6.29.2003

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEIDI!!

6.25.2003

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:
Next Wednesday at 9:00 p.m., come on down to the Showbox's Green Room to
witness an entertainment pairing of such genius and a scope unseen since
Richard Pryor and Gene Hackman got together for "Silver Streak." FEY RAY
(featuring newest member, guitarist/vocalist/hot-wing aficianado Sean Uberoi
Kelly)will give you some of that twee/grouchy pop, then SUB_SONIC will do it
to ya in yer eardrum with their patented improvised electronic stylings. Get
me? Okay. Show up, drink, rawk, dance. Then eat your hat. I'm telling you,
it's wild.

Wednesday, December 11, 9:00 p.m.
The Green Room at the Showbox
(First Avenue between Pike and Union)
Sub_sonic
Fey Ray
Tilted Blue
Only $5 (cheap!)
Happy Birthday Tabitha!

6.24.2003

Frito came home with this weird(er) look on his face today.

-Dood, we got a dog!

Upstairs was a 6-month old German pointer that we promptly named Whiskey Maldonado.

The poor creature was pretty freaked out-Scoot said he puked in the car on the way home. Whiskey hardly moved for the first couple of hours. He was petrified-and kept looking at us like: What. the. fuck. am. I. doing. with. these. two. fools?!

Which cracked me up sumthin' fierce...

Frito went out and got him some food, a bowl and a copy of Training for Dummies...This should be fun.

6.23.2003

Starsky & Hutch Gran Torinos! I think Neil needs one of these...
If you're like me (heh) and enjoy an occasional crackin' science fiction yarn, check out this site!

6.19.2003

HAPPY JUNETEENTH, Y'ALL!
I just heard from Matt D., now on tour of the Holy Lands:

Just a short update on what's been going on:

We (my dad, brother, and I) tried to get in to Gaza today. The Israelis wouldn't let us through, rather they would have let us through but wouldn't have let us out. Sweet of them to tell us this in advance. There should have been no problem since my dad and brother are both relief personnel monitoring operations in Gaza, but I've learned pretty quickly that the Israeli army does whatever it wants for whatever reasons it feels like coming up with at the moment. At the Gaza checkpoint, the "liason officer" Capt. Levy said that he would need to receive a phone call from the US consulate giving our names and noting that we were okay to move through, which was entirely nonsense. He told us this because he figured that we wouldn't be able to get through to the consulate, but within 15 minutes Brian was handing Capt. Levy his cell phone with the consul on the other end. Capt. Levy refused to take the call and flatly denied saying what I, my brother, and my father had heard him say fifteen minutes earlier. Kafkaesque doesn't begin to describe it. Unnacountable bureacracy is the essence of tyranny. Business as usual, says Brian.

Yesterday we all went on a tour of Israeli settlements in and around Jerusalem, which are taking over Arab neighborhoods bit by bit and intruding into the West Bank mile by mile. We also saw the "apartheid wall," which Israel is building supposedly to keep terrorists out, but which also happens to extend many kilometers into the West Bank, encircling valuable water sources and arable land in an attempt to steal it for settler use. This short e-mail will not begin to do justice to what I'm seeing here. the attmpted expulsion of a people from their homeland and the destruction of a culture. Every detail of Israel society is designed to remind non-Jews that they are second class citizens. Irony is one thing, but this is somthing like irony on steroids, SOOPER ULTRA MEGA A**- F***ING IRONY. I've taken to reciting entire Monty Python sketches to myself under my breath just to keep it together.

Ah yes, Angela, the fine Israeli lady who took us on the settler tour, told me of an essay she had recently read by an eleven year old child who had had his home demolished by the Israelis. He can't wait to grow up and become a suicide bomber.

What, behind the rabbit?

Shalom and As Salaam Alaikum,
Matt

6.14.2003

Whenever I'm feeling a bit stressed or low, I fire up Celestia and spend some time virtually roaming the heavens. It's fun, edjumacational and relaxing. Especially if you listen to a Space Night compilation while doing this.
(Space Night is a German TV show that plays ambient techno and trance and shows images from space. Frito-who has lived in Germany-says it comes on after the clubs close, so I guess you're supposed to "chill" to it. Cool idea, no?)

6.11.2003

Finally! I got a link for Wig N Skirt 2003 pics!
I was gonna poke fun at this, but then I realized that things can't get much worse...or weirder.
I used to tell Stu that Bill Clinton was not in fact, our first Black president but actually the first President to approach the Office as a work of Performance Art.
Nonetheless. Mr. Spring-er is actually qualified to run...huh.
So-I don't know why this effects me so. I didn't know him. But to see someone, to stand in the same room with them, watching them rock the house with his band and then hear a day or two later that he's fucking dead is weird beyond belief...

And then I think...wait. I DID know him! He used to bartend at The Baltic Room and the Re-Bar...fuck. RIP Scott.

6.10.2003

This Jesus guy reminds me of the singer in my first band (had he grown a beard). I dunno why, but this site cracks my shit up! (Thanks Chad!)

6.07.2003

After 50 emails between Stu, Neil, Trish and Matt, we finally decided to meet at the Capitol Club to enjoy the sunshine, air and some booze. Trish had to flake out due to over booking, but the rest of us, later joined by Leslie and Tess had a great time. We also stopped by the Baltic Room, where Ryan announced that he'd quit his job and was headed overseas in two weeks...! Maria and her bulldog Arthur were in the house as was Laurie & Aaron.
Around 10, Neil and I headed out to Ballard to catch Sophie Tucker (a punk pop power trio), SushiRobo and Dolour. I talked to Arthur Roberts, SR's slickstupissonicscientist frontman for awhile, SushiRobo's second full-length will be out in September. Arthur says he's really happy with this one, as it sort of came about organically. The band record jam sessions and developed the songs from that. I noticed that Dave and Clay (guitar/Bass) are singing backing vox now. If you've never heard SushiRobo, you should! Not only are they nice guys but they sound like nothing else out there.
I bailed about halfway through Dolour's set, they played Rundgren/Raspberries style power pop, but the lead singer annoyed the hell out of me. He struck me as a Courtney Taylor-Taylor wannabe, but without his wry sense of humor. I dunno, the band seemed to be having an off night, brough on by a broken guitar string...or something.
Tonight, I mount my black steed and head south to visit Sheri and catch The Whip and Teen Chthulu. The Chadster and some of his bandmates should be in the hizzouse. Should be a hoot!

6.02.2003

I thought I was stuck in a rut, just going through the motions and waiting for my chance to make some moves. But recently, I stuck my head up and realized there is a lot of stuff going on that doesn't deal with the war, the economy, etc.
In the last month, two of my friends got married in Hawaii, another couple had a baby, a couple of coworkers in my department bailed and I hear a third is headed for the door. Two friends had birthdays. Another left her husband. Two others are about to graduate from college with new degrees. My band is in the studio. Our lead singer and his wife are expecting their firstborn. Another friend got herself a nice aparment in the city.
I met a cool girl...and bought three pairs of shoes.
So I guess there was more going on than I'd thought.

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Laura and I went to Maruta (Japanese deli in Georgetown) to get some lunch and then out to Alki for some sun. It was a little breezy out but glorious all the same. Later on, we went up to California Avenue and looked in a bunch of antique shops and stopped in at Easy Street Records. I picked up some dub CDs (Tonight we get in touch with Jah!)
As you probably know, Laura likes to give me a hard time. We were in one shop and she was looking at a pretty cool bracelet made from old-fashioned typewriter keys. I thought she'd made up her mind-having asked the lady to hold it for her while we bought CDs, but she was also condering a plainer bracelet made from small silver balls. She kept going back and forth, asking me for my opinion...which I refused to give for obvious reasons:
Men and Women have different aesthetic criterion and I usually don't stop to ponder if something is "cute" or not when buying something.
I may ask you if you like my new shoes, but I don't really care if you do or not...I like them and that's what matters to me.
Laura OTOH, wanted me to help her make up her mind...and I couldn't do it...she has to like her purchase and it shouldn't matter what I think.
Don't get me wrong, I'd tell her if a pair of pants made her ass look like she was wearing a diaper...but that's just common decency...right?
I swear we spent 30 minutes in the store with her pestering me for input and me refusing.
She finally picked the bracelet she wanted in the first place (and the one I really like! heh.) but I think she was ticked. So, we go to the coffee bar next door and while buying me a juice, this REALLY hot, olive-skinned beauty (who looked like the chick who plays "Jackie" on "That 70's Show") walks by me as I stand by the doors reading the Weekly. I naturally look up.
"I saw that!" She crows.
"Saw what?!" I says, stupidly playing innocent.
"You were checking out that girl!"
Now both baristas (females) are giving me the greasy eye. They think she's my girlfriend and I'm a cad who can't keep his eyes to himself. (Well, the second part is true.) Great.
I decide to up the ante.
"Look. You wanna fight?! I don't care if you're a girl. We can go outside and settle this right now!" I growl, shaking my fist at her.
The baristas are looking really pissed and uncomfortable. They don't know we do this practically every time we go out in public.
Laura just laughs and rolls her eyes.
Our drinks come up and after checking mine for barista spit (or worse) we're on our way home.
A fine day, indeed.