You Can't Do That In Andover Anymore! Vol. 2

To get my mind off things, I think of The Old Masters Box One. I will own it before the year is over. Before my birthday. There. So it is written. So shall it be done. Take me to Booty City

You Can't Do That In Roxbury Anymore! Vol. 1

There's a lot that can be said for the past 48 hours of my life. I doubt any account at three in the morning can truly do it justice...that or it would do it perfect justice. The roast went off without a hitch. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a very very long time. That shit is gonna resurface somewhere on the internet and oh my will it be entertaining. Bailey and Julia are here...and I'm too excited and happy for words. So yeah.

On a rampant Zappa kick recently, specifically guitar work. It's a genre of his that has taken me a while to get into. It's the perfect fusion of disciplined jazz structure and balls to the wall rock 'n' roll execution. A lot of his solos were extracted from live performance of other songs then released as separate pieces, usually with a wonderfully goofy title. Here's some of my new favs (along with rediscovered gems):

"The Ocean is the Ultimate Solution" from Sleep Dirt
Total jam fest here, a throw back to Hot Rats.

"Heavy Duty Judy" from Shut Up and Play Yer Guitar
The horns SO freaking make it.

"But Who Was Fulcanelli?" from Guitar
This is from the song "Drowning Witch" which is probably Zappa's most unsung later masterpieces. Not only was the original track wonderful but it also spawned this solo and the beautiful "St. Etienne." (Video from 1987's Video from Hell)

"For Duane" from Guitar
Zappa plays Allman. The variation on the timing of the classic blues progression is fucking amazing.

"Ask Dr. Stupid" from Trans-Fusion
I don't even know how he makes his guitar sound like that. I mean I have an idea but it must be twice as hard.

Probably not this weekend, but soon I'm gonna do a bit about YCDTOSA Vol. 1. No one cares but me. La de da.

Relative Cross-Promotion Obligation

Bailey is comin' soon. Let's see the week ahead...

Look at you, bringing the nice weather.

about last post

I deleted the last entry because I realized it was a horrible poem. Two drink Kane thought that scrap from freshman year was a revelation in modern poetry last night. Tonight, two cookies Kane thinks it's crap. There are some good elements. The Bo Diddley thing can work well, but overall, it's just awful.

To say I am relieved to be back in Boston would be a gross understatement. By the time I arrived, the clouds started to part and the sun was shining like crazy. My gang got together tonight, ate Costa Rican cookies, and listened to the new Strokes album that was leaked yesterday.

Creatively, I'm back on board too. Aside from the plans for the KFFS re-write (first meeting Tuesday, this is HAPPENING), I have some solid plans for my tape project. One plan is very clear and will most likely be an instillation piece. The other one is a little more "magical mystery tour" and will just be a sound piece. I'll probably start doing some transfers tomorrow and start editing/mixing on Thursday...if I don't attend this roast. That's right. A fucking roast. It started as a surprise birthday party but I'm lobbying like a Televangelist with a hard-on to turn it into a full-out roast. Roast or no roast, I'm still gonna write jokes about the guest of honor and rag on (name removed) for being a drunkard. Obviously things are hush-hush but I think I covered my ass well and besides, no one reads this.

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Last night I borrowed my friend's tube of Aquafresh tooth paste to brush my teeth with. I was so damn tired. The lights were low and dim. I felt like I was in my grandmother's apartment in Andover, 1995. It's weird how things like that bring you back. I thought about the week I just left behind. I thought about how I hadn't written all day and felt bad about it. Four days of nothing significant.

But it's not as bad as that. I've continued with working on my tape project and the namesake of this blog has been picked up by the COF New Play Festival. I think this was the good thing I'd been waiting for. I have a feeling things are gonna be all right. Sure hope so.

my hands have been wicked sensitive lately. they cut easily. the skin peals. the space between the fingers ache.

i tried transferring a recording of Debussy and Ravel's famous string quartets. it ended up being a recording of me and my friends talking over the television through the on board mic. there could be an idea in there.

At 6 o'clock I got a headache as well. My mother used the "w" word. I was less than thrilled.