock

So, it’s been some time since I’ve been able to post. Finally, I received cable, the bastards at Time Warner graced me with their presence three weeks later…but not before they shot one last thing at me, which was cable I did not order. I had ordered Digital cable, which gives you 200 channels rather than 80…I’m dealing with it…but not happy about it.

Last weekend I had the opportunity to see M. Doughty (the aforementioned Fugazi-man Look-a-like), two times, once in Hoboken, New Jersey and once in Prospect Park. (They said it was free, but that was a blazing lie, if you’re a sucker who feels weird not giving a donation when they ask for it, than never believe it’s free). I have this theory…and I can’t wait to hear the response I get here:

After getting as funky as I possibly could at Soul Coughing shows in various cities and venues, seeing Doughty just him on stage, alone and with a little guitar (one in which we love) there was something missing, this last show I realized what it was. It was the hand movements. It was the infamous, white boy jiggling of hands; it’s what I need to make me dance, what I need to mock (in a polite loving way mind you). You see kids in the crowd doing it, albeit not the way it should be done, but nonetheless they remember like I do. I am seriously loving Doughty’s solo work, it finally came off of continuous play today only to go right back in. His shows are ranging on serious musical content and a comedic performance with crowd participation and “combustible rock” was it? Ever since the beginning I think it was the stage presence of Doughty that drew me in. It was the interactivity of the shows that I loved and still do love (now so I think even more).

I can say that it’s sort of that double-edged sword with Doughty “of” Soul Coughing and M.Doughty, “the Spoken Word Artist and ex Member of Soul Coughing” (like the artist formerly known as Prince). I am loving the solo stuff, I am totally digging the gigs he’s had, in fact I was a little sad that I didn’t have an all and all out and out funk-fest to go to this weekend and will have to substitute it with coffee shops, parks, and the Fringe Ink Fest. There is this part of me that screams for Sebastian (to myself not) and misses Yuval’s beat. It’s like Ross and Rachel, you see how good they are for one another and you just wish they’d put it all aside and just get back together! But we all love the single Rachel…she’s so much more vibrant, beautiful and at peace with herself.