Monday, January 31, 2005
VIC
My new drummer is a private investigator and carries a gun in his bass drum...
My new drummer is a private investigator and carries a gun in his bass drum...
Friday, January 28, 2005
STATIC 99
One more update...Static 99 should be up and playing very soon...
I already have been rehearsing with Craig, the bass player and we're going to Vic's practice space tomorrow (he plays drums) and really loves the music...we're going to jam out there tomorrow...hopefully, we'll be able to nail down a lead guitarist very soon (I have a couple of candidates)...I have a gig on the 25th of February down at the Kibitz again...if the band is tight by then, I may have them play...otherwise, I'll just do another solo show and have them play at the next one...
Get ready...We have a ton of songs...and STATIC 99 IS COMING!!!!
One more update...Static 99 should be up and playing very soon...
I already have been rehearsing with Craig, the bass player and we're going to Vic's practice space tomorrow (he plays drums) and really loves the music...we're going to jam out there tomorrow...hopefully, we'll be able to nail down a lead guitarist very soon (I have a couple of candidates)...I have a gig on the 25th of February down at the Kibitz again...if the band is tight by then, I may have them play...otherwise, I'll just do another solo show and have them play at the next one...
Get ready...We have a ton of songs...and STATIC 99 IS COMING!!!!
UPDATE
So, we are very close to finding Clint. We have a garage in Van Nuys...Carter's Auto...
Mr. Carter is really down with the story and really thinks this is the right Clint. We gave him a description and he's pretty sure this is the guy.
He said, "Clint is not a very common name around here...especially for a young man. And one that is from out of town."
He really wants this to be the right Clint...so do we...he told us to call back at the beginning of next week and Clint should be in...he comes in every once in awhile to fix cars at this garage but fixes cars around the Van Nuys/North Hollywood area...
Oh, Mr. Carter, I hope you're right...
But here's just one more song...this is going to be a good one
LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
Cold night...early Novemember
His car broke down...now, I'll never be the same
He looked me up and down with that smile
My feet said, "keep walking," my heart shouted, "Wait!" WAIT!
Across the street, he tracked me with his eyes
Across the city, he burns me with his fire
Blind-sided
I didn't see him coming
I didn't see him coming
I...pretend that we could be apart
But I know why...that just won't work
I'm in too far...
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE STOLE MY HEART...NOW, I WANT SOMETHING OF HIS
IT'S LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
LET'S GO TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD TODAY
Brown hair...long jacket
So cool...with those piercing dark eyes
The calloused hands of a master mechanic
My feet kept walking...my heart screaming "Why?" WHY?
Six weeks later and I am still haunted
I want to go back and set this all right
Oh, I can't recover...oh, I need your number
Oh, come be my lover
Why did I falter around you?
Why did I falter around you?
And I...will search the city to it's end
Let's get mobilized...we can't give up
We can't give in...
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE STOLE MY HEART...NOW, I NEED SOMETHING OF HIS
IT'S LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
LET'S GO TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD TODAY
Don't give up...no way!
Don't give in...no way!
Don't give up
No way, no way, no way no way...
I don't know why...his car broke down on my street
I walked on by...but we'll meet again
One day, you'll see...
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE STOLE MY HEART...NOW, I NEED SOMETHING OF HIS
IT'S LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD...LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE TOOK MY HEART...NOW, I'LL TAKE SOMETHING OF HIS
LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
LET'S GO TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD TODAY...
Lost in North Hollywood today
He stole my heart...and now I'll steal his
Lost in North Hollywood
Let's go to North Hollywood today...
So, we are very close to finding Clint. We have a garage in Van Nuys...Carter's Auto...
Mr. Carter is really down with the story and really thinks this is the right Clint. We gave him a description and he's pretty sure this is the guy.
He said, "Clint is not a very common name around here...especially for a young man. And one that is from out of town."
He really wants this to be the right Clint...so do we...he told us to call back at the beginning of next week and Clint should be in...he comes in every once in awhile to fix cars at this garage but fixes cars around the Van Nuys/North Hollywood area...
Oh, Mr. Carter, I hope you're right...
But here's just one more song...this is going to be a good one
LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
Cold night...early Novemember
His car broke down...now, I'll never be the same
He looked me up and down with that smile
My feet said, "keep walking," my heart shouted, "Wait!" WAIT!
Across the street, he tracked me with his eyes
Across the city, he burns me with his fire
Blind-sided
I didn't see him coming
I didn't see him coming
I...pretend that we could be apart
But I know why...that just won't work
I'm in too far...
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE STOLE MY HEART...NOW, I WANT SOMETHING OF HIS
IT'S LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
LET'S GO TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD TODAY
Brown hair...long jacket
So cool...with those piercing dark eyes
The calloused hands of a master mechanic
My feet kept walking...my heart screaming "Why?" WHY?
Six weeks later and I am still haunted
I want to go back and set this all right
Oh, I can't recover...oh, I need your number
Oh, come be my lover
Why did I falter around you?
Why did I falter around you?
And I...will search the city to it's end
Let's get mobilized...we can't give up
We can't give in...
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE STOLE MY HEART...NOW, I NEED SOMETHING OF HIS
IT'S LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
LET'S GO TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD TODAY
Don't give up...no way!
Don't give in...no way!
Don't give up
No way, no way, no way no way...
I don't know why...his car broke down on my street
I walked on by...but we'll meet again
One day, you'll see...
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE STOLE MY HEART...NOW, I NEED SOMETHING OF HIS
IT'S LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD...LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
THAT I'M CRAZY TO BELIEVE THIS
HE TOOK MY HEART...NOW, I'LL TAKE SOMETHING OF HIS
LOST IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD
LET'S GO TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD TODAY...
Lost in North Hollywood today
He stole my heart...and now I'll steal his
Lost in North Hollywood
Let's go to North Hollywood today...
Friday, January 21, 2005
I'LL BE BACK SOON...
Like in the next few days, I mean...
Sorry, god, I've been really bad at blogging lately...
You see, the thing about it is...we are on this gypsy hunt to find Clint, the Romany wiccan mechanic from Tennessee...we believe we are very close and may have tracked him down to a small automotive shop in Van Nuys...if this is the correct Clint, he is an apprentice there and doesn't work at the shop all that often, but Carter, the owner, has taken down my name and number and is especially amused by this story...in fact, most people seem to really enjoy hearing about it...we were at Starbucks the other day making calls to mechanics in North Hollywood and one guy asked us if we were on a scavenger hunt...we told him no and told him the story, and he really seemed to dig it...he really wanted us to find Clint...I do too...
This hunt is all-consuming, making it difficult for us to work on anything else, including blogging...
And frankly, I really don't have any news right now that seems all that important in light of the Clint situation...(except for the fact that we have one guy banned from the bar where I perform...long story to be blogged later when I can actually concentrate on something else)...
Rachel and Beth are working on the Clint case right now, as we speak...
We must get mobilized and find that gypsy...nothing will make sense until we do...
Like in the next few days, I mean...
Sorry, god, I've been really bad at blogging lately...
You see, the thing about it is...we are on this gypsy hunt to find Clint, the Romany wiccan mechanic from Tennessee...we believe we are very close and may have tracked him down to a small automotive shop in Van Nuys...if this is the correct Clint, he is an apprentice there and doesn't work at the shop all that often, but Carter, the owner, has taken down my name and number and is especially amused by this story...in fact, most people seem to really enjoy hearing about it...we were at Starbucks the other day making calls to mechanics in North Hollywood and one guy asked us if we were on a scavenger hunt...we told him no and told him the story, and he really seemed to dig it...he really wanted us to find Clint...I do too...
This hunt is all-consuming, making it difficult for us to work on anything else, including blogging...
And frankly, I really don't have any news right now that seems all that important in light of the Clint situation...(except for the fact that we have one guy banned from the bar where I perform...long story to be blogged later when I can actually concentrate on something else)...
Rachel and Beth are working on the Clint case right now, as we speak...
We must get mobilized and find that gypsy...nothing will make sense until we do...
Thursday, January 06, 2005
A HUNDRED BOYS MAKE FOR LOADS OF FUN...
Bar Sinister on Saturday night...loads of fun...no, seriously, it was if you could get past all of the bullshit first...
To start off the night, there were the two guys who grabbed me on the way out for a cigarette. One was decently cute...in a kind of girlie-druggie way (though he was wearing a pair of white nikes, making him look like a roadie and making me wonder how he got in to a goth club in the first place)...But then they started talking...one told me that I looked like I might be from India...though, he didn't think so because "Indian is my favorite food and I should know..."
He claimed to be named after Mt. Brandon, Ireland's highest point...he was also just stinking drunk...
We were able to get away from them, but in the meantime, Beth ran into "Little Masoko" outside, a 5-foot Asian man, who asked her if she was there alone. When she told him, "no, I'm looking for my friend," he replied, "OK. Thank you." and walked away.
There was Angelo, the 5' 5" Italian married man who had already hit on Beth a few months ago at the same club, who came up to her again...he stopped dead in his tracks and exclaimed, "I know you from somewhere!!" She said, "I know, you're married!!" He then walked away.
There was Siddartha, who came up to Beth and said, "I am mesmerized by your beauty." He then bought her a drink and said, "Marry me." When she said, "I don't believe in marriage," he replied, "I don't either. We are perfect for each other, then!"
Later in the evening, he came back up to her and said, "Have you read the book "My, Antonia"?" When she said, no...he said, "Well, it reminds me of you..."
There was Bradon, who told Beth that she had the "perfect" look for his band's music video...
And then there was the "perfect" guy I talked to for about an hour that night...just great...going well...had the look and the personality...until the end of the night when I find out not only is he 22, but he doesn't even live here...he goes to school in Las Vegas...
Somebody, find me that gypsy, or at least a suitable girlie-druggie to take his place for now...because as you can see, we're not having much luck here...
Bar Sinister on Saturday night...loads of fun...no, seriously, it was if you could get past all of the bullshit first...
To start off the night, there were the two guys who grabbed me on the way out for a cigarette. One was decently cute...in a kind of girlie-druggie way (though he was wearing a pair of white nikes, making him look like a roadie and making me wonder how he got in to a goth club in the first place)...But then they started talking...one told me that I looked like I might be from India...though, he didn't think so because "Indian is my favorite food and I should know..."
He claimed to be named after Mt. Brandon, Ireland's highest point...he was also just stinking drunk...
We were able to get away from them, but in the meantime, Beth ran into "Little Masoko" outside, a 5-foot Asian man, who asked her if she was there alone. When she told him, "no, I'm looking for my friend," he replied, "OK. Thank you." and walked away.
There was Angelo, the 5' 5" Italian married man who had already hit on Beth a few months ago at the same club, who came up to her again...he stopped dead in his tracks and exclaimed, "I know you from somewhere!!" She said, "I know, you're married!!" He then walked away.
There was Siddartha, who came up to Beth and said, "I am mesmerized by your beauty." He then bought her a drink and said, "Marry me." When she said, "I don't believe in marriage," he replied, "I don't either. We are perfect for each other, then!"
Later in the evening, he came back up to her and said, "Have you read the book "My, Antonia"?" When she said, no...he said, "Well, it reminds me of you..."
There was Bradon, who told Beth that she had the "perfect" look for his band's music video...
And then there was the "perfect" guy I talked to for about an hour that night...just great...going well...had the look and the personality...until the end of the night when I find out not only is he 22, but he doesn't even live here...he goes to school in Las Vegas...
Somebody, find me that gypsy, or at least a suitable girlie-druggie to take his place for now...because as you can see, we're not having much luck here...
