It’s 5AM. I just got back from the studio. The Spinoza CD is done. It has 12 Joy Division songs from the tribute shows last fall, given the total treatment.
Come to the party tonight and listen to me perform this stuff live in the basement with a distorted bass and drum machine. The Hold will be playing as well. Bands will start at 7:30PM to get the noise over with early. After that it’ll be drinking and dancing and the usual mayhem. I haven’t had a chance to invite people personally, so consider this your personal invitation. BYOB.
I can’t believe a whole week went by without me mentioning on my blog that the show at the Seahorse last Saturday was absolutely stellar. I have some video portraits of The Hold that I’ll post when I’m not falling asleep. In the meantime… if you’ve seen that other website of mine [ya pervert] you might remember that crystal penis award I got. Wellll isn’t it funny how well the words “Crystal” and “penis” go together…
Crystal sure seems to enjoy having a noodle of her very own. So I’m sure she will be pleased to hear that a few of us were having breakfast at the Vienna one morning and we decided to make her an honourary man.
Crystal drinks and drinks, she spits beer, she plays in a hardcore band, she burps really loud… obviously she knows how to work that yarn noodle… so we have bestowed a very high honour upon her. We have made her an honourary man.
Raise a toast to Crystal; we like her, so we made her an honourary man.
~ Apparently Mark Black told some people that I was going to be performing tonight as A/V. We can forgive Mark for making this error, since he has a reading disability and a learning disability, plus dyslexia and Tourette’s.
Also, the guy who reads the Internet to him is slightly retarded.
~ Gerry, I heard a rumour you were going to skip the party because some guy you don’t like is going to be here. Gerry, the many outweigh the one. Gerry, the mind is stronger than the body. Gerry, come to the party and we’ll make you an honourary man too. Gerry, that old TV you left here, come help us burn it in the backyard with kerosene.
And then shoot some people, like the demented Vietnam veteran you are.
~ P.S. “Three five oh one two five GO!!!”
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. mike Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
This will never stop getting funnier and more embarrassing as time goes on.