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| AGE |
[Feb. 5th, 2008|11:00 am] |
It's less then a month until I turn 40. I never really planned on this or certainly not much past it.
I pictured my life differently and now I'm looking at the progression of time marching forward and I feel like I should be stopping or at least changing the pace.
If I have to complain it's not going to be about my wife ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) duckydoo, family or friends. This is an area for which I feel purely blessed, in love and proud. These people are champions each in their own right.
My constant dreams are about regretting quiting smoking, missing my late dog Otis and longing for a time when I only did music. One does not need to be Freud to understand that I am simply not happy with a certain portion of my life. These are all major issues, these are the kind of things that are what's left when I am alone.
If I could do anything it would be to radically change my life to open up these doors but I feel that this is all a fraction of my past so I am hoping to come up with a new life that will not worry my wife, disturb our happy home BUT make me feel like I've already seen and done pretty much what I wanted to. |
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| record dealers |
[Jan. 27th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
I think it's totally fine if you are browsing records and you get aggressive because some dealer pretends to mistake your pile as available for the taking. I also think if you discover 12 hours later that he actually did successfully get at least one thing of yours without you noticing you have ever right and reason to whoop his ass next time you see him.
When you buy at a spot where you are the only person who isn't a dealer you deal with some really weird people. Nothing is about passion or music, it's all dollars and what not. I can hang with it just because the records still end up in a fan's hand BUT I can't hang with someone trying to pull some shit and even more so if they did get me.
I don't take being duped well. I need to public humiliate the fucker and take his shit so he will never show up at that spot again.
My wife worries that I still have too much psycho in me. |
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| How do I hate you |
[Dec. 5th, 2007|08:33 pm] |
It's funny to be that the following text was the last thing I wrote but didn't post:
Fucking oil based paint in the hallways with no ventilation.
Every year Ducky asks what we should give our super as a tip and I say a punch in the face.
Dept. of buildings? Fuck you!
"Your case information will be available in 45 days"
-that's about how long it takes for the oil paint to dry.
I'm usually unaffected by toxic shit.
Blanket covering the front door.
Nausea, headache, sore throat.
I'd love to punish someone.
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Clearly I was in about the same mood I am in today.
I am stuck in a tail spin of fucking anger and hatred that probably started with something meaningless and just kept snowballing to the point where the thing was so big and filled with bile all I could do was try and keep it from rolling over the few who do not deserve my unwavering murderous contempt.
Ahhh.. PERFECT TIMING!
The Clash's version of Pressure Drop just popped on in the background, another perfect corporate anthem.
I fucking loath the world and find it amazing that even the weakest frailest shit can get under my finger nails when I start pissing blood. Someone hand me a hammer and a sack of bones and I'll play you a song. |
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| let's lynch the lardlord |
[Sep. 15th, 2007|09:45 am] |
Fucking oil based paint in the hallways with no ventilation.
Every year Ducky asks what we should give our super as a tip and I say a punch in the face.
Dept. of buildings? Fuck you!
"Your case information will be available in 45 days"
-that's about how long it takes for the oil paint to dry.
I'm usually unaffected by toxic shit.
Blanket covering the front door.
Nausea, headache, sore throat.
I'd love to punish someone. |
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| August 9th |
[Aug. 9th, 2007|05:41 pm] |
Not only is today both my mom and my good friend Lauren's B-day BUT it's also the anniversary of Jerry Garcia's death.
Great day to every one and God bless the cripples |
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[Aug. 4th, 2007|09:44 pm] |
We tried to see The Simpsons movie tonight but were totally twarted. Thank goodness I did go to the Kwiki Mart in Time Square two weeks ago and took some photos.
I'm here at home drinking Okochim porter and debating doing my nails.. Such is the life of the Punk Rock Star. -I guess it would sound cooler if I had mentioned my ex-stripper wife in some manner but fuck, y'all know that shit anyway and I'm too old to even need to prove my Pimpness.
Lately I've been really mourning the loss of the studio. Even though I've devoloped some some vague work habits at home I am just not happy this way. I need to lock the door. Everyone does. duckydoo is just about the only person who I just don't get claustrophobic with. Well, I have a bunch of great friends that I'm cool with but there is a good God damned reason I married her and not my brother, Leo or Nick. I mean besides the obvious.
I think if I could have a good room to work in and plan big sessions out across the year and spend most of the time on my own, I'd be okay. It's the combination on 1. not having a studio 2. quiting smoking 3. not having my own dog or turtle (as much as I do have some sort of weird attachment to Ducky's dog Baldur) 4. having more bills. Okay that's enough for a guy to stick a pistol in his mouth but not this guy.
Someone send me a free studio space and the right drummer. I think I would even join the right band if their was an offer.. Maybe No Neck Blues Band, Parliament-Funkadelic, Nihilist Spasm Band, The Boredoms.. I've given up any real hope of being in The Sex Pistols or Motorhead but I haven't given up the spirit to bring that shit to someone else.
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[Jul. 6th, 2007|07:03 pm] |
I just came home after finding a poster from The Devil Within Her in the garbage. I love garbage
Earlier I grabbed both a Joe Tex and an Eddie Harris record from the thrift store.
Tonight Ducky and I are watching Over The Edge.
Tomorrow's The Boredoms 777 show in Brooklyn.
All in all not a bad list of stuffs. I'll stop typing before I think too much. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2007|05:06 pm] |
Listening to The Kinks Preservation Act 1, trying to find that great feeling that will push me forward from spectator.
The Panic In Needle Park is finally out & here. Now I need to find a huge apartment with a huge TV preferably overlooking what was once Needle Park (Verdi Square) and I can invite a bunch of people over for a trip down memory lane. Okay, it's my memory. Most people I know didn't see that version of the UWS but it was sure fun to grow up running around it and being a nasty Punk kid.
Last night Ducky and I watched (part of) Breaking Away. I remember seeing it when it came out and that was a period where a bunch of movies about angry kids who felt hopeless came out like Quadrophenia and Over The Edge. I remember liking the films because even if they weren't directly culturally Punk they still very much of the mindset that I was at at that age.
Meanwhilst I will end this dijointed post with the issue that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the ice skating rink I used to go to in the Bronx. |
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| Cut your losses |
[Jun. 7th, 2007|11:25 pm] |
So when do you cut your losses?
Is it right after you pay too much for records on the street from the same guy who you've always hated and you walk away angry instead of happy to have found something in his dingy crates?
Is it when you discover that one of the 6 records you bought is yet another copy of an Ohio Players album you already have because most of their covers look the same?
I think you won't cut your losses because it's just another one of those times where you walked away with 5 good records, 1 double to trade and 2 of the keepers turn out to be worth somewhere in the low to mid three digits and you still only paid 3 bucks a piece anyway. |
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[Jun. 5th, 2007|09:16 pm] |
Back from SF.. I can count it as one of the few places I've been that I actually liked.
We stayed in the Mission with David & Jenny who were really great to us and low impact.
The wedding we attended was actually nice and now I am back knee deep in real life.
Meanwhile my grade school reunion is happening right now. I wish I could have gone but I had too much to catch up on. One sweet women said she'd call me if anyone was up for a beer later on. I'm probably a weener for hoping the phone will ring but I'd rather have emotions and actually expeience life then not.
Anyhoo, I'm out. |
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| shhhhhh, don't tell my wife |
[May. 28th, 2007|12:36 pm] |
I decided to clean the espresso maker today. I went out and bought the magic cleaning solution and ran multiple courses of post cleaning water through the machine.
You see the difference between me and Ucky, aside from the obvious boy-girl things is that she likes clean stuff and I AM filthy stuff. It's a Punk thing, you wouldn't get it.
Not those crust Punks who are just Hippies with better taste in music but more of a old Times Square 42nd Street movie theatre experience. gum underfoot, stained t-shirt from the greasey shooting game at the Bway arcade, nicotine on the fingers and remember you could get all dirty just riding between cars.
You used to be able to walk around town with a cheap lock blade knife as protection, no one asked where your parents were, why you weren't in school. I used to love blasting my little ghetto blaster because I wanted to make my feelings known that there was more going on then Disco.
Oh yeah, I lost my train of thought. The coffee maker is clean. |
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| more retrospection |
[May. 25th, 2007|08:30 pm] |
It's an odd thing to communicate with kids you grew up with but haven't had any real contact with in 25 years.
25 years is a lot of time. It goes by fast, it goes by slow, it goes by when you least expect it -God damn it goes by.
One thing that really strikes me is how kids don't really talk about stuff with each other. I mean I know this to some extent because two of my closest friends are life long and we do still learn stuff about each other.
But kids are so filled with hurt and worry and anger. It's sad to say childhood seems to suck for most people.
When I was a kid I had this neurotic feeling that when I stepped out of a room I was no longer even a memory to the people left in the room. Completely not existing.
-I think I still carry this to this day.
So I always balance this fear but trying to be the center of attention or most dominant. Not usually in an ugly way but I like to leave an impression.
Anyway, there is all this talk about who had a crush on who and all this stuff and I admit I started to really feel bad when I relized that even the one or two possible people who I thought had a crush on me for at least a day barely remember that I existed. Fuck, some of these people I went to school with for 11 years. It's so sad that I care.
Another thing that just weirds me out is that almost everyone is sooo grown up. I mean grown up like bald fat republicans with kids and summer homes. I look at them and I don't feel envy. I kind of feel like they blew it in some giant cosmic way. I mean, I like to feel free and live free. Now, I'm totally a domestic homebody and my wife and I are very much nesters BUT we are free. WE DO NOT HAVE TO WEAR SUITS or do anything to impress a boss. God it's so weird.
The last thing I have to say is it really does make a difference if you come from money. The kids who did have way different lives then the kids who didn't.
The whole process is really good and I hope to end up with some old friends back in my life, but if I don't I won't. |
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| "ghosts of princes in towers" |
[May. 23rd, 2007|10:42 am] |
Yesterday I got sucked into a chain E-mail involving kids I went to grade school with.
The whole thing seemed at first to be sweet because these are the kids I grew up with and in many ways knew for a longer period of time then people I met after.
As I sifted through my memories I began to remember what felt like a dual life at the time. I was a school kid, safely in a group of peers who I had known since I was 3 and on the flipside I had this part of my life that was about music that was on one level private and on another was about my devoloping outside of this world that I had been a part of.
During the day I was just a kid with learning disabilities trying to charm my way by. In the afternoon into the evening I was exploring the grooves on records, trying to undo the tension. I sang and wrote songs but I was shy about that so I did clay animation which I showed people. Between the age of about 10 and 12 my inner world was become so much more of how I felt that I began using a different name and my clothing slowly mutated from dressing up to what I could only describe as dressing out.
I was alone in my universe. I shared my thoughts on music with the people behind the counter in record stores. Punk was it, Bowie was still on an up swing, Zappa was about the only person with long hair who was cool. The Beatles were a bit of my childhood and may have opened my ears but now The Dead Boys and The Stooges came climbing in. Generation X, Sham 69, The New York Dolls, The Velvets, Suicide... It all rushed in, first slowly then with tremedous force.
I felt free but cut off from who I was supposed to be. The person I was promised would be me, happy, liberal, Jewish and Middleclass couldn't relate to my feelings. |
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[May. 2nd, 2007|09:53 pm] |
I'm sitting here making LP to CD transfer of a Weevers box set for some quick cash.
I never have hated this group until tonight but as i listen to these dreaful songs, a few of which people of my age actually hate to sing in grade school if our music teacher was a Folkie.
Fuck you you fake olde timey assholes, nothing quaint is honest and honesty is certainly not quaint.
While these dreaful Commies pound my skull I am trying to locate the keys to my storage space(s) -yeah I lost both sets!!!
Not only do I hate banjos, acoustic guitars, records that have been treated so poorly that there is never more then a few seconds without a skip.
Okay. Someone just shoot me in the neck with a shitload of heroin so I can die with this look of horror and failure frozen on my face forever. |
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| Reynols |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|11:46 pm] |
Okay, I'm obsessed with this band.
I must have many things that are of course mostly out of print now.
Why didn't I pay attention?
This is the lot for the underground music fan.
Still better then listening to hot carmel being spilt into one's ears.
God bless Reynols!!!! |
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| it's been a while |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|09:18 pm] |
It's hard enough to keep up with real life. Virtual life in the ether is almost impossible.
I have started bloging on my more technological interests here: http://oldsocksandnewtoys.blogspot.com
As I often say to folks about my music, you don't need to check it out if it ain't for you -this holds true here.
In these cases, I'm not trying to be a dick. I have spent way too much time in my life explaining myself to people. I really don't want to have to do that anymore.. I'm too old to give a shit. So read my opinions on gear lust if that shakes your funny bits, by The Brain People's CD's if you want to be assaulted by angry retards.
Love, kisses and near misses...
TD |
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| NEW Brain People CD |
[Nov. 5th, 2006|11:05 pm] |
My band of almost 25 years had smacked down our most raw, live recording in years.
Check it out:
WARNING:
Please bare in mind this music is actual American Punk of an extremely Experimental and Primative nature.
It isn't meant to win friends or influence people and we recorded it with no interest in trying to convet or hip people to this sort of stuff. We are too fucking old and have been around too long to be entering any beauty contests or bidding wars, enjoy or don't we don't care.
Stream and or download tracks here:
http://www.soundclick.com/thebrainpeople
http://www.isound.com/brain_people
On myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/brainpeople
Buy the God Damn thing at:
http://www.sodrecords.com |
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[Jan. 29th, 2005|11:40 pm] |
Most "conceptual art" bores the shit out of me. Very little seems to have a sense of humor or even a real outcome.
This guy would probably fit the description but his stuff is good.
http://www.ericdoeringer.com/
I found his stuff to be both well done and funny. I love when someone proves me wrong for the better.
BTW, my mother is a conceptual artist, I probably am as well, so there is good God damned reason for me to pick on the little buggers. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2005|12:20 am] |
>>>>>>>> From The Studio <<<<<<<<<<<<
I've spent more time lately building instruments then writing music, hopefully i will update the website with nice flashy photos soon.
The Brain People are allegedly getting together in the next month. I don't actually believe it will happen, being that we haven't played live with all three of us together in a room in any manner since 1986. We usually record in duos and overdub.
The Studio has begun a series of changes that will hopefully make it more pleasant for me to work. I haven't done any real remodeling in about 5 years and one needs to do that once in a while.
Now that I also have a home studio I am able to really gauge how I like working and what's really important. The contrast between the two is nice, one has everything in the world and one has just a computer, audio interface and turntable.
I get to do more cerebral stuff at home. That's where I build the instruments and write software interfaces. In the studio I can be very decadent and pull out all the stops. Both home and studio are compatible due to the Digidesign software and hardware and my use of an iPod as a portable hard drive.
I think I'm finally really enjoying OS X as well.
Current tech toy favorites:
Cycling 74 Max/MSP 4.5
Ableton Live version 4
Apple iPod 20 gig (click wheel)
Moog Music MuRF (I'm into the whole series)
Stanton STR8-100
>>>>>>>> A/V Lab Report <<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Compact Discs I've been listening to:
Wire "Send"
Rovo "Imago"
Black Dice "Creature Comforts"
Plus-Tech Squeeze Box "Cartooom!"
Nihilist Spasm Band "Every Monday Night"
Mission Of Burma "ONoffON"
Yamataka Eye & Zorn "Naninani II"
At our apartment I have a couple of hundred LPs that have appeared in the last few months.
There is a couple of boxes that is mostly Jazz and Soul with a major emphasis on African and Latin stuff. Also a bunch from a collection that was mostly New Wave and Glam.
Let's not forget the nice pile of Punk 45's that I bought at the WFMU record fair.
Most of my records are actually either in my studio or boxed in storage. I ran out of room a while back and have decided that until a proper listening station can be set up I'm gonna just box most stuff, except really special stuff.
Recent videos that I actually enjoyed on some level include:
Ichi The Killer
Slade in Flame
Porn Star: The Legend of Ron Jeremy
William S. Burroughs: Commissioner of Sewers
The Mayor of The Sunset Strip
The Triplets of Belleville
Southern Comfort
Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer
Trembling Before G-d
Party Monster The Shockumentary
The Devil's Playground
Paragraph 175
Divine Trash
The Eyes of Tammy Faye
Southern Comfort
Napoleon dynamite
Station Agent
Capturing the Friedmans
The Cramps: Live at Napa State Metal Hospital
The Cockettes
Monster
>>>>>>>>> This DOG's Life <<<<<<<<<<<<
Recently, I had to put my 11 year old Rottweiler Otis down. She was a giant personality and a big part of my life, I learned more from her then I ever did from any person and she helped me in more ways then I can ever list. Losing one's dog is like losing one's shadow.
On the good tip, Ducky and I have a great apartment together and have set it up to be totally useless for hosting parties or even sitting down to breakfast. Between her Circus-ness and my Punk Rock-atude this makes total sense.
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Until next time...
My Info-Zones
http://www.tommydog.com
http://www.brainpeople.com
http://www.sodrecords.com
My Family
Grandfather: http://www.joachimprinz.com
Dad: http://www.jjprinz.com
Brother: http://www.subcortex.com & http://www.unc.edu/~prinz
Girlfriend: http://www.duckydoolittle.com |
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