Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I Get The Same Old Feelin’, Every Time You’re Here

The Dark Overlord and his Minion
Planning World Domination (with unseen observer).
Camp David

April, 4, 2007

Ooops! After an extended, inexcusable, lapse of anti-posting, I tried to get some new writing and music up here. Instead, I seem to have deleted the post about Marcel and his Secret Ops Weekend.

As soon as I can remember half of what I wrote here 15 days ago, and post it back up, I'll be back. I'm hoping later this evening.

But there's still the music! Ahhhh, Barry White!

Love, Mushi


You're The First, The Last, My Everything
Never, Never Gonna Give You Up
Can't Get Enough Of Your Love
(Buy: Barry White: Just For You)

Monday, March 19, 2007

This Memory Will Not Fade Away

Joe, Nick, Fritz, Casey, Mark, Brad, Charlie, Mushi, and Ozzie
Raceway Park, Englishtown, New Jersey
September 3, 1977
Photograph taken by Kevin at NewJerseyRock.

Well,actually, that's not true at all. This memory fades away quite often. But, when G started digging through some boxes of old pictures yesterday, this is what I remembered ... (fade out)

At Summer's End, my friends and I (and some 150,000 other stragglers) gathered in a field in New Jersey to see The New Riders of the Purple Sage, Marshall Tucker Band, and the Grateful Dead. They played the following set:

Promised Land
They Love Each Other
Me & My Uncle
Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodeloo
Looks Like Rain
New Minglewood Blues
Friend Of The Devil
The Music Never Stopped
Good Lovin'
Estimated Prophet
Eyes Of The World
Samson And Delilah
He's Gone
Not Fade Away
Terrapin Station

Which I remember nothing of, except — while looking for a song to add here tonight, and listening to a number of shows from 1977 (and the original live recording of the show here) — I got goosebumps. That means, (a) that something inside of me still remembers that time, and the feeling of seeing that band live at such a rich period in their careers, or, more likely, (b) somebody just walked over my grave. (I can never get that one straight.)


He's Gone
(Buy: Grateful Dead: Raceway Park, Englishtown, NJ, 9/3/77 LIVE/Original Recording Remastered)

(This song is actually from a November 5, 1977 show at Community War Memorial Auditorium in Rochester, NY, via Internet Archive. But you can buy the September 3, 1977, Raceway Park, Englishtown, NJ show here.)

Added BONUS:
Here's what my ticket looked like. (I've come across mine, once or twice, in the dozen or so moves up and down the East Coast, but I'd be hard pressed to find it. No, my friends, that's work for a peoples much more anal-retentive (and organized) then me. Like these folks! Maybe there's a ticket you've been looking for?)

(No, effin' shite! Did I actually just travel 30 years — from Daft Punk to Grateful Dead — in one day? I'm fading out ...)

Sunday, March 18, 2007

In The Future (Pretty Much Everything I Do Has The Potential To Be This Time-Wasting)

Daft Punk
Is Playing At My House (As well as, some LCD Soundsystem, and a healthy dose of Ground Components.)
March 2007

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

'Around The World', words and music by Daft Punk.

This morning, I figured out that I have traveled over 48,409.16433 kilometers (That's 30,080 miles, you metric-phobe!) over the past 4 years of my daily ferry commute. (That's 2,350 hours over the past 4 years — to think about things like this — that potentially, become this time-wasting.)

You can check the math, and see what the hell got me on this track in the first place, here.


Around The World
(Buy: Daft Punk: Homework)

Daft Punk Is Playing At My House
(Buy: LCD Soundsystem: LCD Soundsystem)

Coming In From All Angles (Feat. Macromantics)
(Buy: Ground Components: An Eye For A Brow, A Tooth For A Pick)

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Go N-eiri An Bothar Leat!

Willie Doherty, Incident, 1993

May the road rise to meet you!
Old Irish saying.
March 17, 2006

"Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crust crumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine."
Ulysses, James (Augustine Aloysius) Joyce


Donegal Express
(Buy: Shane MacGowan & The Popes: The Snake)

(Buy: Amy Winehouse: Back To Black)

Monday, March 12, 2007

Lymie, Am I Ticked!

Welcome to the Thunderdome (Photograph from a local cable program on Ixodes scapularis)

Blacklegged ticks (Ixodes scapularis)
Many enter. Few survive.
July 2006

I took Marcel to the vet the other day (for a pulled muscle in his neck which, after a week of doggie-profens and some mellow-down time, is doing much better — thank you for asking) — and after a routine check-up — the doctor asked if Marcel had had his Lyme Disease vaccinations yet.

"Lyme Disease?" I says, "We live out on The Rock, I didn't think we had that problem out there."

"It started to show up last year," she replied.

"Really? How did that happen?" I ask, now a little ooked out by the whole scenario of the upcoming warm weather and outdoor activities.

"The tourists brought them with them," chimes in the doctors assistant.

"Tourists!" I say, through clenched teeth (in a manner that can only be described as the worst imitation of somebody trying to sound like Jerry Seinfeld saying, "Newman!").

"Tourists," she repeats.

Damn you (as I will now refer to them), Lymies!


Hell On Earth
(Buy: Deer Tick: War Elephant (When the album drops, in May.)

(Until then, check out
Deer Tick on myspace, and get your pets their shots!)

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Burn, Baby, Burn

Photograph © Rich Entel

A boy, his dog, and a big, blazing bonfire.
Town Dump, The Rock
March 2006

Ahhhh, fire. The cold has returned with some kind of purpose. While walking Marcel this morning, my hair froze solid.

So, sitting in my warm kitchen, drinking coffee and doing work from home today — I'm just thinking about the warm weather — and fire.

(Oh, yeah, and the Town Dump? A great place to find everything I don't need to drag home — where I don't need it. Ask G, she'll tell you.)


Ring of Fire
(Buy: Johnny Cash: Love & A .45: Original Soundtrack)

(Buy: Jimi Hendrix: Voodoo Child: The Jimi Hendrix Collection)

(Buy: Jersey Street Allstars: Disco Pogo For Punks In Pumps Vol. 13)

Disco Inferno
(Buy: The Trammps: Saturday Night Fever)

Thursday, March 01, 2007

The Heavens Open Up To Cover The Rock With A Beautiful White Blanket Of Snow (And Kick The Arse of Wall Street)

Photograph © Alex Kraus/Bloomberg News

Tao Jones'n
Wall Street
February 28, 2007

An old, miserable guy goes down to the banks of the river. He raises his arms to the heavens. He beseeches the angels. He calls on them to make things better for him. They show up, but their mood is ugly. They tell him he has a scrawny neck, that they're tired of guys like him. When he complains, they knock him down. They beat him with their thick fists. They roll him into the river. They walk off stolidly through the mists, not saying anything, breathing hard. Under their robes their shoulders are big and violent, under the great horns of their wings.

Angels, from A Man Jumps Out of an Airplane by Barry Yourgrau.

(Oh, and Wall Street, if you're reading this — Get a friggin grip!)


(Buy: Robbie Williams: Life Thru A Lens)

He Needs Me
(Buy: Harry Nilsson & Shelley Duvall: Punch-Drunk Love Original Soundtrack)

Thank You For Sending Me An Angel
(Buy: Talking Heads: More Songs About Buildings and Food)

(Buy: Three Dog Night: The Complete Hit Singles)