someday we're all getting paid

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60032592009-02-20T20:38:05.800-05:00someday we're all getting paidjust throwing it out there, seeing if it sticks.eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1082101913001322652004-04-16T03:50:00.000-04:002004-04-16T03:55:51.310-04:00wounded bear

I'd love to tell you all about Mark's misadventures in the town of Detroit, but I'm also in the middle of planning an upgrade. It's gonna take a while, though. So that means MORE LATER. Get it?

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1081719458616926312004-04-11T17:36:00.000-04:002004-04-12T18:39:24.326-04:00Chicago to DeKalb, Part ONE

Just came back from a lovely Eastertime walk in my ‘hood of Tremont. According to my Yahoo! weather, it’s in the low 40s; however, it seemed to be rather warm from all the sun. The streets were quiet—it’s Easter, after all, and folks are out visiting family and friends—so a pleasant time was had. I needed the exercise, however. CV got in from our weekend trip ‘round 7 or 8 am. After

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1081344851364776172004-04-07T09:32:00.001-04:002004-04-07T09:37:57.873-04:00jump you bastard (s)

I can't believe that over the last few days I've smoked a pack of menthol cigarettes called "Caribbean Chill" that smelled like rank toxic candy. What am I thinking? What are they selling? This morning it's back to good old Camels, though I suspect my lungs and my wallet would really love to return to 'rollies', i.e. hand-rolled smokes. They're fun and the tobacco feels good. I recall that

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1081344849569540712004-04-07T09:32:00.000-04:002004-04-07T09:37:56.076-04:00jump you bastard (s)

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1081107466730328252004-04-04T15:37:00.000-04:002004-04-04T15:41:29.420-04:00steeltown stringsnap

I'm still shaking off last night's sleep, still rubbing my eyes red, adjusting to the cold and the light of what appears to be a January day. In fact, it's April. April is not being kind to the Midwest. What have we done to offend the gods of weather? Maybe just us being here in CLE is offensive enough. I'm at Lucky's again (thank you, Lucky's, for the rad Dells and the ultra-quick online

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1081018618328764492004-04-03T13:32:00.000-05:002004-04-03T14:30:07.950-05:00throwback session

I can either blame my lack of posts in the last week to a. my rather crippled home computer and uncooperative modem; or b. sheer laziness. I'd like to have b. take the blame. After all, I am full of good Catholic immigrant guilt. I simply screwed off too much this week as far as writing goes. I actually whipped up a post yesterday, but never got around to uploading the text to blogger.com.

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this friday at the beachland ballroom mike uva and hook boy wistful, tuneful, and always tasteful. always a gentleman's band. featuring members of machine go boom, the dreadful yawns, new planet trampoline, and cobra verde. zapruder point featuring dan philips from CLE legends rotary ten/boy wonder jinx, which might be extra special for those of you who remember Cleveland back in the early 90s.

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1080416736022920702004-03-27T14:45:00.000-05:002004-03-27T18:07:37.450-05:00Party At Ground Zero

I awakened at noon on the dot, without a trace of nausea in my gut and without the wet, gray cloud of grogginess that's been circling over my head since I arrived on Monday. Perhaps it's the fact that today our weather has been merciful; sure, there's still a touch of sunlessness, but there's warmth tempered by a nice breeze occasionally floating in. I was worried that today would have been a

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1080233572275810392004-03-25T11:52:00.000-05:002004-03-25T11:56:20.860-05:00fever to tell/fever to spread

I have returned to Cleveland with very little gladness in my heart. Mostly what fills me at this point is an unnameable illness. On the very Monday of my return I was struck down hard by food poisoning. By the time we'd scoured the center of Buenos Aires looking for gifts, knicknacks, useful items (for instance, sweaters, to help us deal with the 40 degree differential we'd be facing upon our

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1079961559571969962004-03-22T08:19:00.000-05:002004-03-22T08:22:44.280-05:00is that all there is?

i am sad to report that i will be leaving argentina tonight and arriving in cleveland ´round 8 pm. i never much comment on my state of mind on these pages, but this is a special case. suffice it to say that i´m a little bit bummed. enough hand-wringing. i´m off to get a bite, then do a few family things before heading to ezeiza airport tonight. see yous in the funny papers. e

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1079882362590330962004-03-21T10:19:00.000-05:002004-03-21T10:56:25.360-05:00...more tales from Calle Cordoba

I´d send you a link to the hotel we´re staying at, but I can´t find it right now. Suffice to say I got to know it very, very well, yesterday. After kilometers and kilometers of walking from the Hotel, which is on Calle Cordoba (Cordoba St.) to the Retiro train station, we took a bus ride to the neighborhood of San Telmo, which is one of the touristic hotspots, namely because of its place in the

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1079728962376020982004-03-19T15:42:00.000-05:002004-03-19T15:46:03.250-05:00i found that essence rare

Dear Kids, I´m back in Buenos Aires after a good fun week of hanging out with my super-duper-extended family in the town of Vista Allegre. Think of being on a house down-home in West Virginia with dogs and chickens in the back and having to heat your own water and 12 people sharing beds, some of whom are getting up at 5 am to pick apples for a living, and then take this thing and set it all in

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1079449658218708792004-03-16T10:07:00.000-05:002004-03-16T10:10:54.966-05:00argentina 2004, continued

the link above shows where i am. i´m in the city of neuquen, which is quite lovely. it´s busy, cosmopolitan, but not too fast-paced like buenos aires. here´s a link to an aerial pic of the city: http://www.samct.com.ar/filiales/comahue/neuquen.jpg and here´s another map: http://www.turismo.gov.ar/images/Mapas/PROVINCIAS/Neuquen.jpg right now, the kid at the counter at this *locutorio* (a

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1079045295810696852004-03-11T17:48:00.000-05:002004-03-11T17:51:25.623-05:00back in B.A.-argentina 04

hey, kids. hope all is well in frigid (well, i hope not) cleveland. i´m spending a lot of time walking around, jonesing for a cigarette, and saying ´´clawd have mercy´´ every time another girl walks by. it´s downright dangerous over here. i feel like i´m on a school trip. there´s absolutely nothing i can do on my own without my immediate family freaking out. like posting stuff on my blog, which

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1078953627930223312004-03-10T16:20:00.000-05:002004-03-10T16:23:36.640-05:00argentina 2004

dear gang, greetings from the province of buenos aires. it´s about in the mid-70s right now. i´m here with my folks, one of my aunts (whose house it is), a couple of kids running around (who are actually rather nice and well-behaved). imagine my shock when i found not only a computer that worked, but internet access. granted, it's a spanish-language keyboard (causing me no end of grief) and

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1078851491694270762004-03-09T11:57:00.000-05:002004-03-09T12:01:49.750-05:00cuesta abajo

NEW LOU REEDS: Thu 3/18 Crutch Supper Tub with New Planet Trampoline Fri 3/26 at the Beachland with the Preacher's Kids and the Volta Sound COBRA VERDE: Sat 4/3/04 Pittsburgh PA 31st Street Pub (anniversary show) Fri 4/9/04 Chicago IL The Metro with Local H, Cisco Pike Sat 4/10/04 Dekalb, IL Otto's, supporting Local H Thu 4/15/04 Detroit MI The Shelter , supporting Local H Fri 4/16/04

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1078758124729438592004-03-08T09:51:00.000-05:002004-03-08T10:05:10.606-05:00...but i used a little too much force

Woke up yesterday with a slight hangover earned at the Beachland, of course. Whiskey and tequila was involved. So was T-Model Ford, Richard Buckner, a chain-smoking Vassar grad (not yours truly, I assure you), and the Beachland staff. Strangely enough, I managed to hold it together until I got home. Waking up was difficult. I thought that my soft tissues and hardy bones had been replaced by

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1078279629385754892004-03-02T21:07:00.000-05:002004-03-02T23:34:00.546-05:00cleveland city lights

First things first, folks. COBRA VERDE: Sat 4/3/04 Pittsburgh PA 31st Street Pub (anniversary show) Thu 4/15/04 Detroit MI The Shelter , supporting Local H Fri 4/16/04 Cleveland OH Peabody’s, supporting Local H Sat 4/17/04 Reading PA Soundwaves, supporting Local H Mon 4/19/04 Boston MA Paradise Rock Club, supporting Local H Tue 4/20/04 Burlington VT Club Metronome, supporting Local H Thu 4/22/

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1077990727971629192004-02-28T12:47:00.000-05:002004-02-28T12:55:01.733-05:00the highway's filled with broken heroes

I am coming off of several days in a row of drinking consistently, as opposed to heavily. All that means is that I'm slightly groggy without the nausea. Having attained a new skill level of boozing is always nice. That means the pocketbook stays healthy and the liver does, too. It would appear that for the last two or three nights in the row I've been able to maintain a steady buzz without

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1077759722265222432004-02-25T20:42:00.000-05:002004-02-25T20:44:51.686-05:00

I'd like to officially apologize for the slowness of my updates. My life is more or less topsy-turvy right now. In a good way, sorta. I'm leaving for A Foreign Country which will not be named until I actually know when/where I'm going. And I've been distracted over the last week with THIS project: http://www.littlesteven.com/news.html I mean, for real. Bis spater.

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1077723704450776702004-02-25T10:40:00.000-05:002004-02-25T10:44:33.500-05:00donewaiting.com -indy

I get up in the morning, cat-free. Normally Holly's cats love to sniff, dance and perch atop me when I'm at her apartment, but she's been up for several hours and has probably been shooing them away for the sake of my allergies. As the morning progresses, I am only somewhat caffeinated. After a bout of fussing with lost phone numbers and pondering our lunch options, we trudge through the snow

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1077487600441621152004-02-22T17:04:00.000-05:002004-02-22T17:53:29.610-05:00donewaiting tourlet, part two--chicago

[Editor's Note: I promised I’d finish the rest of the Cobra Verde Chicago-Indy adventure. However, life’s unsteady carriage ride across the plains spilled my lantern, and I experienced a delay trying to put myself back together. Fortunately, today’s a day of rest—the Lord’s Day, as they say—so I’m going to lord over this bit of writing here and get it up on the web for the 10 or so people who

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1076955675110817262004-02-16T13:18:00.000-05:002004-02-16T13:28:18.793-05:00Donewaiting Anniversary Mini-Tour (Tourlet) Prologue

Out there, in web-land, there’s a site called donewaiting.com. Anyone who knows me knows that I have the tendency to poo-poo the achievements of those who rally around a cause, who propose some kind of revolution, who have what I like to call “an agenda”. On the other hand, I’d like to think that despite my pomposity and negative attitude (we’re desperately trying to correct that, but in these

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1076917284534216162004-02-16T02:39:00.000-05:002004-02-16T11:43:37.373-05:00Thursday February 5

I'd like to state right now that The New Lou Reeds playing Edison's Pub was a bit of an accident. I don't really remember 100% of the details, but I believe we'd gotten on a bill with our friends Sounder at said bar on Thanksgiving. I believe the sentiment was that after the usual family holiday eatfest, people would head out to bars looking for booze and the company of their peers (and some

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1076433695371932672004-02-10T12:19:00.000-05:002004-02-10T20:57:48.340-05:00Wednesday, February 4

I’m looking at the last post (which I edited, re-edited, and uploaded instead of getting proper sleep last night), and I do declare that when I’m writing big chunks of text, my writing kung fu isn’t as ferocious and fluid as it usually is. To overwork and improperly use another metaphor, I’m a sprinter on the page. Can’t go for those long stretches where I cover more than three paragraphs at a

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