Two Goths Out In the Moonlight (Except Good)

When Brandt first pointed out to me that current tourmates Trent Reznor and Peter Murphy were going to do some radio shows performing together, I was very interested in hearing what would come out of it. These first of these shows went live yesterday and honestly, it was fucking brilliant. Peter Murphy always works well with others and Trent needs to do come collaborative things of this nature cause usually it ends up being more interesting than his own material. At the first show, they performed awesome stripped down versions of Trent's HEAD LIKE A HOLE and HURT as well as the Bauhaus classic SANITY ASSASSIN. It's just the two of them, a laptop, and some keyboards and it works like a charm. Can't wait to hear more from these two.

My future postings will be sporadic for the next week to ten days. LA beckons for a day tomorrow and then it's off to Tokyo again. Brandt is arming me with new ideas, song parts, etc to mess with in Live as all that time on the plane is prime music work time. You have any loops? Find me ;-)

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Pictures of Children

My nephew has a dog

The Rest of the Week...

My recollection of Friday was a haze. I truly have no idea what I did that day. If anyone can remind me, that would be appreciated, and I can be reached via the usual methods. Oh wait, I went record shopping with Brandt. I recall that.

I do know I spent a fun day Saturday working on the tunes with Brandt. We are chipping and chisiling away and finally beginning to make a small but necessary dent in CREATION PHASE. We just sat with guitars and bass and some beats and began the re-writing process. It's going to be a very different yet more impressive song than what it started out as. I'm excited. We also did more work on DONT DREAM JUST SCHEDULE, which I really want Ash and Charles to take a crack at as well. It's at that point. Anyhow, it was awesome playing the original T-bird again. Love it.

In the middle of all this, B took me here: http://newyork.citysearch.com/profile/41828729/ and I demand you go NOW for an awesome burger.

Then I ran back to the city for even more record shopping and then ran back to Brooklyn for The Ash BBQ. I was late, I apologize, but the tunes needed me. He knows this. It was a nice relaxed evening of lawnchairs, beers, pesto and some familiar faces, Matt and Jax being the highlight (though I was sad I missed Robin and Damon). I had a very good time, it was just the kind of night I needed after the recent chaos. And even though things were winding down by the time my late ass got there, Ash let me make a few music selections and DJ for a bit. From what I remember, I "spun" (read that as "chose off my Ipod") some Spiritualized, Ian Brown, Tubeway Army, Tears For Fears, Leandro Fresco, a few others, and of course some new Hypefactor (prompting the customary recent music discussion). All in all it was a fun evening.

Post BBQ, G and I kept it old school and went to Ray's for some slices, which was a good way to cap off the night. Then I found myself back at home listening to Kasabian's Rock In Rio gig, which had just happened and was posted online. Lotta new tracks, lotta awesome. The album is out 9/4. Can't wait.

Then Irene came home in the wee hours of the morning and we stole as much sleep as we could (3 hrs and less) to prepare for the arrival of the Baby Cute Madness, which meant we had Kruger and Link babies all in the same place at the same time. Unprecedented. And HIlarious. These kids are awesome. So smart, cute, and well behaved (I'll get the pix up soon). We had fun. Parents impress me with their ability to handle all of this stuff. it was a fun few days of museums, carousels, playgrounds and other kid friendly things. We spent a lot of time in Central Park and luckily the weather held out. We also had an epic dinner with my folks. The final night of the Kruger stay saw Irene and I on babysitting duty while they had a date night in midtown (I made them a reservation at Osteria Al Doge and they were quite pleased with that, but i think they could have gone to McDonalds and been happy to have a night to themselves). The kids were well behaved, we ate and watched Dora. Fun. Then Irene and I slept. And havent left the apartment since. But I'm going to have to again as there are vocal lessons to attend, screenings to see, blogs to write, and planes to catch as your hero is off to Tokyo again next Monday for a few days. Score.

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Twilight as Played By a Bunch of Drunk Douches

I'm sorry for the delay in writing. I had what I thought was a cool idea in which I would post an IM chat between G and I, and then later G, Lurch and I where we reviewed the evening of June 1st, which was the event known as the Twilight Singers at Irving Plaza. Sadly, I felt these IM chats didn't measure of the to the quality of You-Mer found on this blog, so I scrapped it. Also, it contained a lot of incriminating shit that could get my friends in trouble (though the talk about 80's era Ellen Barkin was kinda priceless). I blame the lack of success on hangovers and fatigue, but I will give you some of the details.

Drinks started early. The weather was shit so we were forced to stay indoors. MOGpac AND PAUL and Kevin drank at Whiskey Ward because "The Last Days Of Disco" (as I called the Lurch, G, Kidd weeknight social life) have some thing for a bartender there (a girl). Anyway, if they have beer and peanuts I'm happy and happy I was drinking at a rapid rate.

it was our intention to see Afterhours open up for Dulli, but a certain someone who is MOGpac (Not Paul), wanted Pizza. I won't say who that person is...



Anyway, of course he picks that shit Pizza place on the corner of St. Marks and Second. You know, the kind of Pizza place you intentionally avoid cause you know after living in the city for close to 15 years you know is just shit. But he lives in queens and he's had some drinks so there we were. Crap Pizza. But there was three bitches in there, obviously tourists who did not take kindly to us (and seemed defeated by the fact that they were at Crap Piza and not nearly having as much fun as us. They were probably Jersey or students). Of course we thrive in that situation, sarcasm is hurled, and eventually win the heart of the Pizza Man (who used to ply his trade in the Gold Street area). Also, there was a solitary man who laughed at all the right things (meaning anything I said) and I declared him "the Judge" Meanwhile the counter girl took a liking to non MOG-Paul, despite her knowing he was not MOGpac. He could have taken home the prize, but he is no Sweet Valley High bitch as his Dulli Virginity needed to be taken.

And boy was it taken. While this was not the level of stupidity of the 2003 Warsaw gig, I am sure there are a few people who still do not like the Mogpac AND PAUL at Dulli's gigs. Joined by Irene, and for a second Brandt and Al (I think), we popped at the start of every song, no matter what it was, and sang at the top of our lungs like true fans. He played the Whigs' 66 and that was more than enough for me. The new songs were great live, the man was on and the band was fierce. I wish I could remember more.

I went to the bathroom at the end of the main set before the encore. As I went in, the kidd was coming out. We exchanged 'see you upstairs pal" and a hug and well, we never saw him again. Seriously.

Dulli came back and played an encore that included another Whigs song and then that was it. Awesome set, right? Not for Dan Hamill! An hour and 20 minute set is UNACCEPTABLE and my friend of 27 years lost his fucking shit and went insane screaming because the set was under 2 hours. We literally had to drag him out of Irving. He then proceeded to Ric Flair chop Paul in the sickest way known to man. When I tried to stop him, he then chopped me. the God of War returned for that one moment. I have not seen this level of violence from this man outside of a backyard in my life.

After sedating him, we finally got the Kidd on the phone, who proceeded to tell me "I'm in Astoria" and was in bed. Undaunted but after much arguing we ended up somewhere in the Alcholoic Playground for a short drink. I think it was called Annex. Paul talked to a girl that he liked and Lurch held hands with a girl who had STD's. Luckily, Paul clued him in on that (not sure how he knows) and earned Irene's respect at the same time.

Then we passed out. I think. I literally remember nothing from Friday. This is the short version of the events. Possibly not all accurate and I'm sure I am missing some. OH! Mighty Fine, that fucking cocksucker, came on for a few numbers. I hate him so much, but I love seeing him with Dulli because I need something to yell at. I also failed to mention that Dulli is LARGE. that is all.

FYI, this man, as told to me by the Kidd, is NOT MOGpac: