someday we're all getting paid

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60032592011-04-21T23:06:01.123-04:00someday we're all getting paidjust throwing it out there, seeing if it sticks.eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comBlogger581100tag: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.

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1080832370139719302004-04-01T10:12:00.000-05:002004-04-01T10:17:35.093-05:00

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

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1076394766302875092004-02-10T01:31:00.000-05:002004-02-10T01:44:22.186-05:00Tuesday, February 3.

Urge Overkill had a lot of stuff. Like so many of the higher-profile acts we play with, they've got a van, a trailer, roadies and other minions, in addition to a music store full of gear, and, oh--the actual musicians. Counted among that number were Mike Hodgkiss (who played guitar for the Gaza Strippers and even with Cobra Verde for two shows), and drum guy Nate (booking dude at the Double

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1076394295616450452004-02-10T01:22:00.000-05:002004-02-10T01:31:02.890-05:00my week in rock, part one

(Editor’s Note: This was written on Sunday eve) It used to be that I could sleep anywhere, at any given time. I've found that this doesn't apply to moving vehicles. It used to--I'd take the Lakeshore Limited from Cleveland to Poughkeepsie fairly frequently back in those college days and sack out for the long haul, which averaged about 10 hours if the weather kept its end of the bargain. Now,

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1075966862232273942004-02-05T02:40:00.000-05:002004-02-05T02:49:27.000-05:00...and you will know us by the trail of internet links

This morning, I woke up. Instead of igniting the coffeemaker, lighting a cig, and checking my email through bleary eyes, I instead was awakened by my roommate of the previous eve, one Jason Conrad Schafer, lit a cig, and then prepared coffee. Now, he doesn't drink coffee, but he does tend to forget things, especially after a night of revelry. Meaning that he'd forgotten the keys to his

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1075703900148958392004-02-02T01:36:00.000-05:002004-02-02T01:40:37.030-05:00from a roar to a yawn

Hooray for me. I feel like I've actually accomplished things this week. Well, no major battles were won, but let's just say I'm good and tired from some bona-fide musical exertions over the last few days. I sat in with Vernacular several days ago to bone up on the two cuts they'll have me perform with them this Wednesday at Spy. And the New Lou Reeds put in two days of serious rehearsal to

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1075359723472370732004-01-29T02:01:00.000-05:002004-01-29T02:04:15.233-05:00toasty in tremont

Goddamn. I am sure am dying over here. I could swear I've got the bloody heat cranked up, and it doesn't make a whit of difference. I'm also fiending to get out--I'm like a dog, truly, just hankerin' to be let loose off his leash--but the abominable cold reminds me that maybe it wasn' t such a bad idea to stay indoors. It's been mad-nutty-crazy here at the 2109. I feel like I've been

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1075082594606066222004-01-25T21:03:00.000-05:002004-01-25T21:05:21.936-05:00"you've got mail!"

Well, hell, ya'll. Seems like I haven't seen any of you in quite a while! Hoo! Lemme dust myself off and get de-iced.... In short order: Hook Boy and the New Lou Reeds played two fine shows this week; HB opened for April March in front of a mellowly enthusiastic wine-sipping audience, while the NLRs got last night's spot opening for our friend Carol and her band, the Tough and Lovely, as well

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074698036805599532004-01-21T10:13:00.000-05:002004-01-21T10:15:57.856-05:00puff daddy

I moved this dog n' pony show to Lucky's. I dashed out to have a puff, then sneezed from the overwhelming cold that I only experienced for a mere second. I'm amazed that I still live in this city. Ever feel like you've been cheated? Oh, ebay and your electronic allure: look at your world of used basses, amps, pedals and other wond'rous doodads that I DON'T need. I keep telling myself that I

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074694929515035012004-01-21T09:21:00.000-05:002004-01-21T10:08:35.450-05:00midwest conflict sideshow

What's wrong with this picture? It's 9 AM and I'm pretty much wide-eyed awake, even though I'd say my eyelids are about several millimeters from being bright due to the lack of caffeine and morning chow. I checked my fridge, my can of GOYA coffee, and they were both looking devoid of substance. I might be able to make a cup of coffee for a mouse, if one were so inclined to drink one. I also

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074454287795711682004-01-18T14:30:00.000-05:002004-01-18T14:33:24.890-05:00bourbon street bash!

Despite the slippery, snowy roads and the permanent chill in the Cleveland night air, both the New Lou Reeds and Viva Caramel toughed it out to Columbus and played at Bourbon St. in Columbus, with the support of the righteous big man of Columbus' rock scene, Robert Duffy and his compatriots at donewaiting.com. Not that driving two hours south of CLE is a big deal; but this was a first for the

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074362521805404902004-01-17T13:00:00.000-05:002004-01-17T13:03:57.716-05:00new day rising

It wasn't a blowout. Don't call it a comeback. But boy, howdy, were we all surprised when we had 50+ at the Beachland last night for the Straw/Holtnow Big Black Africa Paik Lives of the Saints show. Lemme tell ya: the Brian Straw and Eric Holtnow duo was tres nice. Brian did his strangling/mangling thing via gadgetry that spiked the air with shards, loops and ambient sound. But it was

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074225666163418202004-01-15T23:00:00.000-05:002004-01-15T23:02:59.936-05:00dear, sweet konk

Well, well. I'm gonna keep this kind of brief. Yet another Cobra Verde date came through--Akron, at the Lime Spider, on Feb. 20th. Expect some kind of obnoxious email blast from Yers Truly in the next few days. I'm going to officially declare February as "Month of the Cobra". Yesterday I sat in with Lives of the Saints in order to help them prepare for their Saturday night show. It was quite

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074070066228309582004-01-14T03:46:00.001-05:002004-01-14T03:49:36.873-05:00hoo boy.

So tonight, I rolled down to Mark Klein's (Cobra Verde drummer) house to lay down some bass for an upcoming CV release (it's actually going to be on an Alice Cooper tribute comp). And after several hours of doing the same lousy bassline over and over, I realized that yes, I am not such a sweet bassist. Y'see, it's all about feel. And for this song, "Is It My Body", which is sloppily rendered

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1074070020354613862004-01-14T03:46:00.000-05:002004-01-14T03:48:51.013-05:00hoo boy.

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1073976752792213592004-01-13T01:25:00.000-05:002004-01-13T01:52:53.450-05:00le bien, le mal

I have good news and bad news. The bad news first: I didn't realize how much heat skillets trap. I busted out an old skillet I'd acquired several years ago, and went about the business of prepping a quick n' dirty quesadilla. I got it crazy hot, plopped the chow down on the metal, and in mere moments, the dang thing burned my treat. Just like that! So I had smoke and a very dirty dish to

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1073896889143993302004-01-12T03:39:00.000-05:002004-01-12T03:41:49.736-05:00paradise city my ass

Notes on Classic Rock: Someone needs to write a thesis that goes something like, "AC/DC Is Fucking Sweet" and use "Shoot To Thrill" as one of the most condensedly ass-kicking examples of just how sweet AC/DC is. "Peaceful Easy Feeling" by the Eagles makes me sad in ways that I simply cannot express here. Let's just say it's the right combination of sappiness, cliche, and heartfelt longing that

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1073741240824112852004-01-10T08:26:00.000-05:002004-01-10T08:27:38.260-05:00you drink a lot of coffee for a kid

For a guy who's trying to heal himself of the nasty ol' sickness that got him down one mere night ago, I'm not doing a very good job of taking care of myself. I drank coffee last night. And it's safe to say that the meds I took were the 'non-drowsy' kind, the kind that keep me wired. But see, it's 8 in the morning, and I'm goddamn awake. Blindingly awake. I went home 'round 3 am after the

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1073612608027219802004-01-08T20:42:00.000-05:002004-01-08T20:43:47.703-05:00no me dudas, flaco!

Thanks to an amassed public outcry--throngs of poets burning me in effigy outside my house on cold old west fourteenth--I'm attempting to update this silly blogger thang. My efforts are hindered by the sneezling and sniffing of this winter's vicious and roaming cold, which has made the rounds in town in the form of a flu or nasty cough; in this particular incarnation, it's turned me into a

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1072889096235334222003-12-31T11:43:00.000-05:002003-12-31T11:45:13.653-05:00santa came late

When I looked into my crystal ball at the beginning of this year, never did I in my wildest dreams imagine that I'd be the owner of not one but TWO goddamn bass heads. My usual tool of the trade is a Gallien-Kreuger 400 RB. You may have seen them before. They're grey boxes. They don't really have much on 'em. It's a bunch of grey knobs on a gray box and you plug your bass and your speaker

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1072687025176370842003-12-29T03:36:00.000-05:002003-12-29T03:37:22.066-05:00Underachievers Fight, March--and Win!

This post-Christmas eve saw Coffinberry, yours truly and the Cobra Verde gang, and Detroit's beloved Dirtbombs rocking out in front of a healthy crowd of about 300 at the Beachland. Coffinberry came out strong and laid their claim to one of the best bands in town. I've been up and down with these guys; I liked them with Stephe DK on the tubs, and then wasn't sure what they were going to be

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1072420288687677162003-12-26T01:29:00.000-05:002003-12-26T01:31:44.840-05:00you got me jerkin' back and forth

Felt sluggish today due to the indolence of the holiday hoo-hah. Went to the folks, opened presents, ate, watched movies (Gunfight at the OK Corral and the end of the Malkovich/Sinise remake of Of Mice and Men), ate some more, and felt so fat and lazy that I forced myself to brave the cold and rock out at the Box. Nothing was happening. Hell, I kept yawning. I couldn't sing worth a damn. My

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1072329539089567662003-12-25T00:17:00.000-05:002003-12-25T00:19:15.160-05:00tidings of comfort and joy

Mm, Christmas. I'm not much of a holiday person--I think it's the mandatory march of holiday tunes on the radio and the ulcers that are apparently required of everyone due to rushing and spending and wrapping and giving--but I gotta admit, it's a nice excuse for folks to feel cheery and for friends, old and new, to make merry. From my window I can see that it's postcard-perfect, and from my

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1071769269465959132003-12-18T12:40:00.000-05:002003-12-18T12:41:23.563-05:00"yeah i got enough to go 'round"

I guess we can more or less declare the 'official' start of winter; outside my window it's frosty-white. I suppose that means everyone gets that Christmas so fabled in song and greeting card, with slopes and dunes of snow curling around houses and brilliant stars twinkling in the sky. It's been busy at work, as we're gearing up for our holiday shows while working on a January calendar that

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1071154879486569592003-12-11T09:54:00.000-05:002003-12-11T10:01:32.240-05:00terror of the impulse buy, OR, read the fine print, dummy

So I used auctionstealer.com to bid on a Peavey MAX Bass head. The mention of "800 Watts" sold me. "800 watts", in my mind, conjures images of nuclear test results. Subsequently I have images of myself truly and totally rocking out, without having to worry about the horrible burr of sound that comes from my bass head when I'm cranked, trying to keep up with Jeffo or Mark and feeling just

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1070854622203707422003-12-07T22:32:00.000-05:002003-12-07T22:37:13.710-05:00love is love is a sign of creation

in a surprise turn of events, i rode with wasco to chicago so that we might both witness the mighty lungfish, on their final show of a two-night stand in that city. this required my immune system to beat a cranky bug the night before. once the virus had been slept and sweated out of my body, i gave the word and off we went in the chilly cleveland a.m. it was easily one of the best shows i've

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1070645876315155522003-12-05T12:29:00.000-05:002003-12-05T12:38:07.053-05:00how the mantle of rock became a paper crown

Whew. I really can't drink. Either that, or Jim Beam really truly and deeply disagrees with me. Two or three whiskey sours passed my lips, and I think at one point I downed a Negra Modelo. Regardless, I feel pooped today. Not hungover. Just ramshackle. And it's snowing outside. I suspect it's a soup day. Last night was fun. A fairly low turnout for Barrett's comp. It looks nice--his friend

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1070549664042331412003-12-04T09:38:00.000-05:002003-12-04T09:54:35.050-05:00everything up to you

Last night after Hook Boy practice I think I unconsciously went with the spirit of the crazy jam session at the end of the night and took in U.S. Maple at the Grog Shop. I could have went for the powerful pop revelry that is the Washington Social Club at the Beachland instead, but since I haven't seen Maple in years, I thought I was long overdue for the flavor of mind-blowing and ear-scrambling

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1070299465909055052003-12-01T12:23:00.000-05:002003-12-01T12:25:13.160-05:00the thanksgving wrap/rap

I'm gonna get nice with my posting. I just put up the RFTT show details, and will post this seperately. My sleepy rants on the Jones Benefit show took more space than I thought! Let's backtrack a bit: the New Lou Reeds hit Edison's for a Thanksgiving night set in front of a tryptophanic crowd. Apparently these sleepy nodders loved it. Even the bossman of the joint dug on it; I've heard

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1070298538052229062003-12-01T12:08:00.000-05:002003-12-01T12:09:08.153-05:00ain't it fun

Word up, journal entry! I've got a hipster haze this morning--a little bit too much this n' that in the chemical department, a little bit of the Cleveland cold creeping in my lungs. I'm not looking forward to going back to that musty trap that's the Beachland basement. Duty calls, however--there's shows to book, pencils to be pushed, panic attacks to be had and beer aplenty to be shoved into

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1069951641908477152003-11-27T11:26:00.000-05:002003-11-27T11:47:30.410-05:00thanksgiving day post

It's Thanksgiving morning. My mouth feels like an ashtray. My neck feels like it's been smashed by a rolling pin. My right shoulder hurts like crazy. And I don't think I can stand up. Yeah--I played a show last night and overdid it. Not from the booze, mind you--from just jumping around, having fun, and rocking the hell out as Cobra Verde took the Grog Shop stage with an all-local cast

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1069180459183930942003-11-18T13:12:00.000-05:002003-11-18T13:34:25.640-05:00long as i can see the light

Hey, kids. I've been away for a while. Tings have been pretty damn busy in Rockville, Ohio. Or should I call it Rockstown? I personally prefer the CLE appellation, but years ago a group of musicians and hipsters and writers nicked that airline code. No matter. Maybe I'll keep it on there as a tribute to them. It's been busy, busy, busy. As we head into the holiday months, business at the

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1067443926652697172003-10-29T11:01:00.000-05:002003-10-29T11:12:33.180-05:00new lou reeds gig

november 1st @ the grog shop new lou reeds flo white and the cash explosion teeth of the hydra sounder at the dead of the day / dia de los muertos ball i'm not really too sure what to expect from flo and the hydra. but a solid rock show with sounder (which will thankfully put us in front of a crowd of non-Hipsters) is gonna be a good time. Of course, I heard a rumor that Gil Scott-Heron was

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1067442578030923552003-10-29T10:41:00.000-05:002003-10-29T10:57:22.423-05:00the dawning of a new era

As if i don't write enough. I write the goddamn copy for the Beachland Ballroom website (in addition to pretty much everything else there, it seems), have been a freelance writer for the Free Times, Scene, Northern Ohio Live, and the Plain Dealer, and in addition to that, if I'm nicotized and caffeinated, I can talk up a streak, which in my mind is just as effective (and a hell of a lot easier)

eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01635177232874820616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003259.post-1067441866517631772003-10-29T10:37:00.000-05:002003-10-29T10:37:47.660-05:00

testing. one, two.

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