New Tune I wrote. Good homemade pie. It’s hot…warms the soul.
Just found out about this Guy last week. Incredibly refreshing to hear about a contemporary blues man doin’ it right. None of that flashing Chicago style horseshit…straight southern dirt. Love his passion.
Just moved to 12th n Winton (south philly) God damn it’s nice. I must say this is the coolest house I’ve ever live in by far…and I fuckin’ went for it and got cable and HBO…I had to reat myself. It’s dangerous though…so much good shit to watch. Just saw a bangin’ documentary, directed by Scorseseabout George Harrison…awesome footage and really stripped the Hollywood dream quality out of the Beatles story. The hype around them was comparable to Jesus…and it’s amazing.
Kids are just playin’ some kickball in the church parking lot across from my apartment. Fuck north philly…im so glad to be out of there.
Dark Horse- George Harrison
What an awesome bizarre song. I’ve been really getting into Harrison’s solo career. Honestly I think he’s the best rounded song writer out of The Beatles when considering their individual works following the band. When you listen to his solo shit it really becomes clear how important his melodic influence on guitar was. This is a perfect example of that.
HAD A GREAT TIME ON MEMORIAL DAY AT OLD SWEDES CHURCH AT FRONT AND CHRISTIAN. Awesome show…probably the last gig for a while…gonna be hittin’ the studio with Philly local Zack Seawall. Looking forward to the process, stay tuned for a fresh demo in the next month or so. Until this…ill inform everyone of open mics i might be doin’
Just moved to 12th n Snyder! Prolly havin’ a house warmin’ show! COME ON DOWN.
Fuck bath salts yo…this miami zombie shit is skeezin’ me out.
Wakka Wakka, all. Been a minute. I learned this song on guitar, fun to play, fun to sing. Couldn’t ever sing it like her though, god damn that women has some formidable pipes.
SO. Memorial Day. What yall doin? Oh yeah? Checkin’ out ol’ swedes. i’ll be playing with a plethora of local singersongwriter acts as well as be drankin’ mad bur. Check it out on Facebook
Bout to move! Gonna be settin’ up a studio at the new spot…also stay tuned for info on basement shows down souf.
have a great day!
So….last night I went to probably the most interesting event I have ever been to in Philadelphia.
Behold…The Squidling Bros…a traveling sideshow made up of performers (& freaks) from Philly and NYC. It was held at the Ellen Powell Tiberino Museum (38th & Hamilton) in West Philly. The museum itself is decorated with ocd-esk wood carving of people upon people, frozen in moments of either complete agony or bliss. The Sideshow took place in the courtyard of these whimsical carvings. All of the sets surrounded a tiki bar which offered VERY reasonably priced drinks. You would travel back and fourth in between different settings which mimicked Vaudevillian styles of the late 1800s. Within the sideshow were an array of freaks including Lunchbox (a large bald man who took ALOT of shit…including staples to the chest…and balls), Jelly (who was the rambling narrator of the troupe & a sword swallower), and Betty Boomers (who swallowed fire and looked sexy as hell doin’ it). There was also a fantastic band that consisted of a trumpet, upright bass, drums, accordion, and booming female vocals.
I was fuckin’ blown away by this experience and they’re doing it again (with new material) the second friday of next month.
I’ll post a reminder about it…you really can’t miss it.
Tomorrow I have a lot of shit to talk about…addiction…music…. and an upcoming memorial day festival that I will be playing at with a few new accompaniments.
Happy mother’s day. My mom is awesome, but all of the mom’s that came into my job today suck and are loaded with plastic surgery disasters. Have a great night!
daaamn. One of the great innovators of children’s storytelling. Way to prepare us for a strange, yet beautiful, broken reality. RIP
The New York Times is reporting that Where the Wild Things Are author Maurice Sendak has died, so all I want to do this morning is watch “Pierre,” his delightful collaboration with Carole King.
In the words of Maurice Sendak on Fresh Air, “Live your Life. Live your Life. Live your Life.”
SCHOOL WILL BE OVER IN TWO HOURS! WE’RE SET FREE!
Ima be honest….this band….specifically this album is pretty awesome. Beach House is REALLY spacey, all of the songs are basically in the same time signature, but to give it some credence, it works as an album. Each song is definitely melody driven, which I suppose is something I can relate to. When I first heard Beach House, at Sabrina’s (the place I work), I was kind of skeptical…but I can’t tell you how powerful teen dream can get. if you’re lookin’ for some honest passion with very thematic guitar riffs/synth dreams…this is a damn good album. I don’t give a fuck if you think GG Allin is more important than John Lennon…I think you can appreciate this album.
CHARLES “THE GNARLES” DRUEDING
Weekend of soreness.
Spent Friday & Saturday at Pratt Institute in Brooklyn…and yea it was fuckin’ wild. The apartments are bangin’ up there…but the prices are frightening. That being said, even though paying $12 dollars for a pack on cigarettes is incredibly drawlin’ I got over it quick cause of how fast the kids up there move. There were times where I’d be walking my pace and kids would be lookin’ back at me like I was old as shit. Anyway…didn’t see the SUPER MOON on saturday night, due to overcast, but I think we properly celebrated my boy’s bday, Karl Marx’s bday, as well as honored all of the crazy shit that was goin’ on in space that night.
played in a spring training game for the men’s baseball league I just joined…gettin’ a jersey with my name on it! Fuck yea. That shit was awesome and my farmer’s tan is grand and glowing as I type these words. People should click on the link and check the league out…it might be too late to sign up at this point, but inform yoself for next year. yessir.
BACK TO THE GRIND…but not before I see Roy Halladay at 7:05 tonight!