Classified Rock Part 2 : Calling Mr. Kelly
Posted on May 29, 2003 at 7:29 am | No Comments
Responses to my bandmate-search classified ad on craigslist keep coming in, and if this latest one isn’t Chris funnin’ with me, then it’s one heck of a coincidence. This just arrived in my inbox…
“I’ve been playing keys since I was 8. My first band was a blues/hard rock band, and my second band was a Classic Rock fusion band. I’m down to rock out on some keys and sometimes pull out the cherry red KeyTar and pretend like I’m in an 80s hair rock band!”
Y’see, Mr. K’s love of the KeyTar (or rather, the GuiBoard) is limitless. And cherry red? Perfect. C’mon, Chris… confess. I know you dream of this…
Amie’s right… if I do this again, I’m going to need to write a better ad… namecheck some bands I like to narrow down the responses. The signal to noise ratio is pretty high right now. Still, makes for some good readin’.
Back in Bahston / Big Ups to the B-day Boy
Posted on May 27, 2003 at 9:50 pm | No Comments
We’re home safe n’ sound after a three day trip down to Long Guyland for a ritzy wedding and a spontaneous trip to the Bronx Zoo.
Highlight? I got to stare face to face at a super-cute, incredibly expressive tiny baby gorilla, with just a thin sheet o’ plexiglass between us.
Lowlight? I then got to watch that very same baby gorilla reach into it’s butt, pull out a nice, soft handful of his own poo, and shove it in it’s mouth.
From ultra-adorable to totally disgusting in ten seconds flat. Gotta be a new record. Think it doesn’t get any grosser than that? Oh, but it does. He then smeared a feces-covered finger across the glass, resulting in a nice brown shite-streak. Sorry, no pictures of that special moment to share. I was too busy almost hurling.
Guaranteed poo-free pictures later on, after I decompress from the drive.
On an entirely different note… Happy Freakin’ Birthday, Mr. Carlin!. I’m not gonna say what number b-day it is, ‘cuz it makes me feel old. If I was half as cool at that age as Jason is now… well, I woulda been maybe twice as cool as I actually was. (oh, do the math.) Aw, ain’t nuthin’ but a number, right?
Hope the day was a good one, Jason, and that the celebratory dinner was a fine, fine time. Sorry we couldn’t make it back for it …
Awright, I need to unpack and get some sleep. Actually, maybe the unpacking can wait…