A Day in the Life

UPDATE

I haven't heard anything from that piece of shit who was trying to rip me off via email. Here is GW's "Let's Get Divorced." Fucking great!



I just got back from the Fair, the fair, the unforgettable fair this afternoon. Check this out:

The carny couldn't guess what month I was birthed, so I won a sickening airbrush rendering of what I guess is every famous rapper from the past 20 years or so. I really don't know. What I do know is that it's framed and completely bad-ass.

The fair is such a wonderful place to really look around and say to yourself, "wow, what a bunch of redbirds." I was looking to purchase a diamond studded cross or belt buckle , but I blew all my grip on deep fried butter. I did win a couple of goldfish at the ping pong ball toss. I'm sure they will live a very long time. The high lite of the day was the fake freak show. The posters outside promise the fattest man in the world and the tallest women in the world, but all you get when you walk in are fake artifacts in plastic boxes, stories from the National Enquirer which have been blown up, and a really nasty smell. Oh, and a mysterious aluminum bucket with mucus green standing water in it. Who the fuck knows what was in there? There was a goat. A sad, pissed off, hungry goat with an extra horn. It was only a dollar , so I guess it was money well spent. I did run out screaming "oh my God! Holy Shit! Do not go in there! in front of a group of school children. They didn't even have to pay and got a real freak show.

I am an insufferable pussy when it comes to riding the scary rides, so I strapped into the "Cliff Hanger." Very hardcore.

Regrets: Dave Matthews Band

This is funny. Thanks Drew!

The Great Outdoors

Every evening this week Ken Burns' mini-series on PBS, "The National Parks - America's Best Idea" has given me a sweet reminder of just how stunningly beautiful this country is - and hopefully always will be. It documents the pioneers who, instead of destroying the natural beauty of the west, did everything possible to protect it. The discovery and eventual protection of natural wonders from the Rocky Mountains and Pueblo dwellings of Colorado, the hot springs and geysers in what is now Yellowstone National Park, to the mighty Redwoods of California (and much much more) is beautifully presented in 30 to 50 year increments. The mini-series also tells of the federal government’s idiotic attitude toward the protection of wilderness back then, and how damaging tourism became later. It is a remarkable series and I think every American should be required to watch it.


I can testify to how moronic tourists can be. Believe it or not I lived and worked in the Del Norte Redwoods in Northern California. My job was to show visitors the most spectacular trails that would lead them to the biggest and most majestic old-growth Redwoods throughout the park. Sadly, a large percentage of the tourists had one question, and one question only (which I quickly grew to despise): "Where is that big ole tree you can driiiive a car through?!"





If they appeared and acted extra tacky and uninterested in seeing the hundreds of treasures right under their noses, I would happily direct them to the famous tree - which is actually dead because some ass cut a whole in it to make a couple of bucks.





Anyway, spending an extended period of time amongst these ancient giants had a profound effect on me and the way I look at things. I hope everyone gets a chance to see them up close. If not, at least watch the Ken Burns documentary

Rip Off artist Kamah Romeo

Every once and a while I receive an email which is clearly a complete scam probably coming out of Nigeria or some other impoverished country where things like this are common practice. The sad thing is senior citizens or vulnerable and lonely Americans fall for this shit and lose their life savings all the time. So, I've decided to see how long I can keep this fucker on my hook. My code name is Cleo Mcdowell and the dirt bomb rip off artist is lady Kamah Romeo. I hope this lasts a long time and I can get this person or persons in some kind of trouble. Enjoy!

I am miss kamah,

I saw your contact , and i was deeply moved.I think that you are a very
interesting person.So I decided to use the chance to get to know you.i dont think that the age appearance is so important. The most important is what is inside you and how do you feel about the life.
I know this life from many sides and I am rather mature already to know how to make a man happy.I think we should use every chance to find our
happiness. and I am contacting you for obvious reason which you will
understand.

i am sending this mail just to know if this email address is OK,reply me so that i will send my photo and more details to you,and i have a very important thing to tell you, i still hope for your reply,

have a pleasant day,


miss kamah, Well yah! U sound kewl. Everything in your email is like totaly the way I feel!

I look forward to you writing back. I'm very lonely and I don't know what to do sometimes because I have so much money$ and I don't know what to do with it.

Thanks,
Cleo Mcdowell

Thanks for reaching out!



Hello Dear,

How are you today ?,I know this mail will not come to you as a surprise since we have not had a previous correspondence, please bear with me.i will really like to have a good relationship with you, and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you,

I decided to contact you because of the urgency of my situation here in the Refugee camp. and after reading your mail to me i decided to let you no who I'm,I am Miss Kamah R. Horton 25 years old girl from Liberia, the daughter of Late Hon. Romeo Horton who was the founder and former president of Liberia's first indigenous bank, the Bank of Liberia (BOL). He was a dedicated public servant, rising from Assistant Economic Adviser to President W.V.S. Tubman to become the first Secretary of Commerce, Industry and Labor. ,


My father was died on Tuesday, Dec. 13, 2005, in his 83rd year, at the Abington Hospital in Abington, Pennsylvania. I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment that I'm receiving from my step mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father and she have being seceding in taking some.Mean while I wanted to escape to the Europe but she hide away my international passport and other valuable traveling documents.


Luckily she did not discover where I kept my fathers File which contains important documents that notified of my father Deposition in my name . So I decided to run to the refugee campseeking asylumUnited Nations High Commission for the Refugee herein Dakar, Republic of Senegal. I wish to contact you personally for a long term business relationship and investment assistance in your Country,

My father of blessed memory deposited the sum of US $6, 700, 000.00 (Six million Seven Hundred USD), with security vault company with my name as the next of kin. But meanwhile you should not allow any other person to know about the contents of the deposition as cash since my late father did not disclose the contents of the deposit to anybody,

however, I shall forward you with all the necessary documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the clearing of the fund and transfer it to your position for investment .As you will help me in an investment, and i will like to complete my studies, as i was in my 1st year in the university,when the crisis started. It is my intention to compensate you with 10% of the total money for your services and the balance shall be my investment capital. This is the reason why I decided to contact you.

Please all communications should be through this email address only for confidential purposes. As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I will put things into action immediately.

In the light of the above, I shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and willingness to handle this transaction sincerely. you can not call me on phone because i have no phone here but if you will like to speak to me on phone i will arrange with some one who will give me a phone number in the camp. it is the Reverend priest Number here in the camp, call and tell him that you want to speak with me,he will sent for me because i am staying at the female hostel. Awaiting your urgent and positive response. Please do keep this only to your self please i beg you not to disclose it till i come over once the fund has been transferred. try to check attached massage is my picture
Yours
mis kamah


Oh my Gosh! I'm so sorry to hear about this. It sure sounds like a good deal for me. I can help you with your problem and make money. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. Golly , I hope I can help you get what is rightfully yours. you remind me of Cinderella and you are just being treated so badly like she was by her mean and nasty sisters. I am very interested!

Thanks for choosing me to help you!

Cleo Mcdowell

Buenos Tardes .

I haven't updated indoorsy lately as i have been out of commission. Hopefully I will be back for a steady period of time. This email explains a little bit:

In the past few months I have been through the ringer as far as my health goes. The cancer in my bones and the treatments attached have left me with a rather unpleasant malady called Avascular Necrosis or AVN. (careful googling AVN - that also stands for adult video network.) The pain has been awful, but at least we know what it is and how to treat it with the right medication and therapy. Most importantly it is NOT cancer. My MRI's, bone scan, and PET scan all came back clean and cold. I was convinced the cancer was back for a third battle so this news was absolutley monumental. I've never been as worried as I was going into these tests. Sweet relief. Thank God.




The thoughts, prayers, good vibes, "how are yous?", visits, gifts, inquires, and everything else from every one of you was, is, and always will be the fire under my ass that keeps me playing what can best be described as an unpleasant, frightening, drawn-out game of Wack-A-Mole.

My family has been right here with me every step of the way. I am so incredibly lucky to have the support, assistance, and love they provide. Also, my girl friend (Jamie) deserves a Nobel prize for her incomparable positivity, help, and patience.

I look forward to rejoining the normal world as soon as I am able.

Best always,

Dan

Eleanor The Tour Whore

My Last Doughnut Choice

The ever elusive ingenious twosome that is Steely Dan graced the Triangle with their presence last week at the impressive Durham Performing Arts Center - or the DPAC if you’re into the whole brevity thing. Most of you know that Steely Dan isn’t a guy you can talk to or ask for an autograph. It’s actually an ever-changing cadre of incredible musicians handpicked (or should I say cherry picked ) by Walter Becker and Donald Fagan, the founders and wizards behind the curtain of the whole operation. I assume everyone knows that, but someone the other day did ask me “what does he look like?”



I was undoubtedly one of the youngest Steely fans in the room, proving that “all those day glow freaks who used to paint their face have joined the human race.” The entire venue was packed with couples from their mid- forties through to their sixties who left behind their Blackberries and thoughts of the suffering economy to hear The Dan perform hits such as “Reeling in the Years,” “Peg,” and “Hey Nineteen.”



Fortunately, everyone in attendance got plenty more than they thought for their dollar. Throughout the show Becker and Fagan drew from a well stirred cocktail of songs dusted off from late 70’s albums “Aja”, and “Katie Lied” with a few others from 1981’s “Gaucho” (not to mention a fan favorite “Kid Charlemagne” from 1976’s “The Royal Scam.”) The romantic and sinister “Babylon Sisters” was a crowd pleaser, to say the very least. Fagan handed over the mic to Becker to handle vocals for a rousing rendition of “Daddy Don’t Live in that New York City No More.”



Each tune was plain perfect and only made incredibly more vibrant by the five-piece horn section, John Herrington covering rhythm and some scorching lead guitar work. The siren like back up singers swung their arms in harmony just like their soul-sister vocals. Donald Fagan hunched over his keyboard, standing occasionally to rock the not often seen or heard instrument--the Meldodica--while Walter Becker ripped through each song on guitar with quicksilver perfection, joking with the crowd about the landscape of our great state, verifying that these real deals had a sense of humor and humanity.



In a live setting Steely Dan is a dispensary of jazz, rock, funk and some things in between. Within the lyrics of all Steely albums Becker and Fagan create an alternate universe of late nights, beautiful women, classy affairs and shady activities. It may not be for everyone, but if you look beyond the accusations that Steely Dan is nothing but elevator music, you will find a forbidden city of musical gold and literary brilliance matched by no one else in the world of music. Who else put out albums throughout the 1970’s, steadily winning Grammy awards and other accolades, and then abruptly stopping in 1980 with a multi-Grammy winning record (Gaucho) - only to return some twenty odd years later with a new album (Two Against Nature) which sweeps the Grammy Awards? Steely Dan.



To try and sum up what Steely is all about I’ll take a line from Gaucho’s “Time out of Mind” (which they played early in the show): “It’s perfection and grace. It’s the smile on your face.”



-Dan Reeves

Breakfast

Austin City Limits Music Festival

Friend and Indoorsy corespondent Brad Mullins gave us a taste of his experience at this years festivities.





“I listen to bands that don’t exist yet.” That’s what that guy’s t-shirt said, said Drew. He looked exactly like the comic book store owner from the Simpsons….exaclty. But, instead of his shirt saying ‘worst show ever’ it said ‘I listen to bands that don’t exist yet.’
We were making our way up to the as close as we’re willing to get without smelling the person in front of you spot for the MGMT’s Saturday afternoon set when this guy passed us and Drew relayed the t-shirt message. I searched around for about 30 seconds laughing my ass off and hoping to catch a glimpse of this guy but he had long disappeared into the crowd of 14-24 year old girls in cowboy boots, board shorts/hippy skirts, bikini tops and whatever outrageous pair of sunglasses of the day blended best with their pink and blonde highlights. Feeling pretty cool in my Ween tour 2004 t-shirt I realized that it wasn’t quite the armor at a music festival it once was. In the crowd of tween, teen and beyond MGMT fans, Ween might as well be the grateful dead and I might as well be an undercover cop asking if anybody has any dope for sale.

This is possibly my favorite moment of the Austin experience. The moment before someone I’ve never seen but have been wanting very much to see for awhile takes the stage. After 7 years of coming here and striking the perfect blend of seeing artists I’ve always seen and always loved, artists I’ve never seen but always loved, artists I’ve just heard and am kind of curious about, and the artists that don’t exist yet—at least, not in my own consciousness—not until the moment I pass by their set and stop and stare and listen; this ladder momentous occurrence by the way has resulted in the immediate purchase of records in the past upon my return to Raleigh of; Blonde Redhead, Andrew Bird, Ghostland Observatory, Stars, The Long Winters, and even the Shins (from SXSW in like 2001 well before Natalie Portman made it cool for the rest of the world to like them)------yes, I’ll be ordering my “I listen to bands that don’t exist yet” t-shirt off the internet after I finish this review.

For now, file the MGMT under ‘artists I’ve just heard and am kind of curious about.’ I had never seen them, but I had been wearing their record out in my car all summer. “Time to Pretend” just might be the best thing lyrically I’ve heard from the under 25 set all year and I don’t care how proud everybody is of how funky Jim James got on Evil Urges this year, no single bleeds more Prince meets Parliament Funkadelic d.n.a. like “Electric Feel.”
Drew had seen the MGMT twice in D.C. this summer and said they weren’t all that, in fact I could tell that he kind of wished we were standing on the opposite side of the park waiting for Spiritualized to come on instead. But again, I had not seen them and loved their mostly electronic record and this is a major part of why I come to ACL--to finally see this kind of band. With expectations low, I have to say that they impressed us……both. Even Drew said they had a much more full sound and when the 20k plus crowd was head-bobbing in unison to flying confetti we devilishly-smilingly agreed that they had overcome that dastardly little problem a lot of these new bands have with converting a mostly electronic record to an actual badass live sound with actual musicians playing actual instruments and the vocals and the everything magically coming together.

Unfortunately, for this year at ACL that was really the only band I can think of that provided the experience that had not existed yet…………except, for Byrne, but to a lesser degree as Byrne has been existing deep in my consciousness for over 20 years now. What year was ‘Stop Making Sense?” 1984?
O.K., I was a kid in 1984 and MTV was my window to the world outside of my elementary school and soccer practice limited reality and that crazy guy in the big suit was my Guide to that world. However, I had never seen him live and my short list was about to get a giant check. I was expecting the slower string section Byrne of recent DVD’s and tour reviews with about 25% talking heads songs. Instead, I got “Stop Making Sense” 2008 with more like 45% heads songs and Byrne only playing acoustic for I think one tune which was choreographed with office chairs on wheels that he and his band spun around in. The band was also all decked out all in white. And there were five or six people who were on stage just to dance the only David Byrne could choreograph dance routines. He was strong as ever vocally and on guitar and his band, especially back up vocalists were as tight as it ever was. Highlights; cross-eyed and painless, life during wartime, once in a lifetime, and every solo Byrne song he played. I could go on forever about how amazing Byrne was, but, I ain’t got time for that now.

We saw M Ward at the festival on Friday too with full band, but more on that later.

We went to Emo’s for an after party Friday night and saw Wax Fang, Dead Confederate and the Heartless Bastards. Wax Fang does more for the power trio since the Jimi Hendrix Experience and the Heartless Bastards are just plain good. Dead Confederate I had never heard before nor heard of and if I had just heard their name I would not have gone. You would think they were a Drive By Truckers tribute band based on that name, but their sound actually owes all its admiration to early 90’s seattle grunge. Think Mother Love Bone fronted by Kurt Cobain. I would even go so far as to point all casting directors for future Hollywood biopics about Cobain to a Dead Confederate show to watch this guy who fronts them sing and play and well, pose. Not to disparage their music; which is actually quite good. To all the people out there crying over the demise of grunge and pissing on all those creed, fuel, alter bridge, p.o.d., puddle of mudd, etc. ad nauseum c.d.’s and wondering where it all went wrong for grunge after taking the commercial turn of stupid melodied crunch guitars and Eddie Vedder impersonators, you can dry your eyes on Dead Confederate. Again, mother love bone meets nirvana. ‘nuff said. Enjoy, grunge fans.

*I suppose you could classify dead confederate as one of those bands that don’t exist yet for me, but since I’m not running out to buy their record, I don’t think of them that way.

Saturday was kind of a blur. Interesting highlights would have been CSS and Man Man, two bands that are definitely doing their own thing based on other obscure things from the 1980’s, and they are respective things that I can only tolerate for about 20 minutes at a time.

CSS, young French girls raised on Go-gos and Sugarcubes who really can sing and play and make the kids have a good time.

Man Man, a band that has dedicated their entire sound to the Tom Waits record Rain Dogs. Seriously. Go listen. Tell me that isn’t a fair assessment.

Erykah Badu was a nice mid afternoon breeze and she and her back up singers just kind of patted me on the back and told me that everything was going to be o.k…..which is nice, even though I didn’t hear “Tyrone.”

The MGMT was Saturday too, as were the Black Keys who were dirtysicknasty, but I’m looking more forward to seeing them in a juke joint like Disco Rodeo this weekend where that kind of dirtysicknasty guitar sound belongs.

But, Saturday night the badassness was brought most bodaciously by Beck. Looking like desire era Dylan, he walked out with a more stripped down band than I’d ever seen with him wearing a floppy hat and long long hair he drew the slide down the strings for a long awaited ‘loser.’ Unlike the Brooklyn gig I saw from him 4 years ago, he played well. His band was solid and not trying to do too much experimental dumb shit (see the years beck and his band spent about 20 minutes mid gig to play tea pots and dishes on a dining room table in the middle of the stage). This weekend’s gig was more like the Odelay tour with Beck knowing that the audience came to groove and love and admire. Groove to ‘devils haircut,’ ‘where it’s at,’ ‘guero,’ ‘girl’ and love and long to ‘golden age’ and my personal favorite, ‘Lost Cause.’ He pretty much played the best three songs off all his records as any mature artist should for a festival crowd. Oh, then he turned around and played ‘leopard skin pillbox hat’ and told us all ‘that was a song by Mr. Bob Dylan’ before saying thanks and walking off stage to go back to wherever it is that the crazy little geniuses go when they aren’t making records in whatever genre they feel like.

Sundays are blissful exhaustion at this festival. You’ve essentially been standing and walking for 60 hours--at the park during the day and in bars and venues at night and you’ve stretched your body and your bladder to its extreme with beer and the fear of missing something on stage and the general awkwardness of leaving your spot and heading through the crowd for the bathroom. You’ve also been eating a lot of tex mex and barbeque and sleeping very little. This is the Sunday that three years ago I somehow managed to cut my head open on a porta-john during a Flaming Lips set to find myself loaded on percocet at the Austin hospital where a very nice female doctor was stapling the top of my head back together when my little schedule said I should have been watching Ween round out the Sunday afternoon time slot instead. In other words, On the third and final day of the festival you are exhausted and sore beyond belief, your body is worn out and your brain is not really functioning clearly, but it’s a blissful kind of tired nonetheless.

So, we slept late. Did some shopping at waterloo records and headed out late afternoon to the fest. We only wanted to see three bands that day. Okkervil River, The Raconteurs, and band of horses, but we surprisingly were handed Gillian Welch and David Rawlings with a special appearance by Allsion Krauss. We also saw Stars and Neko Case who were all fine and dandy before heading over to see the Okkervill River guys.

I love Okkervil River records. “The stage names,” the record they released last year I listened to over and over, but these guys did not deliver live. Their sound was thin and weak. It kills me the same way that other great band from Austin who makes great records but sounds weak and thin live kills me….Spoon. I don’t get it. It pisses me off. These bands are like that beautiful girl at the bar that says really cool and interesting things so you take her home only to find out that she can’t kiss worth a damn. It’s crazy, and I just don’t get it. How does a band that makes such great records suck so much ass live? And furthermore, how is it that both bands are from Austin, the LIVE music capital of the world? The city that has the only festival I go to because I know this town has the best sound men in the country and by far the most appreciative audience because every single bar on every single street has a frickin stage for frickin bands to play on every frickin night of the week. How the hell do the two bands who I think are making the best records out of Austin have the thinnest sound on stage? Sorry to all the diehard Spoon and Okkervil river fans, but your bands can’t kiss worth a damn.

On the other hand, The Raconteurs make some of the best straight ahead rock records since led zeppelin and they proved to me once again that they kick out the jams on stage like they’re the MC5. Jack White apparently woke up that morning with doctors telling him he had a ‘disc in the wrong place’ in his back and he factored the blues he felt over this news into at least three songs which was impressive in it’s bluesman virtuosity but kind of weird to be an audience member wondering if he should be out there on stage peeling the leaves off the trees with his wailing and guitar banshee screaming if he had a physical medical problem of any level of seriousness.

Anyway, they ripped. I’ll go see the Raconteurs any place, any time. There’s nothing out there in rock’n’roll land that even comes close. Their drummer is the jack white of drums, their bass player is rock solid, Brendan Benson is more like Simon and Simon to Jack White’s Simon and Garfunckle…….if you know what I mean.?..........they’re both like Paul Simon in terms of talent. There isn’t a Garfunckle to be found amongst the Raconteurs, he’s busy playing drums for the white stripes.
I kid Meg because I love her and I will never know how well she kisses.

Two years ago I returned from the ’06 festival with a head full of staples and stories of bands I had just seen when you and Drew told me to shut up because y’all had just seen the two best artists coming up that weekend here in the triangle at the Cat’s Cradle. One of those bands was Band of Horses, the other was M Ward. That weekend two years ago, you and Drew saw Band of horses with about 50 other people at the cat’s cradle and last Sunday night Drew and I saw them with about Thirty Thousand people at the ACL festival. They played after the Raconteurs, at night. The music business, it’s crazy. I can’t tell you anything about BOH that you don’t already know because you and I have seen them plenty over the past two years. So, they were great and just as blown away by all the attention as we were. You probably know this, but they tour with two other guitar players now which makes for a much fuller BOH live sound. Oh, and they played two new songs that sounded very promising.

That did it for the festival and on to our final nighttime show at la zona rosa for M Ward, Jenny Lewis, and Conor Oberst. I’ll never understand why M Ward isn’t at the top of a bill like that, but I’m glad he came out first because I was tired. He did about 6 songs by himself and then was joined by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings for a handful of songs off Transistor Radio which I could easily imagine Gillian and David doing backflips over into a bathtub in some farmhouse just outside of Nashville. Those transistor radio songs are what that couple is all about. It occurred to me that Rawlings and M Ward are probably the most interesting acoustic players of their age group and I felt like watching the two of them play together was really something special. Not to mention the vocal blend of the two of them with Gillian.

It also occurred to me that M Ward’s material is mostly about looking at death as an appreciation of life and life as an appreciation of death. Death of relationships, death of the heart, what the heart wants, death of a passion for living and just plain death in general delivered in a manner that somehow forces the listener to appreciate both life and death. I think that’s why he always wears a hat when he performs. He keeps the bill low over his eyes so you can’t really see what he feels about his songs. Not cryptic, but complex. Not agonizing, but wry and funny. Like life. Like his guitar playing style. And like his old man’s song at the end of Chinese Translation.

It should be noted here that M Ward was the only artist I saw twice this weekend and he is also the artist I listened to all day in and out of airports and airplanes on my way back to Raleigh on Monday. I sort of rediscovered him as if he had not existed before, even though I’ve been listening to his records now for two years. Ever since you and Drew went to see him and you told me he was a genius.

Anyway, he is a genius.

Jenny Lewis was as hot as I thought she’d be, and she sounded really good.

Conor, thank god is clearly trying to move away from that bright eyes thing and be more of a it’s about the music and not my persona artist, but let’s face it, for someone like me, after seeing M Ward at eleven o’clock on the Sunday night of that three day marathon I wasn’t really paying attention to anything but how quickly I could get my ass back to the hotel and into bed.

What's the deal with Devo?

Seriously, It's alright

This reminds of elementary school:

Moving Midway

Moving Midway is a Documentary made by distinguished film critic Godfrey Cheshire. The film documents the actual picking up and moving of an old plantation home to a different location in order to make way for a new highway and shopping center. You would think it's the familiar tale of man versus urban sprawl. Not this time. During the move, Cheshire discovers many of his relatives from the days of slavery, and when having sexual relations with a slave was not uncommon. It is a fascinating story with unforgettable characters, all humorous and authentic. The film also teaches a valuable lesson about the Holllywood perception of life in the south (think Gone With the Wind / Birth of a Nation,) and the way things actually were.

Here is some good press about Moving Midway from The New York Times.

The Film will be playing at the Rialto Theater here in Raleigh starting Mid September. Go See it.

ELECTRIC JAZZ SHOW W/ MAURICE

One of the technicians who worked on me last month turned out to be quite a bad ass when it comes to knowing what's up with Electric Jazz, Jazz Fusion, and any other Jazz related music for that matter. His name is Maurice and he is cooler than the other side of the pillow. Not only is he one hell of a Radiation technician, he is also a wealth of information in the music department.

Check out his show (if you are in the triangle) Sunday nights at 9:00 PM on 88.9 FM. He plays tunes that will get your feet tapping for sure. The best thing about the show is when Maurice plays something you've never heard of in your entire life and it completely blows you away; and away to the record store you go. Let's just say the man knows exactly what he's doing. Also, I couldn't have asked for a cooler technician to get me through radiation. Thanks Maurice!

Tune in Sunday nights WSHA 88.9 FM @ 9:00

Here is a little Tony Williams featuring Carlos Santana (Williams plays drums)- something Maurice introduced me to.




Or check out "The Electric Jazz Show" with Maurice online HERE

It Rubs the Lotion on its Skin / Update

Folks,

I have already had 3 treatments of chemotherapy and all I have to bitch about is the fact that I am really tired most of the time. No hair has fallen out, and I haven't started a Barf 'o Rama , Davie "Lard Ass" Hogan style. So, please folks, keep the good vibes, thoughts and prayers coming in this direction. God knows I need it.

OH and, Put the fucking lotion in the fucking basket!

Beaver Boys

Slighty Different Direction

I will now be using "INDOOSRY" as a journal of sorts to document the ups and downs of my coming adventures through the bleek, and let's hope mildy entertaining and inspirational world of my battle with cancer.

I will, at the same time try my best to maintain the current status as amusing and interesting with other content such as music reviews, film reviews, detailed accounts of altercations with people I find to be less than odious, and so on. Wish me Luck!

Email from Deaner

If anyone reading this knows me and what is going on with me , you will really understand the magnificence of this email.

hey dan, this mickey (dean) from ween. your buddy ed sent me an email and told me that you've been sick for awhile now but that you're a fighter and are still in great spirits and humor. i just wanted to drop you a "get well soon" and just say hello. apparently we've met before, hungover at a gas station in the middle of texas. i hope that you stay in positive spirits and that we can say hello sometime in person. hats off to you brother, hang in there and fuck tha police.

sincerely,

mickey

SPAGETT!