The Brambles

I once had a zine. It was called Pet Set. I used lots of clip art, and the writing was bad. Like this blog, but worse.

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(via preretirementnerves)

Someone has taken the Americans with Disabilities Act one step too far.

Who wants to start a band with me?

Some years ago, I played keyboards for Gary Young (i.e., former Pavement drummer)¹ at two or three shows. It was fun. I got to play a Noise Pop show.

However, Gary could never stand the noise my keys made, so I was constantly advised to turn down the volume. Eventually, the volume reached zero.

The guitarist at the time, Terry Blank, was the one who had talked Gary into letting me in the band in the first place, and he was conflicted about my milli vanilli status. He knew Gary mustn’t be distracted, because he was on the edge of the ledge as it was, but he felt guilty that I was up on stage playing phantom keys.

So he began brainstorming another role for me in the band. He knew I wrote. What did I think about going on stage with an overhead projector and writing stuff during the show? I said no thanks and quit the band.

Sometimes I think I missed my chance to start a trend in rock music.

Everybody give it up for Jeff McCrory, on the overhead projector, shredding the shit out of that outline…the crowd goes crazy!

If only I had Type Writin’ Beats back then, I might have been a contender.

“Dimmi, dimmi se mai fu fatta cosa alcuna.” That’s gonna be my epitaph.

Me: loser & old.