tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228822712011-08-21T08:27:52.114-04:00this blog brought to you by the letter 3Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.comBlogger1511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-24679805109464812062008-03-01T15:33:00.007-05:002008-03-01T17:20:11.100-05:00

Last Sunday found me back home in NYC. For the time being. Not really grounded; I am quite free to leave at the slightest whim, so I tell myself. But while the wanderlust may not be totally sated, sometimes even the biggest travel bugs find appeal in staying in one place for a good three month stretch. That doesn't at all mean, however, that future adventures aren't already in the works: Possibly

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Way back in the day, in a land far, far away, I dwelt in this institution known to us from the States as High School. I refer here to my final year, and specifically to my fourth year of German class. One of our largest year-end projects was to divvy up into groups and make movies. As with such open ended, little-to-do-with-the-class-at-hand types of projects, our group went above and beyond and

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After years of wondering what this city was all about, here I am. I arrived yesterday in the early afternoon after a less-than-two hour, 200 km/hr train ride from Hamburg. The weather was just as mid-winter-miserable as in Hamburg the day before, but that didn't stop me from doing a bit of walk-around. And on the positive side, the drizzle and fog in the air made for some very dramatic lighting

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Yes, continuing with the trend of general disregard for proper temporal placement, we're now back in London, exactly one week ago. At the beginning of my day of trekking about the city, I stopped at an ATM (or "cash point" for the sake of regional preferences) and withdrew £80, thinking, "Well, if I really squeeze this, I might just be able to make it last until I leave on Thursday." Sure thing..

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Good morning and happy weekending to all! As it's a hair past noon here, a tiny part of me actually misses the familiar sounds of Jonathan Schwartz's self-indulgent voice and song choices which err a bit on the side of treacle. But I'm quite happy here with Sam Cooke's Night Beat instead, and thoroughly appreciate the irony that it was on Schwartz's Saturday Show where I first heard a track from

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The happiest of happy Valentine's Days to everyone who might be reading this today. Despite the fact that cynicism on this special day won't grow old until long after I do, I shall endeavor for one time to steer clear of it. I can guarantee you though, nothing says V-Day quite like traveling, especially the part where you sit in an airport for a couple hours 'cause your flight has been delayed.

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As I settled into my seat on Sunday evening for the short EasyJet hop over to London, the series of usual announcements blurred with other ambient noises of an aircraft in pre-flight preparation. I took pause at one: "We'd like to remind you that this is a non-smoking flight." Sure, of course it is. But that led me to wonder, are there any flights in this world nowadays which actually do permit

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An international airport at end of day Sunday can be one hell of a lonely place. Though architecturally curvy and modern and semi-fascinating, you could've heard a pin drop at good old Fuhlsbüttel as I sat at the bar, its solo patron, and tossed back one last pils before launching off to London. I wouldn't claim that I every really enjoy airports at any time, but there's an optimal density of

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Appending the posting a couple titles down, it appears that shortening up my first name makes all the difference. Nope, no letters from massage therapists or Sing Sing prison guards, I got slots one, three, and four. Mine, all mine!! How do ya like THEM apples? Thanks to those who who have worked however unintentionally to make this happen. Now I gotta just slap a lil' SEO up on this mofo and get

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My sources in New York have told me that there've been a smattering of 60+°(F) days recently. Or maybe one or two. Today may have reached 60º here in Hamburg, but I can guarantee that it beat the pants off any 60° February day in New York. Indeed, Central Park on the oddball warm winter day is a sight to behold, but it can't contend with the Alster, which I decided to circumnavigate this

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Editor's note: written Saturday, published today.After having completed one full week in Germany, I have to thank The Wire (Season 2), The Impressions, Sam Cooke, Jackie Wilson, and Thich Nhat Hanh for keeping my head centered and providing me with the resilience and enthusiasm to approach the challenges of a foreign, non-English-speaking land. Those and a whole lot of exercise. Ok, and The

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We all do it, right? Type our name into The Google and see what comes up — or, more accurately, see if our relevant web presences pop up ahead of other web presences connected to those lesser beings who happen to share a first and last name. And they are numerous, these others... Just minutes ago, I did a self-googleage for the shits and giggles of seeing what floated to the surface (in a mere

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How is it that the human species has evolved to such a fascinating level of complexity, be it mechanical, chemical, or electrical, yet it's still possible for us to bite our own lips when chewing? And then, why, when you do it once, are you probably doomed to do it two or three times more before the damn thing heals? I want my money back. Seriously.

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Yes Jon, it's definitely blog-worthy. Fo' sho.Posting owed. Substantial posting owed. No worries, all in good time. In short: I survived seven days of drinking nothing by lemonade (ok, and a little orange juice and/or beetcarrotceleryginger juice near the end, but that's it!) and feel substantially better because of it. Food has never tasted so good, or it hasn't tasted so good since the last

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While Christmasing in Michigan, I remember hearing a bit on NPR which announced that the blog count on this illustrious inter-compy wunder-web had reached 100 million, with 100,000 new ones being created daily. So welcome (back) to 0.000001% of the blogosphere. It's different here. Really.An aside of the article: "...most are read by only the writer and his mother." I hope this is not the case

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A friend of mine told me recently that both getting less than six or more than ten hours of sleep on a regular basis can have an adverse effect on one's health. As this particular friend has completed medical school is currently doing his second year of residency, I trust him implicitly on such matters. This came to mind as I marveled at the bleariness of my eyeballs today as a result of having

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And just like that, the largest stash of 45-rpm singles known to YT has been thoroughly sealed off, safe from human eyes and mitts for what could be years. Knowing the imminence, I arrived at The Thing around 1:00 on Tuesday afternoon for one last feverish round of dusty-fingered digging, only to find that the southern-most hallway had already been plugged with easily a couple hundred crates of

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Why is it that seemly no one working behind a coffee bar truly understands what "just the tiniest drip of milk" means? I learned quickly that a simple "yes" just doesn't work for someone who believes a coffee is best enjoyed one fractional shade away from black: barely enough milk to cut the flavor of straight coffee, yet not enough to actually taste milky. "Just a little" doesn't work either,

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Well, as of a few days ago, I thought that my next posting would be a mildly excited consideration of the fireworks in London and the merits of English breakfast.But no, the rest of the tour is off, and since I have a sublettor in my apartment until the end of November, why not tear around Europe for a while?? So during the last few hours, I've booked myself a flight to Lisbon (easy enough), and

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Again, I find myself blessed with free internet, and this time in a pub. The last few lines of the previous post have, after a minimal amount of digging, inspired me to devote an entire post to the topic of solar noon altitudes. Is it really that fascinating? I think so. I've never been in a place where the angle of such altitude was so minimal, and the lack of full-on daylight is a little

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Since I appear to have been lucky enough to find an open network at this here Manchester Starbucks, I figured it would be as good a time as any for a ramble through the blog-o-sphere, especially on an unexpected day off. Seems that Starbucks all over the UK have deemed autumn the season for Charles Mingus, Joni Mitchell, and Miles Davis. Of the latter, I've heard quite a bit off of Kind Of Blue

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Continuing the previously established trend of net recycling:Are there more, you ask? Naturally! A whole series, in fact, all done by YouTuber StSanders. Nothing else has inspired such a degree of collective laughter within our band. Also particularly enjoyable: Eddie Van Halen, and especially his treatment of Jake E. Lee. Attention to Ozzy is pretty great.Apparently someone did one with Chick

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Blah blah apologies for not writing in a while blah blah blah. What's the use? It won't magically manifest over a month's worth of unwritten postings, so it's best we all just accept it."We," of course, being me and the three or four other people out there who either have an RSS feed hooked up or obsessively check for new postings every couple hours or so. Sigh. I would love to have one of those

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Without a text from a fellow Greenpointer yesterday, I may have forgotten the significance of this weekend, that it marks my completion of four years as a New York City dweller. Never mind that I've been away for the majority of the last year, or that I celebrate this anniversary from the back of the bus on a seven-hour drive to Atlanta, it's all about where the rent check goes. I left Ann Arbor,

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Here we go again, it's another exciting travel day, time for another episode of Blogging from the Bus! Where it's AT. It's exceptionally flat here in central Florida. Not that I expected the Rockies or anything, but maybe a little more hill-and-dale action. We managed to escape the rat's mouth before getting swallowed up and are now motoring on towards Tampa, where we have our last show in

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A week ago, I wrote notes for a posting entitled "What Do You Do With A Day Off In..." which would compare days off in both Cleveland and Manchester (New Hampshire). Since then, we've done two shows in Canada and one in Atlantic City, and now we're on the bus heading up to Boston. How time flies.But it was a good idea for a posting, I would say, and so I'll knock out an abbreviated version for

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What can I say about Allentown? I think the picture aptly describes the last couple days. Had to be black and white. There was one record store that looked promising, a little more than a mile away from the hotel. After walking there in the sticky, disgusting heat of yesterday, I discovered that it wasn't open on Mondays, and only opened at 1 on Tuesday. Given our leave-time of 2 this afternoon,

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After being back in the city for a stretch, we're back in the land of "Can I help who's next?", which in this case means Syracuse, NY, but probably applies to most of the country. I walked into the Bruegger's Bagels on campus this morning and it smacked me right off. Now, I'm not anywhere near to bearing the badge of the Grammar Police, but that one just hurts, and it's everywhere. How about

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You know you've made it when you've had a bobble-head doll created in your image:Ok, so it was probably made by one of these companies, and they were made at the request of the boss, but gadammit, I have my own freakin' BOBBLE-HEAD! Match THAT!! *We arrived in Buffalo, NY last night. Our hotel is right downtown, which in some cities would mean being right in the middle of the action, but in this

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A couple weeks off, and we're back at it. After two sold-out shows at the Madison Square Garden Theater, we found ourselves yesterday in Saratoga Springs, NY. The town is nice enough, and the beautiful, 75-and-sunny weather (sans city humidity and nastiness!) has only helped my impression of it, though it does have a certain sterility and homogeneity that comes about when any municipality is

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During:After:You can view a short video of storm footage here. I have never seen a hailstorm quite like this one, especially at the beginning of July. 30 minutes previous, we were sitting out in the garden behind the shop from which the video and pictures were taken. As the first raindrops came down, I had suggested that we should endure the storm from underneath an umbrella. My idea was quickly

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-27242566091899480882007-06-28T20:14:00.000-04:002007-06-28T20:55:51.014-04:00

Pow! Bristol 1, rest of England 0:Best pale ale I've had in England. Not the strongest, but pleasantly hopped, well balanced, and potent enough to put a little hair on the chest. Flyin' high after running five miles and drinking a couple of these... would love to bring a crate back with me.What else rocks? This story on NPR!! Thanks to Ben for bringing it to my attention. It's all about a summer

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I've uncovered a truth about Amsterdam, which is that the drugs here really don't have much of an effect, it's actually all about the unusual physical phenomena manifest within the city, such as the contortionist buildings above. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me yesterday to document the river of beetles, men covered engulfed in flames, or bleeding clock tower.Our overnight drive

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It's almost 3:30 in the morning, and we're a few hours into our drive from Basel to Amsterdam, a 10 hour adventure if I am correct. In an unprecedented move, we're making the drive overnight right after the gig instead of doing it during the following day. Why one would rather have a full day off in Amsterdam instead of spending it in a bus I can only wonder, but I'm sure it'll be a good time for

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I walking through a department store here in Frankfurt yesterday looking for a linen shirt when I heard a familiar voice singing these lyrics:Oh God I am the American dreamBut now I smell like VaselineAn' I'm a miserable sonofabitchAm I a boy or a lady... I don't know whichAfter a moment of shock and disbelief, I realized that yes, one of Frank Zappa's most well-known irreverent songs, "Bobby

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I've come to the realization that the number one sonic indication of being in Europe is the siren, the one with two repeating tones about a fourth apart. Sure, there are the language variations, but once you get a bunch of people talking at once, it sounds pretty much the same wherever you are. But if you're sitting on a rooftop, taking in the ambient runoff, it all comes down to the sirens.We're

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My ever-perceptive sister suggested that having a picture of a condom truck at the top of the page for more than a week might be a little tacky. I'm inclined to agree. And thus, here's my first view of Frankfurt the moment I stepped off the bus yesterday:At first glance, the city provides a contrast to the quaint Bavarian-ness of the old city in Munich, near which we were posted for several days

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Many thanks to Aspen for her fabulous on-the-fly mobi-cam handling. Were I always so quick on the draw:I mean, how often do you pass a giant semi filled with rubbers? Especially such happy rubbers at that!

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Nach Denmark, haben wir endlich in Deutschland angekommen! And I'm finding that my German isn't as bad as I thought it might be. Thus far, I've had plenty of opportunities to test it out, such as the first one shown below:These are t-shirts on a rack at a gas station just across the border from Denmark. The one on top needs no explanation, but the one on the bottom may not be immediately evident

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Editor's note: I began this backstage before the show at Sweden Rock and don't feel like altering the narrative to conform to temporal sensibility. Complaints can be directed to my assistant.Oh Sweden, what a lovely country thus far. I can see why Northern Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota proved comfortable places to land for those who decided to flee the homeland years ago. We're only here for

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Today's show at the Sweden Rock Festival probably wins the prize for most people I've played for in one sitting (or standing, as is more accurate). It's a bit of a rush, looking out onto a sea of 40 or 50 thousand people, Swedish or otherwise:I have been loving our stay in Copenhagen and wouldn't mind staying another week, though too many nights like last one would leave me pretty shattered. Oh,

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If I've learned anything about the Danes thus far it's that they're not too fond of absolute claims.We've only been here since about 8:00 last night, though, and with difficulty getting to sleep I only got out of bed an hour ago, so I don't think I've learned all that much about anything yet. There's still enough afternoon to salvage for a walk-around, perhaps I'll dig up some interesting bits to

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Fine, so it's not night as I write this, but that's just not how the song goes. Ignore the further discrepancies that I am not in Georgia, neither am I hovering by my suitcase, trying to find a warm place to spend the night — thankfully so. But I do feel like it's raining all over this world. Or at least in Ireland.Raining, though, seems to be one of the things this city does particularly well,

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Hello my loyal bloggites. Almost one moon has passed since last I posted on anything of significance, this I know. And for this I apologize. But most of the time I was home in Brooklyn, and was frankly a little too lazy to post. Besides, who wants to hear about waking up late, taking a leisurely walk to the coffee shop, reading a book, making dinner, having drinks, etc.? Rather mundane, wouldn't

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Jon says this is better without subtitles, and he may be right.The humorous value of the following is directly proportional to your music-dork factor, but even the most basic knowledge of Thelonious Monk is enough to elicit a hearty chuckle. Shorter than the first, too!And yes, for those of you keeping score, that was pianist/organist Larry Goldings in the starring role (err, only role). It's

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Ever had a strange, inexplicable urge to hear your favorite Worsworth poems in rap, and performed by a life-size squirrel MC nonetheless? Well, my lovelies, it is for reasons such as this that you keep on coming back to dishere blog. Wait no longer, and enjoy this rendition of I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by MC Nuts.This spectacular remake appears courtesy of Cumbria Tourism (UK) in promotion of

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Captured in shady mobi-cam quality, the notice posted on the doors of the Hard Rock venue on the Universal Citywalk regarding our canceled Sunday performance. This seems to capture the theme of late, as the boss-man's illness hasn't allowed us to do a full show since Hershey, PA, well over a week ago. Although all cancellations have been necessary, it's not a great feeling when a show is called

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-79932820006076127852007-04-06T04:48:00.000-04:002007-04-06T04:50:31.017-04:00

Sure, wipes are great, but what aren't they telling me down at the front desk?Of course I'm taking them with me.

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Well, at this point, it's gonna be a little more like 10 days or thereabouts. Apologies if anyone has been traumatized by the lack of postings in the last few days. What can I say? Sometimes you just need a break. Anyway, I figure the best approach here is the picture-and-comment method. I've taken a bunch, and it'll be easier than trying to narrate a thread throughout it all. And what better way

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More people in the band have started to do video documentation of the tour as things proceed. Paul's tech, Grady, has been shooting a series of short videos, calling it Roadie Cam. John and Paul have then been editing the raw materials into 2-minute segments, such as the following:Others can be found on YouTube...

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I was quite happy to have spent the last couple nights in a hotel where it finally seemed that someone had taken an interest in good design. Most hotel rooms start to blend together after a while, so when one stands out in moderately original hipness without losing the livable feel, I take time to appreciate. I threw up a fly-through vid on YouTube if anyone's really interested. Several of the

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Perhaps the most disturbing element of turn-down service experienced thus far is this: Really? Philadelphia, I expected better of you! Only a hair more class than the legendary quarter-fueled vibrating bed.Ooh, we're having an "emergency condition" here in the hotel... Guess I should sign off while I stay calm and await further instructions. More tomorrow.

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Though having wireless on the bus is a groovy thing indeed, it can be maddening when the bits trickle through the pipe slower than than treacle through a drinking straw. Of course, I suppose one should be happy with a rate of 1 byte/second whilst motoring through the Catskills between Syracuse and Philly...Our hotel in Syracuse sat right on the edge of campus, steps away from one of those

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Were a "You know you're a rock star when..." list to be assembled, few things would be added as readily as having played a concert involving significant use of flammable material. After our show in London on Sunday, I can now put one more notch in that rock star belt...Since the London show was the venue for the filming of a live DVD (which title must somehow include Live In London... Ontario),

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After several weeks of continually checking and reclaiming baggage, going through security, wondering how hard they'll have to stick the landing this time, watching portions of in-flight movies, breathing everyone else's germs, and attempting to adapt swiftly to divergent climes, we finally have our very own tour bus. As yet unnamed, she's pictured above after her maiden voyage from Toronto to

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As it goes, we had to leave Toronto just as I was starting to sniff out the good parts of town. But on the upside, we're back in Fairmont country, where the internet is free and the DND signs actually have meaning.Also on the upside, I get to leave behind what was personally the most harrowing show to date. It all started when some demon jumped into my wireless mic setup, robbing me of

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Never would I dare complain about being housed in a Four Seasons hotel, especially in downtown Toronto, but I can't claim to feel completely comfortable there either. Some aspects even go so far as to irritate through their histrionic efforts to maintain such a high standard of comfort. For someone whose ideal concept of lodgings consists of a drafty cabin with a wood-burning stove on some lake

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Many thanks to Meg Bourne for this spectacular shot, and for letting me paste it up here. I still don't think I look quite right in a football jersey, but at least the pants are pretty bad-ass!

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A number of people warned me about Winnipeg in preceding cities. "You're going where!?" "Any chance you give them to fight, they'll take it." "They'll cut you up, rob you, leave you for dead." And so on. Coming from Kelowna and Calgary, my nose smelled hyperbole. That bad? Really? Worse than anyplace I could normally find myself in Brooklyn or Manhattan?I thought it a bit portentous, then, when I

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-88751538788601510152007-03-11T01:53:00.000-05:002007-03-13T02:35:03.732-04:00

Behold ye the paragon of literal architecture and ironic nomenclature:'Bout says it all. I could've gone with Pringledome as well, but Saddledome works too.We'll get back to the subject of *.dome venues in a few, but first, a summary of the two previous cities:Whur' ta hell is Kelowna? A fine question indeed. For some reason while we were there, I had a feeling that it was north of Vancouver but

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Thank you, Air Canada, you've done it again! For the third time in two weeks, we have arrived without a full complement of luggage. I've been 50% affected; the smaller of my two bags made it, but the bigger decided to stay in Calgary another night. Thus, I'm fine if I want to go running in my plane shoes while reading Jane Jacobs, and I have a spectacular collection of button-down shirts, but all

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I snapped a bunch of pics on the plane from Edmonton to Kelowna, somewhere over the Canadian Rockies. This is my fav.Soon and very soon, my Flickr account will be replete and overflowing with such tasty morsels as that above because I just upgraded to Flikka-PRO. Hi-res, too! What it IS! Check in the next couple days, I'll put up a few sets of travels to date.

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After splitting four days between Victoria and Vancouver, we landed Saturday in Edmonton, Alberta. It finally decided to get COLD. The weather sites said it was supposed to be about 7°(F) out there, but I didn't buy it. Teens, maybe. Cold for sure. And snowy! Then I went running in it this morning. I still doubt it was 7°, but it may have been 10°. Brisk indeed. If you look closely, you may be

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At the last few shows, our esteemed musical director Kasim Sulton has been shooting video of the band and crew, editing it down, then posting the final cuts on YouTube with the name of Backstage Pass. I'll save y'all a few clicks and link them below. Enjoy!Backstage Pass, Episode 1Backstage Pass, Episode 2Backstage Pass, Episode 3For future episodes, check here, or maybe I'll feel like posting

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Before leaving for the airport Friday before last, the view out my Brooklyn window looked something like this:Upon arriving in LA on Saturday morning, the scene on the roof of our hotel looked something like this:Now, it's about a week later, and we've completed five days of rehearsals plus the first two shows of the tour. I can't say I miss the New York weather; the coldest it's been since

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Obviously a lot of people, otherwise it wouldn't be on every goddamn news channel around. But really, get on with it. It was annoying the first day...

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I have been working on the same post for almost two weeks now. It's relevancy has plummeted with each passing hour. Yet, it will be finished, dammit, if I have anything to say about it. But until that day, here's a fun picture taken yesterday on the ocean shores of Victoria, British Columbia:It seemed very Canadian to me in a way that would appear funny to those of us south of the border. It's

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A computerly-knowledgable friend of mine once told me the following in response to my declaration of the desire to learn HTML and sail into the world of wise and talented web developers: "Learning HTML is like learning to gut fish. Someone has to do it... html is a pit. A basic knowledge won't kill you. But man, that stuff sucks."Point taken, but what really stuck was the comparison. Possibly my

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In the last few minutes of the 5:00 hour of All Things Considered, the folks at NPR managed to slide in a couple features that take a rare venture into the realm of the sexually charged.First is a story about one of the growing fitness fads for China's newly wealthy women: pole dancing — or, as they call it, "steel tube dancing." (here)Second, and the real winner, is a commentary by Brooklyn 20-

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Sighted this past Saturday, parked in Williamsburg on S. 2nd between Berry and Wythe:

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Some sonnabitches are making a whole pile of cash off of common illnesses...I woke up Sunday morning with a spectacular cough and a fever. Clearly, the whiskey consumed between 12 and 4am hadn't killed that lil' flu bug off at first sign of symptoms, as I had hoped it may. When I finally rolled out of bed, the first stop was the drug store, to stock up on all those anti-illness remedies one

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For years, I avoided the one act that I knew had the potential to blow the lid off a box full of nothing but trouble: buying a record. That came to pass on January 2nd with the fateful purchase of not one but 20 LPs, all rescued from the basement of a lovely local junk shop called, appropriately, The Thing. Three weeks later, I'm sitting on 40 LPs and probably close to 350 45-RPM singles. Yes,

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YES!!! There is no "'Bout DAMN TIME!" big enough to punctuate my feeling about this first legitimate, blizzard-like snow of the season. It's been a long time comin'...If in search of a soundtrack, try track 3 of The Meters' Rejuvenation, "Just Kissed My Baby." Where it's AT.

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It is with my very own eyes — both, even — that I am currently witnessing, for the first time this season, actual, non-imagined, physically present snowflakes. I was beginning to think that winter might just give up and give way to the earliest spring ever, but she's a tenacious momma. And now, I say to ye, snowflakes of the world, go forth into the heavens and multiply like bunnies on Viagra,

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I finally succeeded in getting my sis out here to visit, and just in time for our Thanksgiving festivities, nonetheless. Score! Here she is, waiting for the JMZ in Williamsburg at the top end of our Tuesday adventures...Moments later, we jumped on the tracks and danced around madly as the train bore down upon us, then were yanked back onto the platform by several surly MTA cops, who put us in a

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The best in holiday wishes, from the late William Cooper, straight from the pages of Behold A Pale Horse (p 116):I know from my stint with the Office of Naval Intelligence that these dossiers consist of information collected about American patriots, men and women who are most likely to resist the destruction of our Constitution and the formation of the totalitarian police state under the New

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...but not a long time ago, just last week. What happened? A few things. Maybe even more. Mainly, I did a show with Meat last week, and my poor lappy entered that phase where you start to contemplate whether this might be the appropriate time to finally pull the feeding tube. Sad. But the Meat show proved to be a good time, the crowd making up for its stature in enthusiasm.This visit was my first

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Subtitle: The Thriteen Dollar Posting. Yeah. I broke down and paid $12.95 for the right to have internet access in my very own room in the Trump Taj Mahal hotel. Gad, this place sucks. But, in continuation of recent habit of spatial-temporal displacement...As you may remember from previous postings, I was in Toronto last weekend. Driving from the hotel to the airport, well into downtown Toronto,

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...and now the Senate?!? Somebody did something right!But before we get too carried away and do anything crazy like nationalize health care or throw W into the ocean, we must remember such wisdom as found in Spider Man, "With great power comes great responsiblity." Got that, Nancy? Harry?

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Perhaps not the most annoying thing in the world, but right up there with wet socks: about to hop into bed and realizing that you haven't put the clean sheets back on it quite yet.Joy.Pictures of an amazing building in Toronto coming soon, maybe later...I'm off to Atlantic City today with ML. Following will be an appearance at Mohegan Sun in the Enduring Land of Lieberman. Hopefully, I can

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Note for those who are concerned with matters of time and location: I am currently in Toronto, but the following was partially written in LA. If this is problematic for you, well, sorry. Deal with it.On this last morning in LA, I woke up fairly early (still haven't quite gotten off NYC time), kissed with the well-known symptoms of a hangover. Instead of sleeping longer, though, I figured that

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Hello people.BloggerDave™ is back.I apologize for the absence, but it has been a rather busy last month-plus, as I have been playing in the band of this man:...and touring around a bit in promotion of this soon-to-be-released album:It's been nothing but way too much fun, exciting (if sometimes strenuous) travels, and good ole unapologetic rock and roll. It's not every day that the sax player gets

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At about this time five years ago today, I was waking up to a day as beatiful as this one, also slightly chilly, but by then, a whole lot of people had already died, and it pulsed a shock wave through the entire country, around the globe. This brough with it a shroud of numbness and pain and disbelief, which, for many, still hasn't completely lifted, and may never. Five years; I don't konw it

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So, the Mr. and Mrs. Greenpoint competition ended just hours earlier. Lord only knows the outcome; I didn't compete, as was my aspiration. Too many sissy gigs and late-nite beer swills over the last month, not enough Eye Of The Tiger. Oh well, maybe next year. But, as the Indians used to say, you don't have to win to be on the poster.

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Maybe some of you were listening to All Things Considered on Tuesday around 5:50, and will be able to instantly relate to the following. If not, I highly recommend following the links and checking it out.Robert Siegel interviewed John Hodgman about his new book, The Areas Of My Expertise, and nearly fell apart on several occasions throughout. I have never heard of Hodgman specifically before this

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Hi.Yep, still here.I was walking back from the L train yesterday, up Bedford Avenue towards Greenpoint, and I passed a couple people talking about some album. The jewel that pattered my eardrums went something like this:"I mean, it was so bad, you couldn't even listen to it ironically. Not even one song!"Oh, to have a transcript of the entire conversation. Or at least the title of the

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Spotted Sunday on Bedford Avenue and North 8th:Happy Monday.

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For those of you who pine for a TGIF posting on the uplifting subject of dead bodies and their disposal in New York City, sit tight! Almost there. Unfortunately, my insistence on learning new bits of HTML has turned a 15 minute project into a two hour project, and now I gotta bolt.Would I rather stay here and sit at the compy, or go play music in the park?Hmmm...Let me think about that one on the

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The following video has circulated before, but I feel it is worth posting in this forum as both a catalyst for laughter (or befuddlement, your pick) and a reminder that we all have periods of our lives that we'd like to forget or be done with. For those of you who haven't yet become familiar with "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins" sang by none other than Leonard Nimoy, knock yourself out:

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It wasn't the fourth of July, but the fifth of August. And then it was that the most blog-worthy event of the weekend transpired.My upstairs neighbor Michelle and I were strolling through McCarren Park on Saturday around quarter after four, when we encountered a couple parks trucks and an unmarked cop car parked along the eastern path. Curious enough. Then I noticed a human-sized object covered

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You have to love a 'hood in which a situation such as the following is not only possible, but relatively normal. I headed over to Cafe Grumpy this evening to get some work done and have a cappuccino. They have, hands down, the best (and best-looking) cappuccino in the Greenpoint-Williamsburg area, and would do a great service to us all by educating other neighborhood cafes on the finer

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-1154547582051330442006-08-02T15:32:00.000-04:002006-08-03T18:59:30.843-04:00

Album of the day:Holy cats. The thermometer perched on my windowsill now reads 101.5°F. That is NOT balmy. It's hovering at 94 here inside. That is not balmy either, even with a fan blasting away. If I could take a picture of how hot it is, it may look something like this. And what's up with the 1-2-3-4Cast girl?? Doesn't she have something to say about this?It is now officially too hot to blog.

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Saturday evening. I was getting ready to head into the city, and it'd been a hot, humid summer day. I rinsed off, exchanged the sweat-soaked wifebeater for a clean, dry one, threw on a guayabera, and put on a pair of jeans.Hold up.It peaked at 90 that afternoon, and wasn't getting any more comfortable anytime soon. Sweating = natural consequence of sitting. Jeans?Earlier in the day, I'd laughed

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These appeared yesterday all over the 'punkt:Yeah, really. I think I'll give it a shot. Why the hell not? I can look like that by September 5th, no prob! (The one on the right, that is...)

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What better way to kick off a Monday morning than with a story of someone who's crazier than you are? (And, of course, some fun facts about subway shodding!)I was waiting for the 1 train last night at 86th Street, probably around 1am or so. The mental degradation of those waiting with me appeared to be in proportion to the distance they had managed to stray from the turnstiles (writer excepted,

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-1154213664601419312006-07-29T18:31:00.000-04:002006-07-30T17:24:31.513-04:00

I just passed by a young-20s, well-groomed, nu-Greenpoint couple who, it appeared, were in the process of being ticketed by two police officers for drinking beers out of brown bags while strolling along Nassau Avenue. Now, this is no strange occurrence, seeing people brown-bag it (or no-bag it) along Nassau, but they're usually old, leathery Polish men who have probably drank their body weight

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-1154154198466499452006-07-29T02:11:00.000-04:002006-07-29T03:04:11.013-04:00

...and the only one for me tonight, I can assure you.Does anyone know about this One Night of Fire event? Seems that in all likelihood, it'd be a diluted, wanky version of Burning Man, and then only reaching significant levels of fascination for those sucking on little squares of paper. Then, I may be completely wrong and it could rock. I mean, dueling brass bands? Where the hell else does that

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-1154101815973419042006-07-28T11:39:00.000-04:002006-07-28T11:54:18.990-04:00

I had a brilliant idea this morning, when I woke to the sound of an air compressor and some sort of powered metal saw, making this probably the 14th or 15th day in a row where our apartment has been subjected to some sort of construction-related noise from at least one side of the apartment. How about having four weeks during the year here in the city when construction would be prohibited? Any

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I found this lovely video a couple minutes ago while poking around on Gothamist (it was their video of the day on July 14th), for all you who buy chains to lock up your bike which are strong enough to pull a fully-loaded dump truck. Although it sets out with the purpose of illustrating the ease with which a bike can be lifted through various methods, the weightiest theme upon conclusion is the

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08403741979071645088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22882271.post-1154032538544577042006-07-27T16:09:00.000-04:002006-07-27T16:52:48.113-04:00

Oooh, that heat's creeping back again. I can feel the humidity rising after a week of relative comfort; when it reaches that point where you can feel the sweat lazing atop your cheekbones, unable to evaporate, you know it's time to tie yourself to a tree and hold on tight. Even here at Cafe Grumpy, what I thought would be a 70-degree, 20% humidity haven is no more than 5 degrees cooler than the

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