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Jamie Chvotkin is the Man

I’ve known Jamie for years now. Since High School when we would terrorize the hallways of Wootton High School. Almost 15 years?! Damn. We even went to college together for a year until I dropped out of Hartford. But we’ve totally kept in touch even since he moved to Portland to work for CDbaby. We’ve both bought houses. We both have serious girlfriends. I still have yet to meet her, so she may be a figment. 😉 But I am optimistic. We both like Bryan Adams, too. We both think Joe vs. the Volcano was cinematic genius. We’ve been in car accidents together (no more Beatles!). We’ve seen countless bands together. Hopefully someday we’ll both be in the same city and will be able to fulfill our lifelong dream of reuniting Not For Human Consumption.

And Jamie rocks for not only buying me the Namco II: Ms Pac-Man with 5 TV Games unit, but also sending me two double disc live Pixies CDs that his company put out. Norfolk, VA and New York City.

Jamie is one of the most generous people I know and I am lucky to have him as a friend after all these years.

Party on Wayne.

i love passover foot

Last night I went to the Papa Roach show at 930 Club. Around 9.45pm Jamie came to my house. After the 1st Passover Sedar of course. So yeah, he came over at 9.45 and we headed out to the station. There i showed him around a little. It’s a little different at a radio station at night. Much more active during the day. I introduced him to the overnight jock. And introduced him to the prize closet. That he definately liked and all the mints and ear plugs he could handle! Then we took the DC101 van down to the 930 Club. Finally i got to take it down. I was waiting for this for a long time actually. Rule #1: Don’t throw T-shirts to anyone who asks for them from the van while driving.

So Jamie and I finally get to 930 Club with out killing anyone. We walk in hear some band. Who is it? We totally couldnt tell who it was. Then i asked one of the dirty white hat angst ridden high school fool what time this band started. He replied in that sullen way “5 Minutes ago” So it could have been “The” band, but we werent yet sure. Somehow from the very introspective banter from the singer we deducted that it was the Papa Roach. Or “Pee Roach” as they called it. The show it self was very entertaining. Very high energy tunes. A lot of it reminded me of washed out Sabbath tunes. Some of my favorite line from the angst ridden singer were:

“Hate your family!” – that is a good thing to teach a 16 year old angst driven kid

“I want you to watch out for the (BUUUUUUURP) ladies, and no (BURRRRRRRRP) fondling and shit, (BUUUUUUUUUURP), where’s my beer bong?”

“I dont see enough crowd surfing going on out there”

“Where are those lighters?!”

So it was pretty cliche. One thing I noticed were the abundances of ugly ladies. What is it with ugly music comes ugly ladies. I love my indie rock with all the tight looking ladies. Not sure what it is. There is something about a spandex clad typically overweight lady that makes me ill. Of course she’s always sweaty and singing along to the music. Holding her beer up like god is in front of her. What idols we have these days? Regardless of the scene and crowd, the show itself was very good. Lots of engery and movement. Something you dont see at shows anymore. The band was very excited to play and very excited to put on a good show. Something I wish all the indie rock bands would adopt.

And of course on the way home, what did we find. “Dude, any Tshirts in there?!” Of course he was borderline white trash, and prolly nicknamed “Bubba” I love it. Those people never cease to amaze me. Rock on. And no Pee Roach didn’t cover Closing Time which I wished they did. Instead they did a nice Faith No More cover that no one knew was a cover except for the fact they announced it.

rock all night

Soundtrack for the ride up to NYC: Sebadoh, Bowie, Pere Ubu, Man or Astroman? (including the song where they use a dot matrix printer!), the frogs, Fugazi, Poster Children, and some random Al music.

My weekend started saturday. I woke up at 5.15am. Thinking i would leave at 6am and get to Zander’s a little early in Baltimore so we would have some lee-way. Ha! Fat chance…I get to his house at 7.15am and no one answers the door. Duh…Zander is fast asleep. After a wait in the car for 30 mins, his father finally answers. He finds me a mug and fills it to the rim with nice black coffee. Props ot Zander’s father, that man knows how to brew some good coffee. Fuck that starbuckeroo’s stuff…Coffee was never meant to be that complicated. Girls on the otherhand…So being the vixen Zander is we finally hit the road…we got to meet up with Jessica for an early morning breakfast as well!!! yum yum…apple bagel!

We got to the South Central NJ train station called “Hampton.” We even went up the wrong way and got yelled at “Where you two goin’?” Ha! Bitch. So we get on the train….sit down fine and we rock it. The this girl shows up and i think she’s cute and Zander thinks she’s 35. Who cares…she was cute. We did notice the ads on the platforms had explicit drawing on most of the girls. Typically adding nipples or convenient use of hair on the face.

Finally we get to Penn Station in NYC. We did call Jamie and Miranda prior to getting there (1 hour prior). Then we wait for Jamie to come. He’s late cos his train broke or something. Zander then proceed to ask me to call Jamie every 42 seconds. Zander seemed to be on a mission. At least he was acting his age! Awww Zander…so cute, so irresistable…so VIXEN. Jamie finally appears out of the blue, like that emo-scene in the end of romance movies when we’re running thru the grass and have the warm embrace. We both held out for a gracious hug and hand shake. He’s my boy! Then we bust out of there and walk to meet up with Miranda and Brian for lunch. (Mind you it’s now 1.30- and we’re supposed to meet at noon).

We get to the place and walk by Brian a few times just to make sure it’s him. Finally we confirm it’s him and chill with him. We find out Miranda left a while back. Then Brian has to boogie to get his reservation for his hotel set in. Finally, we all can eat. And we do. This Italian restaraunt rocked. Jamie actually said that Scorsese eats here. I’d believe it too…the food was killer. Once done looking thru the “whatever’s clever” personals including ads like : LET ME STIMULATE YOUR WIFE, SUPER ORAL FOR ME, SHEMALES ONLY, I NEED A BLOW JOB, MAKE ME YOUR MILK AD, and the best one: SIR ROBERT (PLANT) SLAVE TRAINER…we finally vamos in to the depths of hell in to the subway and go to Jamie’s place…we putz around there until dinner time…

We finally meet up with Kristen and Stephen….Miranda was late. Hmmmm, i am getting tired of writing and i am sure you are, so here are some highlights.

1. Brian vs. Kristen on the sassy fight of love all thru dinner…(ding) Kristen was the winner…Brian was close tho, and gave Kristen a good workout…

2. Laser Tag is the coolest thing known to mankind. I hadn’t had so much fun since I had to care about things. This shit is the bomb-ass. Jamie was the mofo champ of it all.

3. Watching Kristen ride a horse that creaks is a funny thing…

4. Three dudes sleeping on K’s futon is a funny thing…

5. Kristen is not fond of eggrolls or any derivative…

6. Al and Stephen were called “The Girls” – They will wed in the Fall

7. I think Miranda needs a radio show with Feets…

8. Before lunch on sun there was a man calling his wife’s outfit “ugly” to a crowd of strangers, i dont think that man was going to get laid. Others could be lucky…

9. Jamie really likes his Rice Balls and encourages his friends to also like the Balls…

10. Kristen is the sassiest…

11. Brian has many of ways to get his hands dirty…including the subway…

12. People who work in diners tend to like Elvis a little too much…

13. Seeing Jessie Belle at Penn Station was too bizzare. Hi Jordan Catalano!

I know there is more…people who were there…please add…this is now offically a communal post…thanks! But all in all, this was a really cool weekend. It was jam-packed with mucho amounts of fun-ness…In spite of NYC being the place of eternal waiting…it has it’s perks. Oh yeah, and I watched some awards show last nite. I think it was the Acedemy Awards. Bjork played and my mother asked how a 12 year old girl could be playing on the Acedemy Awards…i told her “She is from Iceland, she is Beeeeeeeeeeeee-ork” It was sorta like explaining the stranger about the Canadian that isnt the sharpest tool in the shed. Bjork still annoys me to no end. At least Bob Dylan fixed everything…