It's good to be in band, especially when people take pictures of you playing. These pictures are invariably blurry and make you look much cooler than you actually are.
A Nice Young Man named Moishe sent us some photos of the show on the 12th, and they're really good. He has graciously consented to let us tell you of their existence.
The pictures are here: Photos
Thanks, Moishe!
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What else can I say besides thank you? Thanks to Common Grounds, Oriflamme, Laserhead, Squeaky and Towers of Hanoi, and to all the people who came to the show on the 12th. We surpassed our wildest hopes about how much money we could raise for Cal.
Ok. Enough said.
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Squeaky has never been big on cover songs, partly because I'm kind of a one trick pony when it comes to playing the guitar, but also because we just never wanted to do it much. We did play a halloween show one year when we played songs by Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sonic Youth, and some other bands. That was a lot of fun. We also learned side 3 of London Calling, which I fear almost broke the band up.
Anyway, we're learning a Jawbox cover for the upcoming benefit show for J Robbins (holy shit! It's tomorrow night!), and it's not easy. People always use the word "angular" or "choppy" to describe Jawbox's guitar parts, and boy is that true... I literally cannot sing and play the guitar part at the same time. It hurts my head. Steven can do it, but basically only by playing the guitar sloppily. So we decided that I'm not going to play guitar during the verses, and Steven will cover the guitar fully. My only problem will be figuring out what to do with my hands.
The lyrics are a challenge, there's a lot of them, and they come fast. Lyrics that I write are a lot easier to remember because there's an inner logic to it all, at least to me, but these lyrics are a little "angular", too.
This morning, I got up to pee (well, I woke up because my 2-year old decided it was a good time to wake up and demand 1) water 2) juice and 3) breast milk. Then I decided to pee.) and I'm sitting there at 3 in the morning and I'm not thinking at all, and all of a sudden, my brain starts spitting out the lyrics to Chicago Piano. Doesn't guarantee that I won't forget them at the show, but it's a start.
Which brings me to the photo: it's a Thompson submachine gun. Nicknamed the Chicago Piano, as well as the Chicago Typewriter.
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Gerald Ford is dead.
I won't use curse words or wish ill of the dead, but I will point out that Gerald Ford sat on the Warren Commission, the numbskulls who said that JFK was assasinated by one "discontented" guy, namely Lee Harvey Oswald. I call bullshit on that, as do many many Americans.
According to the Associated Press, Gerald Ford was instrumental in manipulating evidence to support the so-called magic bullet theory. This hare-brained scheme posited that one bullet, fired from the book depository, was supposedly able to enter JFK's body from the rear, in his neck, come out of his throat (deflected by the knot on his tie(!)), change direction, then cause three wounds in Gov. Connally.
It's sheer fiction, simply put.
Here's the article (it really does exist):
A song I wrote a long time ago, called Gerald Ford, is finally topical!! I'll post it here somehow, if you care to hear it.
Squeaky Fromme attempted to assasinate Gerald Ford, as seen in the photo above. We didn't get our name from her, but maybe we should have.
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It's good to be in band, especially when people take pictures of you playing. These pictures are invariably blurry and make you look much cooler than you actually are.
