Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Crazy Exes from Hell

We are now on Bandcamp. At http://thecrazyexesfromhell.bandcamp.com, you can hear the entirety of our new EP, Keep Your Stupid Moon, for free, and you can download it for $5.

Alternatively, you could come to our show at Midway Cafe next Thursday, April 7th, and buy a hard copy, also hear us play the whole thing plus some other songs.

More shows to come, I'm pretty sure.

Monday, March 21, 2011

NAP

NAP is a new and classy-looking literary magazine, the latest (second) issue of which features five of my poems. And guess who else's poems? Howie Good's.

Howie Good is like the moon; it looks like he's following me, but really it's just that you can see him from anywhere.

Friday, March 18, 2011

The Crazy Exes from Hell

Kirsten Opstad and I are officially a band. We are The Crazy Exes from Hell. We are both the lead singer and we sing songs about hating each other because we love each other.

We're working on a six-track EP that should be done within a month or so, but in the meantime you can hear us by coming to Midway Cafe in Jamaica Plain on Thursday, April 7th. More band news is sure to come.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Network Awesome

Network Awesome is a TV channel on the internet, devoted to all things vintage. They have a magazine now, in which you'll find an essay I wrote about Harold and Maude and Quadrophenia. As you can imagine, it has mostly to do with driving automobiles off of cliffs.

Since I ended this essay with a suggestion that it is a good idea to deactivate your Facebook page, I decided to deactivate my Facebook page.

As I see it, the greatest trick to living in the internet age is to avoid looking like a hypocrite even though everything you have ever done can be Googled.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Marnie Stern

Last night I went Upstairs at Middle East to get my face melted off by Marnie Stern, and my face got melted off, but I couldn't help but feel like I was the only one.

People don't dance much at rock shows I guess. It reminds me of when I was 13 and my father took me to see Oasis and the Black Crowes at the Oakdale Theatre. The Tour of Brotherly Love, they called it. Two just over-the-hill British bands mostly there to pay tribute to much further over-the-hill British bands. "They say Rock n' Roll is dead," a worn-out Chris Robinson said to an auditorium full of middle-aged men crossing their arms and nodding their heads. "Looks like some of you got blood on your hands." Ungrateful, yes. Those men did each pay about $50 to stand there. And what did he expect? "Rock n' Roll" doesn't charge $50 on Ticketmaster. It's a thing that happens at a bar with a half-broken PA and wristbands and plastic cups of cheap beer getting spilled all over a floorful of people who haven't given up on sex yet. At the very least, the crowd is younger.

But actually, it looks like standing around looking bored is hip among the youth. Still. As far as I can tell, we've moved from ironic 80's fashion to semi-ironic 90's fashion at some point but the attitude is pretty much the same.

I have three words: come on, people. Kurt Cobain has been dead for longer than most college kids have been alive. Marnie Stern makes exhuberant, violent, balls-out guitar music, shreds like a beast to block-rocking beats, and at the high point of the evening I counted myself one among maybe fifteen people who were moving more than their heads and their cell phone thumbs. There had to be a hundred people in there.

I'm listening to Marnie Stern's new album now. There should have been a mosh pit. Save my soul, why was there no mosh pit?

Were they shy? I'm shy to the point of eye contact being a chore. Awkward about their bodies? I flinch whenever it looks like somebody might touch my shoulder. Did they have dark pasts that made them jaded and unwilling to show love for anyone or anything again, even music? Hey, I've been hurt before. When a beat rocks my block, I still move my body.

That's not me being a hero; that's me doing what feels good. Is doing what feels good "over"? You can be disaffected and still dance. The Goths did it. The Punks did it. Shit, the Mods did it like they were getting paid for it. We suck. Let's get our asses back in the game.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Ramshackle Review

A prose poem I wrote on tour called "There There Now, Bus Buddy" appears in the latest issue of Ramshackle Review, as do four poems and an interview from the unstoppable Howie Good. Seriously, that guy's work is everywhere these days, and if you ask me, it's easy to see why. Check out this e-chapbook of his on Gold Wake Press.