Monthly Archive for September, 2005

Old School

So last night, instead of my planned evening of sitting on my ass and watching “Man With The Screaming Brain” I ended up dragging an unenthused Kimberly to go see some old friends playing their third gig at Rosy’s II on Bayview.

First of all, it has been years since I have been in a joint like Rosy’s volountarily. If I had not already known half of the people there I would have been just as nervous as Kim, who was the only non-caucasian in the establishment. The half I didn’t know was made up of raucous, rebel-flag waiving, workin’ class white folks. Those guys scare the hell out of me. Nevertheless, I was forced to remember my OV roots, which was sort of fun, and kind of embarassing all at once.

Bob, Larry, and Ryan’s band was pleasantly surprising. I hadn’t heard Larry play drums yet. He had told me he was starting a while back, when I was home from break, and I was really impressed with how he’s come along on his own. He’s not had any lessons. Bob has only been playing bass for a year and I think he has a lot of potential. I really am looking forward to helping him speed up the process.

The thing is, these dudes were like my brothers back in the day. When I started playing bass in the 6th grade, music became a totally separate aspect of my life. I did music away from my friends, and most of the time I was practicing was spent at the cost of not hanging out with them.

Music was a big part of all our lives, though. Despite the fact that they didn’t play instruments at the time, I was turned onto tons of great music by those guys and the crowd that would hang out at their house. Being one of the few “musicians” in our circle kind of defined me in the group, but I wasn’t in any bands at the time, so, like I said, music was something I did on my own or with other acquaintences from school.

Watching them play last night kind of bummed me out because I wished we had decided to start playing music together. Then we could have started a band as kids. I guess I could have, and may have, proposed the idea, but I wouldn’t have been able to convince them. I was the youngest of the group and they almost never listened to me. I was a completely different person then, as well.

Anyway, I am happy to have reconnected with my old friends. I’m looking forward to having something in common with them again.

OLD RICH LADY SAYS SOMETHING INSENSITIVE!! EVERYONE IS SHOCKED!!

So everyone is up in arms about those “disgusting things Barbara Bush said.” I admit, I too am a bit disgusted. However, I’m not surprised. Barbara Bush lives in an “old money” fantasyland. What we find disgusting is that someone of such power and influence—that an entire family of such power and influence—can not only seem so ambivalent, but also be completely out of touch with reality.

Barbara Bush is the Marie Antoinette of our day. “They’re better off” may as well be the “let them eat cake” of American History, but she could also be an ugly reflection of America at large… wait, let me clarify: When I say “America at large,” I’m not referring to Republicans or Democrats, Red States or Blue States, Hummer-owners or hybrid enthusiasts, blacks or whites, Catholic or Protestants. I mean all of us. Every, last, fat-assed, overindulgent, reality-show-watching, Oprah-worshipping, PowerBook-toting, MTV-put-a-DVD-player-in-my-back-seat, Starbucks-sipping, Gucci-handbag coveting, Atkins-dieting, kickin’-it-up-a-notch, rockstar-wanna-be, pathetic loser one of us…

We have police guarding our suburbs to keep refugees (American citizens) out! Bush’s cronies are winning the contracts to clean up the mess and then there’s this dumbass mediocre rapper who seems to think it’s all about black folks. What makes Kanye West qualified to get on his soapbox? Is it the fact that he’s black, a celebrity and from New Orleans? Is it because he has a new album out? Something tells me he hasn’t been in the “old neighborhood” for some time. This isn’t a black issue. You know how I know? We didn’t lose Master P, The Marsalis Family, The Meters and heaven-forbid we didn’t lose Kanye West to that dreadful storm. Why? Because they can afford to drive their black asses somewhere else. New Orleans is 2/3rds African-American, and poor pretty much all the way around. Why those mostly-black neighborhoods are so poor is another topic all together. The Bush administration is all about money, plain and simple. Class is the biggest division in America, not race.

Like everyone else I have looked for the “conspiracy” underlying in this mayhem. In an effort to make sense of and find consolation in this disaster, I have tried to find that evil mastermind behind it all, the way we did during 9/11. I’ve tried to negotiate with myself the fact that our government has failed us once again. I’ve passed heavy-handed judgments on looters, much in the same way the Religious Right has passed judgment stating that Katrina was God’s punishment for the “sins of New Orleans.” If some guy wants to steal food for his family, more power to him. I would do the same. If some jackass wants to steal jewelry and electronics in the middle of a flood, that’s his problem. I’m not getting in the way of a man with priorities that far out of whack. He’s not going to plug that DVD player in anywhere, and since the banks are all shutdown no one will buy those diamond earrings from him. As a business-owner, the 5-foot water damage and lack of power and food would have been a priority; looters might even be welcome if my insurance policy doesn’t cover flooding.

The truth is, until we have evidence that Destro’s Weather Dominator Machine is in operation, there is no way our government could have planned to fuck over this many people at once. Apart from local corruption, pork spending, and the fact that all of our National Guard is out guarding someone else’s nation, complete and total incompetence is the only real cause.

My point is that we can all point at Barbara Bush and say “oh how insensitive” but we’re all just as ready to shove our heads in the sand, crank up our iPods and kick back with a Grande Latte and hypothesize and postulate about what the hell happened down there and do whatever we have to do to make ourselves feel ok about it. Barbara Bush is a patriotic idealist, she can’t believe America can do anything wrong. Most of the people reading this blog believe otherwise. We fill ourselves with righteous indignation. The number one refrain against the war in Iraq or any type of foreign aid is the “we have people starving here in America!” speech, Well, America, here’s your chance!! Help some of your own!

“Certainly,” you say. “I’d love to stick it to the man, and I want to see justice served in New Orleans, but just so long as it doesn’t involve me actually having to do anything, can’t I just give a buck to the Red Cross? Oh, and could you move those poor, poor, black people to some other place? We just don’t have any place for them here.”

And, let’s be honest, Kanye doesn’t want those brothers in his house any more than Barbara does.

Man With The Screaming Brain

I’m excited. It’s coming on Sci-fi tonight at 9PM. Written by, directed by, produced by and starring Bruce Campbell. Bad ass. Here’s the synopsis from Internet Movie Database (imdb.com):

Man with the Screaming Brain is a story of greed, betrayal and revenge in a small Bulgarian town. William Cole, wealthy industrialist, winds up with part of his brain replaced by that of a Russian cab driver Yegor. The two couldn’t be more different, but they share one thing - both were killed by the same woman. Brought back to life by a mad scientist, William and Yegor form an unlikely partnership to track down their common nemesis.

Did I mention that I was excited?

A few months back the Naro played Evil Dead II. Kim and I went because it had been years since either of us had seen the film and neither of us had seen it on the big screen. It was freaking amazing!! It was almost as good as seeing “The Story of Ricky” at the Coolidge Corner Theater in Boston.