Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Ultra Lounge Volume Thirteen 'TV Town'

Today, a major victory was scored against the forces of my laziness. I went down to the Lab, sat down at my computer, and tinkered around with the pictures that I have taken with my new digital camera.

I learned how to resize them and put them onto a floppy disc. Caesar Eugenius of Greensboro has scored a victory and is now ready to conquer the ignorance of his newly acquired technology.

Hell, I may even start posting some pictures on this here blog of mine. Once again, I can feel inspiration welling up from the deepest, darkest, recesses of my soul. I’m as giddy as Dr. Ruth with a new sex toy!

Christmas night at the Blind Tiger was a great time. Bus Stop was there for a reunion show and they were as tight as ever. I still don’t understand why those guys never hit the big time and conquered the world, as we know it.

If you ever hear about these cats doing another show… GO!

The Blind Tiger was packed! You had to walk sideways to get anywhere. You wanted a drink, don’t go to the bar thirsty. You needed to use the bathroom, make that escape route before your bladder starts screaming “NOW!”

Christine joined me and I ended up giving her a lift home. She had one too many Cape Cods and the slightest nor’easter could’ve knocked her over.

It was a night of celebration and it all started with GMC.

Of course, I walked in right in the middle of GMC’s set with Snuzz backing him up on guitar. GMC always starts up rather early because he’s not one for staying up late. I don’t usually show up until around 10pm.

I tried my best to explain the appeal of GMC’s music to Christine, but I don’t think she totally understands or is willing to take the time to understand. To her, some of the stuff that I enjoy, she hates.

I was playing some GMC for Weather Dave in order to convince him to play some of his funnier tunes on Rock 92’s ‘Weather Dave & Will Bastard’ show. Jamey Kerr, one of our bosses, walked in and started telling Dave something about the computer. The look on Jamey’s face was unmistakable. It looked as if someone had ran a fresh dog-log under his nose and Jamey turned and asked me, “What in the hell are you listening too?”

That right there was the only thing that I needed to know about playing GMC on Rock 92. It wasn’t going to happen.

I would get requests for his music on the college radio station where I did a show for almost 5 years.

And, if you get the chance to see GMC perform, do so. His performance dates are as rare as seeing a bear ransacking your underwear drawer. So, if you see Snuzz on the bill in Greensboro, there’s a good chance that GMC will perform for the dinner crowd. Get there early.

And if you’re at the Burger King on Battleground Avenue that’s across from the Kashish conveinence store, ask for GMC or Charles and give him a wave. I’m sure that he’d appreciate it.

I received a movie from Netflix today called ‘Dark Water’. I don’t know that much about it except that Jennifer Connelly is in it. Ummmmm…. Jennifer Connelly….

I appears to be a thriller or horror type of movie and I will tell you all about it tomorrow.

2 comments:

  1. Christine8:51 PM

    I didn't have much of an opinion on GMC one way or the other. We only made it for the last 1 or 2 songs, and I couldn't understand much of what he was saying. To be honest, though, he sounded like Adam Sandler doing the Lunch Lady or Hanukkah Song...but I was left with the distinct impression that if he was funny it wasn't because he was trying to be.

    Eh, what can I say? This is another example of something being too far out in Eugeneland for my tastes. You're a guy who thinks a movie can be so bad it's good, or music so weird it's great. To me, it's so bad it's bad and so weird it's....well....weird.

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  2. I've run out of comments for 2005. Damn me and my disregard for budgeting.

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