tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41273708566532391272024-03-05T03:26:57.923-05:00The Great Broad Street Riot"By God, Broad Street will not fall while I am Queen."Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-1973008519785269322009-05-03T13:01:00.003-04:002009-05-03T22:07:03.446-04:002009 Kentucky Derby<p><br></p><p><br></p><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="344" width="425"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"></param><br /> <param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"></param><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlXCC7otxQo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><br /> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlXCC7otxQo&hl=en&fs=1" height="344" width="425" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /></object><br />The guy calling this race really sucks at it in a major way.<br /><br />Is there any Sunday of the year sweeter than the first Sunday in May when the top errand on your list is to return to the track and cash in your winning Derby tickets? No, not really. <br /><br />I actually made it the whole way to the morning of Derby Day without hearing any substantial clues about what the word on the street was about the field and now that the day was here I needed to settle on my bets, my cunning plan was to go for trifectas. You pick three horses to win, place and show. There are other things you can do with your bets and I was planning on boxing mine, which means that if your three horses finish in the top three in any order, you win. The only horse info that had managed to filter through was that the favorite had just been scratched. He was number thirteen, which is one of my favorite numbers, but I usually go against the favorite, though with boxed trifecta bets, favorites can turn out all right in the final analysis.<br /><br />Moment of Truth time, Saturday morning I sat down with a Sharpie and a piece of cardboard and started messing with my numbers. Ones, threes and fives had figured prominently in my car repair bill so I felt strongly I had to use those. So well had I avoided the horse news that it did not even register that this was the 135th running until after I had placed my bets and was looking at the derby t-shirts. I wonder if I would have discounted those numbers if I had realized that before I bet? Kind of like how the first pancake or crepe of the batch always comes out fucked up. That's what makes it all so maddening, sure the signs are all there, it's reading them correctly that's the trick. As my dear, dear friend Garry Cook used to say...It's always too late, and THEN you realize...Truer today than ever. In hindsight, I would say the fact that 135 had so caught my eye was a sign that I should bet this year for sure, not necessarily a sign that those would be the winning numbers.<br /><br />Honestly, I can't even remember my roundabout logic in picking my other numbers, four were Kennie Mae related, one came from the numbers on a run of records. I ended up with eight 4$ boxed trifecta combinations. You do the math. A crane flew over my path on the way to the track and for some reason the number 8 popped in to my head. <br /><br />The road that leads to Rockingham Park winds down and to the left when you get off the highway. I pulled all the way over to the left lane and as I drew nearer to the turn into the track I hugged the rail closer and closer, thinking that this is how a horse must feel hugging the rail and riding it into the turn down the homestretch and then I was around the corner and into the parking lot, but not before the number 28 jumped out at me from a sign above the highway. I pulled into a space and some hasty perfecta bets were cobbled together using ones, twos and eights. <br /><br />At the window, I read off the first eight bets and the teller took my note for the four perfecta bets to enter them. At the last second I asked for 5$ to win on number eight. Unusual for me to place a win bet. Bets to win are like a toy bet, not even really worth it to bother, you never make much off it, it's the exotics that give you the really nice pay-outs. Hedging my bets, as it were. It didn't occur to me then that I was making a thirteenth bet, but if it had, I would have been tickled because, I do like thirteen. If I had thought longer on it and realized that five dollars plus horse number eight equals thirteen I would have been further pleased. The five-eight combo didn't even ring a bell as the birthday of my Tuscan grandmother. A fleeting thought of Eight Belles passed through my head, poor girl, but mostly I was thinking that I had just spent two hundred and thirteen dollars on one horse race. It was madness.<br /><br />As I left the track, I flash backed to the big red-headed guy I had overheard telling one clerk that it was Dunkirk's day. I kind of hoped he was wrong, because I only had one combo with his name on it. Oh well, a quick stop at the packie and I was home to dig in and enjoy the race. <br /><br />It took me a little bit of time to sort out my bets and make some charts and familiarize myself with which horses I had bet on. My list broke down to fourteen horses. Fourteen out of nineteen, it would be impossible to keep track of all my combinations during a two minute race so I just decided to have a big ass bottle of beer and watch. I had a fistful of bets and a good part of my strategy depended upon a tiny gelding whose name, Mine That Bird, I didn't even know when I placed my bets. A horse who had been bought for less than ten grand and had been hauled to Kentucky by pick-up truck. It turned out to be a great race and my guy won, but in the end I was very reluctant to believe that my number had come up. <br /><br />The length of time the jockey rode my winner around afterward make me really nervous thinking something was wrong. I had forgotten that Mine That Bird's trainer had a broken ankle and had insisted on walking his horse to the starting gate, refusing to use a wheelchair or other assistance. Now, he was walking to the winner's circle on his crutches and it was taking some time. I think I love this guy. When an announcer shoved a mic in his face asking a question about his ankle and winning the Derby, without slowing down, he made the snarkiest remark about how now maybe people will stop asking him about his fucking foot!<br /><br />Fifty to one odds. Nice. The cruelest cut, and isn't there always one, is that the place and show horses finished at nearly the same time. Separated by a nose. If the show horse had placed, one of my perfecta bets would have paid out to the tune of over four grand. Big sigh. Still, coming out fifty bucks ahead is pretty damn good for me. At least it covers the cost of a good bottle of Kentucky bourbon.Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-81905011086912630472009-04-27T07:29:00.019-04:002009-04-28T01:19:27.254-04:00Derby Week Already?At the Twin Spires, even the hats have names. The Queen Has Arrived...Not this queen and certainly NOT in this hat! The only way you'd ever catch me in a hat like this is if you rammed it onto my cold dead head.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO242_y9escxoBh4lJes2s3i292NEjScO4Ng-LG5wGPAI9OCf1sepetNajKq-lvqjxyUllvYICRcXbxjKucSbFKl0cabk9d0KIcHzH9kI7bo_5Icvxy2E-WGOmPalM4XyFOKpCMUpVFQOK/s1600-h/tqhasarrived.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO242_y9escxoBh4lJes2s3i292NEjScO4Ng-LG5wGPAI9OCf1sepetNajKq-lvqjxyUllvYICRcXbxjKucSbFKl0cabk9d0KIcHzH9kI7bo_5Icvxy2E-WGOmPalM4XyFOKpCMUpVFQOK/s400/tqhasarrived.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329340596611462130" /></a><br />Time certainly flies and here's hoping whichever horses I bet on do too. Yes, this year I have had such consistently bad luck with few exceptions that I have decided the odds are good that I may actually pick a winner. Sooner or later something has to give, right? I hope.<br /><br />My plan this year is to totally avoid any information on the race. It has not been easy to turn away from the stories in the paper and on the internets, but I have. I feel like going with a numbers only strategy but most likely, I will go to the track early on Saturday and pick up a racing form and see if I can divine clues that will mean something only to me. It's all about significance and hidden deeper meanings. Then again, I should go with my first choice and pick by number. Oh crap! I'm already boned by indecision. I could get so addicted to gambling. <br /><br />Therefore I will now change my focus to fashion and one of the more campy aspects of the first Saturday in May. The hats. It's all about the hats...Gotta keep that nasty old sun off of our peaches and cream complexions. <br /><br />This one is called Emma and is the bargain of the bunch at three hundred dollars. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHglLkmWIybUrCle-50P0U-tRMh8QkBayxFsuNIMwlZSMC8RYcQZ3ZdCRhSRcE01aqjL86zQwzta-3KVCOsXDTwvWFd54lrD84Gw7GdTWOfeFNNjoF-Sstc6QiDdQ3Pjdp-Ei3UDetHB3G/s1600-h/emma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHglLkmWIybUrCle-50P0U-tRMh8QkBayxFsuNIMwlZSMC8RYcQZ3ZdCRhSRcE01aqjL86zQwzta-3KVCOsXDTwvWFd54lrD84Gw7GdTWOfeFNNjoF-Sstc6QiDdQ3Pjdp-Ei3UDetHB3G/s400/emma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329335805043398402" /></a><br />Steppin' Out is gonna cost you a grand.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYaiDyEruQsAguih2sgEWIefCYTstwRk1bkbJgUNyb3imDxt4KtgiRPAeRKH5IFPVCyniwBRqgXvDlWBa794MCQFT6KQJLwuDJaciNlKHgcq37fs2geEY1dV52La_2fl-O6MA9R9RW-Ua/s1600-h/steppinout.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYaiDyEruQsAguih2sgEWIefCYTstwRk1bkbJgUNyb3imDxt4KtgiRPAeRKH5IFPVCyniwBRqgXvDlWBa794MCQFT6KQJLwuDJaciNlKHgcq37fs2geEY1dV52La_2fl-O6MA9R9RW-Ua/s400/steppinout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329335286459734018" /></a><br />This one is called Spunky and prompts me to ask the age old question "Are we not men?"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1gvmDfDFS6uDiwv4aYQd_09j4K8ILTg0_jtlLjEo42DLyD1rie5cFnT7O9aK3YI5OUgybm7IMfjF5gABvdZmnJNd5VFD5FLsLPmM9DSb8etrlpurT0CKE1poAK2U2gfFTQxEFngKi1mL/s1600-h/punky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1gvmDfDFS6uDiwv4aYQd_09j4K8ILTg0_jtlLjEo42DLyD1rie5cFnT7O9aK3YI5OUgybm7IMfjF5gABvdZmnJNd5VFD5FLsLPmM9DSb8etrlpurT0CKE1poAK2U2gfFTQxEFngKi1mL/s400/punky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329335184209773138" /></a><br />Organized? In what way? Perhaps they are referring to crime because this one is over a thousand dollars.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOJvVfLxL6Cc1_auHcrK5qFeIUlPrCTLkhgHrfOEMqSzHY0G8ZVYgQ8KYkQNRpVvdWhHOEBHEolOStdVfGAXCee0vfjf1pnOd59T6N7wNRxBcpst2-fcjh-0GQ1khb6BtsC9b4gEtr-_H/s1600-h/organized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOJvVfLxL6Cc1_auHcrK5qFeIUlPrCTLkhgHrfOEMqSzHY0G8ZVYgQ8KYkQNRpVvdWhHOEBHEolOStdVfGAXCee0vfjf1pnOd59T6N7wNRxBcpst2-fcjh-0GQ1khb6BtsC9b4gEtr-_H/s400/organized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329335079768548034" /></a><br />I might actually be seen in this one at my next croquet match, even though I think Mary Jane is a stupid name for a hat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOGVnyD_4EvcHusFjLlUDALD_IG2ev4AectUEG5_oHffSM3lm602Pwt1AWec-ahO9ud7HJnsqa2JPBKU-FA5DOJQ0bKOUNLAJxHWrFiTk_uEcMU6pG-9TXOJbIkIxTJlWiLfRrvbbJnDs/s1600-h/maryjane.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOGVnyD_4EvcHusFjLlUDALD_IG2ev4AectUEG5_oHffSM3lm602Pwt1AWec-ahO9ud7HJnsqa2JPBKU-FA5DOJQ0bKOUNLAJxHWrFiTk_uEcMU6pG-9TXOJbIkIxTJlWiLfRrvbbJnDs/s400/maryjane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329334931463205762" /></a><br />Queen Liz and her consort at the Derby two years ago. I loved seeing the odds posted on what color hat she would wear. It was the one thing I was right about that year. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHMX9QLSPFj_0fWPh3rNq3CL64gY_0Fs8aRm7yOMEVSAmrDF9o1sUfZH3wJovQx06DSOuys7bG7PXvzPGMSFHOEOwr9gDtHOEzzh3idj5BW84z84pij_Y7wjbNgKbGxJjfQPzzaBA3D8P/s1600-h/derbyqueen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHMX9QLSPFj_0fWPh3rNq3CL64gY_0Fs8aRm7yOMEVSAmrDF9o1sUfZH3wJovQx06DSOuys7bG7PXvzPGMSFHOEOwr9gDtHOEzzh3idj5BW84z84pij_Y7wjbNgKbGxJjfQPzzaBA3D8P/s400/derbyqueen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329334696844198498" /></a><br />Our own inimitable Hat Sisters. A Boston P-towne institution. Wonder what they'll be wearing on Saturday?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcFaPOjuD1jVwRa_G_xw-Gewix7_tboQN3kLTr4VtOS5Oj5ngxrIcRPfTFo13r8iutCTiPTQ-uYmIP_tBC5ZBzTa37mKDzeBl4NrDvmdTtWfxxV9h8OX-Mg6LBkOGqhfn1FuBaIKZlbKE/s1600-h/hatsisters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcFaPOjuD1jVwRa_G_xw-Gewix7_tboQN3kLTr4VtOS5Oj5ngxrIcRPfTFo13r8iutCTiPTQ-uYmIP_tBC5ZBzTa37mKDzeBl4NrDvmdTtWfxxV9h8OX-Mg6LBkOGqhfn1FuBaIKZlbKE/s400/hatsisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329335990951617746" /></a><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p93UVZetnw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p93UVZetnw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-57401967941323241652009-04-20T23:49:00.003-04:002009-04-21T00:42:24.411-04:00Kenmore Square Neon Citgo Sign<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXJCEWKFVXs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXJCEWKFVXs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Remember when the Citgo sign was a distant second place in the neon contest along the Charles? Oh the Coca-Cola sign in Allston was truly breathtaking. And the White Fuel sign was no slouch either. Now the Citgo sign seems much the worse for wear, yet it still manages to retain much of its majesty. I love the look of it now, a little down on its luck maybe, but so gracefully combining the many mismatched colors of replacement tubes. It's like a quilt made of light. Humble folk art that evokes some of the most precious and sacred memories of us all. In miniature it would make a great headstone. For the love of God, would someone send me guitar part for this bass line?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt0TpGPatNGwyt16aJelx5lq6K4kc-YyMLpjH9qs_aIEMBIXuEiNeFY03bYQqszAFornDefp0lgpG0l_ON045mHadQynKLFselRif4o8_LvFD1Km03DEt-J9fxO5QghyyuUKw6QU-edSL/s1600-h/imagescoca-cola-neon-small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt0TpGPatNGwyt16aJelx5lq6K4kc-YyMLpjH9qs_aIEMBIXuEiNeFY03bYQqszAFornDefp0lgpG0l_ON045mHadQynKLFselRif4o8_LvFD1Km03DEt-J9fxO5QghyyuUKw6QU-edSL/s400/imagescoca-cola-neon-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327000006953106546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSId3v5r6kL2Dcy290W-MmdxaNN1aQi2nGJVJlSLEjueJxb30wP_ipmIUclJD204SApehQIoeZxLq3unl0cMPcWYBiuL49QH5lVsB7DkshcFWwnRJTdSKeukDyJEhdrlmFkjbP1EeGBuO/s1600-h/3424359974_4dd59f1107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSId3v5r6kL2Dcy290W-MmdxaNN1aQi2nGJVJlSLEjueJxb30wP_ipmIUclJD204SApehQIoeZxLq3unl0cMPcWYBiuL49QH5lVsB7DkshcFWwnRJTdSKeukDyJEhdrlmFkjbP1EeGBuO/s400/3424359974_4dd59f1107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326999639209785778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74MFZj-FhxHUbFdFWNS_AKMV3DoLqtLHl7ASEiDb7FiKk8FxfLnwjOsl5lA0elToEPh_BnIM9o8VBZCOsdY0O57d_TK5ub-0cEgpMh_74Zno6KEwdDnmcZpaihXN0stmd-6tyQyjHNSO8/s1600-h/MILLER-WHITE_FUEL-BOSTON.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74MFZj-FhxHUbFdFWNS_AKMV3DoLqtLHl7ASEiDb7FiKk8FxfLnwjOsl5lA0elToEPh_BnIM9o8VBZCOsdY0O57d_TK5ub-0cEgpMh_74Zno6KEwdDnmcZpaihXN0stmd-6tyQyjHNSO8/s400/MILLER-WHITE_FUEL-BOSTON.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326999506494962050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EClptlcEnJ45ymBNyGyYTuhd4ZH-6n6WkW1Qs01-lF_8xLRKcvj-rBis9uyxphGWhyphenhyphene_VxPAI1ZIDLUDwaZeUPWs5AuhZJY8lFgPt83bymEGr4JUFjZC67-jPdTC628lSddhiFCNblaZ/s1600-h/shell__1235078089_8927.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EClptlcEnJ45ymBNyGyYTuhd4ZH-6n6WkW1Qs01-lF_8xLRKcvj-rBis9uyxphGWhyphenhyphene_VxPAI1ZIDLUDwaZeUPWs5AuhZJY8lFgPt83bymEGr4JUFjZC67-jPdTC628lSddhiFCNblaZ/s400/shell__1235078089_8927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327000321393124274" /></a>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-63797893502501327862009-04-07T18:05:00.001-04:002009-04-07T18:05:56.430-04:00Psycho Date with the Kozmetiz<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1rnOVPQP8A&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1rnOVPQP8A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-55349680059006583662009-03-12T08:02:00.009-04:002009-03-12T10:52:56.396-04:00Happy Birthday Jack, here's some Fisheye Brothers for you. Everybody wins!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NPdeJ_X0YU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NPdeJ_X0YU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />I was born in Lowell. Never lived there, but I was born there. At Saint Josephs Hospital which was later absorbed by Saint Johns, a different Catholic hospital in Lowell and that amalgamation is now known collectively as Saints. Saint Josephs was deep in the heart of some of Jack's territory. Pivotal scenes from Dr Sax take place virtually across the street at this insane sort of drive-thru Stations of the Cross. If anyone is interested in touring some Jack places, message me. It's been awhile since I've had a willing victim and it would be fun. <br /><br />Once I got to college my friends and I visited Jack's grave regularly, often skipping classes to do so. One after hours visit involving a bottle of Wild Irish Rose led me to make some shaky decisions. First of all, do not visit Kerouac's grave on the anniversary of his death. It's way too high profile. And take it from me, do not ever use the hood of your car to boost yourself over a chain link fence when you are wearing round toed hightops. Naturally, this was the night the cops showed up and we had to make a run for it. There was no time to spare and after some spastic high speed windmilling I managed to make the top of the fence. Hmmm...top of chain link sharp! I have a scar on my inner thigh that I can say was the result of a leopard attack and be believed by an otherwise reasonable person. Thanks to the Wild Irish Rose it didn't hurt a bit. Until I had to explain what happened when I got the tetanus shot. All things considered it was so worth it. I mean really, what a great scar to have in reserve to show to Willie when I met him in another year or so.<br /><br />Willie's a big Jack fan and I just fell in love with his song Kerouac when I heard it. To me it was such an intensely local song and that's one thing I really love about Willie's work to this day. His deeply detailed and compassionate homages to people or places that he knows up close are still fascinating to me now and sounding better than ever. This Fisheye Brothers project I've posted here is something that Willie collaborated on with one of the drummers he works with, Jim Doherty. Jim has recently opened a recording studio in downtown Portland Maine. For these songs, Willie sang from his notebooks and played piano and Jim took the tapes home with him and added all the rest. I hope you like them as much as I do. <br /><br />Here's a photo I took of Willie one summer in front of the Stations of the Cross drive-thru.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAC6l5RksJ6TvKzpM-4U8sgJ_DK9u-0Swl9qej6fXTRfEkO1uw_42fXwzBaPtwhMcnEfmM0m_cYRAGjVHSB0oCR15ry22fEv8053A7mOcTvIpN6S6OQoVRbK-IjgkPwjkU5HLWW7ffqIft/s1600-h/wasocblog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAC6l5RksJ6TvKzpM-4U8sgJ_DK9u-0Swl9qej6fXTRfEkO1uw_42fXwzBaPtwhMcnEfmM0m_cYRAGjVHSB0oCR15ry22fEv8053A7mOcTvIpN6S6OQoVRbK-IjgkPwjkU5HLWW7ffqIft/s400/wasocblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312309914670059186" /></a><br /><embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widget_hash=a81t9iagx5&v=1&cl=0" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-67592634599331533092009-03-10T22:40:00.005-04:002009-03-10T23:18:42.321-04:00Old e-mail to Ra about Kennie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqqtTEGQQFG6bBA6ivjtV_R6kdWLzyiP8oTslnIKIBowLJQ9U_Rwt0BPsxdQZ4Novg70j95sDNVGE4GhmxqWkbTwwXWyw0UvSCqrV7NxIGI9RCzyuNZK5TdEvNLFGhm2rS_9svFMROG7Z/s1600-h/harborview.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqqtTEGQQFG6bBA6ivjtV_R6kdWLzyiP8oTslnIKIBowLJQ9U_Rwt0BPsxdQZ4Novg70j95sDNVGE4GhmxqWkbTwwXWyw0UvSCqrV7NxIGI9RCzyuNZK5TdEvNLFGhm2rS_9svFMROG7Z/s400/harborview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311764077716687906" /></a><br /><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=304653224&albumID=721279&imageID=8613885"><img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/2/ab37a52ab0d2ea28ea8e3db19233bfda/m.jpg" alt="This was at Martines place on the Vineyard, The last time we were all together. Only Jeri-Ann was AWOL." /></a><br />This picture was taken on Martha's Vineyard, the last time I saw Kennie. We stopped at the liquor store on the way home from the airport and she bought a gallon of vodka. She drank it mixed with Gatorade, rarely slept and ran the television constantly. We couldn't get her to go for a ride to the beach, but we did go out to dinner one night at the Harbor View Hotel, also pictured above. We sat on the porch afterwards as night fell, looking out on the tiny harbor and light house. For some reason we started talking about The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down and it came out that she felt like Joan Baez had done the definitive version. I made a sound like I'd been shot and started choking and sputtering about the Band. Laughter from the street made me shout out "Baez or Band?" and harumph with satisfaction when "Oh BAND!" came back in retort. <br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMHyovwX7JM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMHyovwX7JM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br />A message dated June 1, 1999<br /><br />Hi, how is everything? It is so fucking hot here I am sweating like a whore...it's embarrassing. I was at the studio doing my chores and I was just dripping, and I was only standing around yammering.<br /><br />Spoke to Kennie Sat. night. She sounds well considering what she's been through. She's convinced the nurses are taking her meds and I wanted to say well, they're junkies and all they care about is getting high, but I thought the better of it. No sense in reminding her of better times. ha ha.<br /><br />One thing I have to tell you. She was talking about how she ended up in the hospital. I couldn't quite understand where she said she'd been. (And I wrote this down at the time I was so blown away.) "I only got a little cut on my foot. They had this little fountain and I was walking through it and stepped on a broken champagne glass." I just love that she's having all these fabulous visions. Like I told you before, I wouldn't take it so much to heart that she asked for her 'birthday bourbon' as she isn't totally coherent yet anyway. She seems like she's still in that half awake and yet still dreaming kind of state. I LOVE IT when that happens.<br /><br />I wonder where Jeri-Ann is?<br /><br />Love QT<br /><br />Ra went through so much taking care of Kennie and being there for her. He can never be thanked enough. We later found out that Jeri-Ann was hopping freight trains and riding aimlessly around the country. God, I miss my friends...Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-64478471155782205522009-03-07T07:16:00.003-05:002009-03-07T07:32:25.450-05:00BeachcomboversI suppose if you're a Beachcombover the surf is always up, but for you 'normals' out there it looks like this weekend will be a good time to haul out the old Woodie and dust it off and get down to waxing those boards. Spring is still officially two weeks away but I know you're all gonna jump the gun today so here's some inspiration for you. <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyfE2SRm3xE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyfE2SRm3xE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />I know there was talk of adding a singer and/or keyboards so the line-up may have expanded but these are the credits for the video that I lifted off of YouTube:<br />Beachcombovers at the "Church" nightclub in Boston, MA USA 8/21/08 play Nokie Edwards<br />"Surf Rider" <br />Tommy White - Surf Guitar<br />John Cahill - Surf Drums<br />Bruce Scott - Surf BassQ Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-38244102250687488482009-02-25T06:16:00.015-05:002009-02-27T11:05:24.966-05:00Geezers Garage Nite at the Granite Rail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROz5rEA6-AqHd9WMF50cphSHCkdKZP6Hv80AEoF4uAhNeVj6eqPFNRV3O7XXmPuE1aWdemxil7Kt74koDKB2DnIFJy7QV5hIAEC58cri4V7e66bBsLHc2rKwUT3X88GfdTMJV0PNyxlwa/s1600-h/l_954bb29a4e354ed2b402e0d9c6b0a47e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROz5rEA6-AqHd9WMF50cphSHCkdKZP6Hv80AEoF4uAhNeVj6eqPFNRV3O7XXmPuE1aWdemxil7Kt74koDKB2DnIFJy7QV5hIAEC58cri4V7e66bBsLHc2rKwUT3X88GfdTMJV0PNyxlwa/s400/l_954bb29a4e354ed2b402e0d9c6b0a47e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306699043196887746" /></a><br /><br />What with the Depression soon to be upon us I look forward to lots more cheap entertainment being available. Keeping it fresh and local and one step ahead of the big crash is my buddy Geezer. He's gotten together some musicians and a local tavern to start up a showcase of both homegrown and not so local talent. I freely admit to being a north of Boston girl, and I don't mean North Shore either! I'm well inland and a little freaked out by a big ass city like Quincy, but one day I hope to overcome my fear of driving south of Boston and get myself to one of these shows. The line-up this week looks very impressive. Can I get a volunteer to ride shotgun? I managed to corner Geezer and get the scoop on what's coming up this week and beyond! Here's what he told me...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebwA_iOBlPyvYdfwYyjyZHPESWyXoVWXD7byOq8tqhyphenhyphenqV05MFzJ4_sVSmFAGTVcXZkBEo45ex964pTfHxsksG34a-EUtBZzhBWPHm5gIQ8M6qWyfLFalKN0-CQWwSBtPaP_A8CTM7dul7/s1600-h/l_37fed715839848c1a274fce90e994496.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebwA_iOBlPyvYdfwYyjyZHPESWyXoVWXD7byOq8tqhyphenhyphenqV05MFzJ4_sVSmFAGTVcXZkBEo45ex964pTfHxsksG34a-EUtBZzhBWPHm5gIQ8M6qWyfLFalKN0-CQWwSBtPaP_A8CTM7dul7/s400/l_37fed715839848c1a274fce90e994496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306700557589358098" /></a><br /><br />Quincys only Garage Nite! <br />FEB 27th GARAGE BLOW OUT<br />7:30 Lonesome Lil and the Boy's ( lillian donnelly)<br />8:00 The Peculiar ( great Local alterative ROCK band)<br />8:30 Adam Earley ( comming down from Maine solo set)<br />9:00 Jay Allen and the Arch-Criminals (Catchy old school)<br />9:30 Frank Rowe (Classic Ruins) solo Set<br />10:00 The Ten Foot Pole Cats ( great blues band)<br />11:00 Jeff Crane (Classc Ruins)solo set<br />11:30 Geezer Deluxe (the RAW garage stuff)<br /><br /><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=435223842&albumID=136722&imageID=8011491"><img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/47/afac9dd33f3840f8b4f347f8ca2b7dcb/m.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A long time Quincy tavern known for good pizza the Granite Rail Tavern at 16 Cottage Ave in Quincy (617-479-2726) has opened the place to local musicians and beyond. A night of old and new friends, musicians and family. The opening act "Lonesome Lil and the Boys" is my daughter, 17, singing and on piano, my son, 15, on drums and me on lap steel or acoustic guitar, playing Hank Williams Sr. covers, folk songs and some original americana. From then it's garage r'n'r bands, old school boston r'n'r guys, local alternative rock bands and solo folk/americana blues band. Classic rock, just a mixed bag. We're no music snobs at Geezers Garage Nite, I want everyone to play that wants to, I get as many acts up as I can. The garage nite is once a month, usually near the end of the month and hosted By Geezer Deluxe. We ask for a 5$ suggested donation that is stuffed into an old oil space heater. The bands can sell Cds or merchandise. Basically, it's a night out for us old Guys/Gals to get together and pick out some tunes and bring younger musicians in on it so if any musicians want to throw in with us, the more the merrier. Just get in touch on the <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=435223842">Geezers Garage Nite at the Granite Rail Myspace</a><br /><br />And just a look at next months March 27th Garage Nite:<br />the <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=423845402">Dirty Shames</a> (New York City)<br />Tokyo Tramps (Fun Band playing Bluesy country)<br />Rustbbucket (great jammin r'n'r)<br /><br />Hi, it's me, Tontileo, again. I couldn't find any vids of the Granite Rail. We have to rectify that in the future, but here's some footage of a brush fire in Quincy. The tapes of people jumping into the quarries were pretty cool, but I don't want to encourage that type of dangerous and possibly illegal behavior here. Besides this one has firemen! Putting out a fire with push brooms. I wonder if that's why they call it a brush fire?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAbuS0F39tw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAbuS0F39tw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-19716019506667398282009-02-07T09:15:00.000-05:002009-02-07T09:11:40.325-05:00The Unattached. Genetically Stupid NOT!<embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=omhony2fdf&v=1" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br />I got this great Metrowave tape from Jaded Jase and I've been looking around to try and find some info on The Unattached and can find very little. How funny is it that I just had to change the spelling on the widget. Unattached only has one N, your queen, not two. I managed to find this little blurb from Chuck Warner on his <a href="http://www.hyped2death.com/throbstory.html">Hyped to Death </a>site.<br /><br />Unattached -EP (Bisque-18) The last thing that we released. Jaime Sever had started out in the Jetsons, and helped run the legendary Gulcher collaborative/ cooperative back in Bloomington, Indiana. He moved back to Worcester, MA where the Unattached recorded some demos (Volume insists there was a 19822 Unattached cassette in circulation). Jetsons fans have some idea, perhaps, of how great "Genetically Stupid" was, live. They played Boston on occasion but they were superstars in Wormtown...they just never thought about putting out a record. Oh yeah, and they broke up all the time. I got them to re-form for the Let's Breed! record-release parties (10 bands, two nights at the Rat) and again for the first Chain Link Fence record-release party, I think, but it wasn't til '87 that they stayed together for any length of time. Anyway, the EP is sorta over-polished and over-raw at the same time, and it might have launched a very profitable career, except that Alice Cooper heard one of their demos and loved it --though he wanted to write new lyrics for it. He even invited Jaime and Mark to come and play on "Trash", which was of course a big hit and re-established Alice's career, but Jaime and Mark celebrated this brush with fame by firing their long-suffering rhythm section and that was the end of them. And Throbbing Lobster.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iKcW7fSdMQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iKcW7fSdMQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I am further intrigued and decide to do more research. Genetically Stupid <br />has long been imprinted on my brain. Very catchy stuff and I follow some clues and find a site for <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=157540925">The Jetsons</a>, the band who first did the song and have been kind enough to include it on their page. My quest for info on The Unattached continues in my immediate circle of The Coalition of the Fabulous with a call to a dear friend I'll call...oh, let me see...Deep Throat. I'm going to both protect the identity of my source and try to ward off more taunts that I am a name dropper. I admit, that made me wince. In my defense, I am trying to maintain a somewhat historical perspective here and you can't have history without details and names happen to be an important detail. Besides, no one reads this shit anyways and we're all friends here, right? Well, mostly friends. So I ask DT and he tells me I should ask Gerry Lehane. Oddly, the same answer I get to about 37% of my questions. Gerry emailed me back. "Jamie Sever, he's around. I'm not sure how you would get in touch with him though. I believe Simon Ritt was in the band." <br /><br />Why Simon Ritt is the love of my darling old friend <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=104551720">Jan</a>, yet another member of The Co-Fabs, and I write her to find out what she has to say. <br /><br />"Yes, Simon was the bass player and is on their EP which we have a box of down in the basement! Jamie Sever used to walk around Kenmore with a white rat on his shoulder...Mike Zadroga was the drummer, Mark Frazier was the guitar player. They had the number one local single on BCN for a bit and they were in the Battle of The Bands...I don't think they won..Jamie Sever went on to be in the Fighting Cocks..."<br /><br />With her encouragement, I wrote to <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=119309654">Simon</a> for more and he graciously responded.<br /><br />"I played bass w/ the Un's for a few years through their Rumble/Throbbing Lobster era or what I prefer to think of as their 'Golden Period'. I do recollect doing a couple of live radio broadcast's w/ 'em....was metrowave on WERS? F.Y.I. Jamie (the singer) Is a stay @ home dad of 2 great little girls. He's NEVER been on a computer but I'll let him know I heard from you via the traditional telephone talking device. I'm also glad to inform you that Mark Frazier the boneheaded guitarist gave up music & left Boston years ago. The drummer Mike Z lives In NYC & Is a T.V. sound Tech. with a great job working Pro-Sporting Events."<br /><br />I have left out some of the more salacious details of their emails, hysterical as they were. I do TRY to be discreet. Sometimes. Check out <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=112937368">The Darlings</a> to see what Simon is up to these days. <br /><br />Poking around in the internets a little more yielded this nugget of lore from <a href="http://www.sleazegrinder.com/flashmetalsuicideJohnnyThunders.htm">sleazegrinder</a>. This guy's stuff is great. It is like crack to me. Or whatever highly addictive illegal substance the kids are all doing now. Frankly, I can't be bothered to keep up to speed on what the kids are doing these days. I'm going to post a quote and hope that they don't kill me, but really, check out the stuff this guy writes. It's pretty cool.<br /><br />"So anyway, we're waiting to get in on the guestlist and these two beat-looking tattooed, cowboy junkies are on us like flies on sherbert with the "Yo, Vinnie" Reveah-Beach accents, completely covered in bad tattoos--even worse than mine---glammed-out, to the hilt. Headbands, stretch jeans, pirate hoops, cowboy boots, scarves, Lip Service vests---babbling about Dogs D'Amour and G.G. Allin. They embraced the whole cliche'. Us, too. Immediately, they're talking over one another, telling us how they're, "Like, da only glam dudes in Boston-except for dis one other guy, Simon, from the Unattatched, and uh, the Voodoo Dolls, and<br />Tony Triggah from da Love Junkies, dis Cats 'N' Boots guy. And uh, Desi and Jimmy from da Touch Me Hookers, and Rafe from da Royal Pimps, who used ta be da Blackjacks, and anotha band called, uh, Jet Black Somethings, and dis hot girl singah from da Seventh Veil. She's gonna go crazy when she sees you, dude!" I can still somehow remember their names were Eric and Rob and I later went to a David Bowie concert with them, but that was pretty much my first conversation with any Boston locals. My initial introduction to Boston.<br />Not everybody there was like Rob and Eric."<br /><br />So that was my adventure researching The Unattached. If anyone has any photos or other information or memorabilia on them send it along and I'll put it up. <br /><br />Many thanks to <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=256634915">Jaded Jase</a> for having the wits to tape some of these fantastic Metrowave shows. I have one more from him up my sleeve that I'll put up soon. I know there are issues with the sound on the tapes I've posted from Metrowave and other MBR and ERS shows. I don't mind at all. They sound just like I remember, hell, I only lived 25 miles North of Boston and I could only hear those stations on a clock radio in a house across the street. The tapes I made on fucking Charles Street have rough spots on them and Emerson was just four blocks away and MIT was just over the river. Crazy. These tapes are beyond precious since someone at Emerson dumped boxes and boxes of the originals in the trash when they moved. Feel free to be pissed about that and send me any tapes you might have and would like to share.Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-90042921737303376842009-02-05T08:25:00.003-05:002009-02-05T11:29:58.770-05:00You Got Good Taste...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o7X2M9xvjEw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o7X2M9xvjEw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BB7YhbM4K80&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BB7YhbM4K80&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Always, always a good time and a good show. Sounds simple, but not so easy to pull off. Never underestimate the searing power of a shirtless man wearing spike heels with trousers that look like they've been painted on with black nail polish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjCmE2B5uiTrmZW0sYSLYnmSk4Ixj-dqnBaWJY-2Ehp8Axikac_x1CktG68TNflOxZH3qgHCUNnLpssUBrXFTCLVkFt8N46rFz7TE-9Rq31Qi04_HnwPNcZ1m5wKmW37RpcXMuj9SVA7I/s1600-h/LUX.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjCmE2B5uiTrmZW0sYSLYnmSk4Ixj-dqnBaWJY-2Ehp8Axikac_x1CktG68TNflOxZH3qgHCUNnLpssUBrXFTCLVkFt8N46rFz7TE-9Rq31Qi04_HnwPNcZ1m5wKmW37RpcXMuj9SVA7I/s400/LUX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299350986693847682" /></a>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-371169273294952382009-02-04T07:51:00.008-05:002009-02-04T08:57:26.066-05:00A Taste of HoneyIs it lame that I am really amused by this clip?<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_KDPUTyDyQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_KDPUTyDyQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />You don't see production values like this every day. And it reminds me of a Magritte painting called A Little of the Bandits' Soul too. It's win win!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fxJhPiqqqSdRBHUz5yo3qSJMm5ppijYHtfhVrk8k7eoA2FvFcxBQjdP6saCrE26MnRjIp6td0bbGBbe8NXV_0-3iw8KTUCyGID1KYa6LQty4aYHMH6TZPTMfZULtBSO3HlF2Mg4DzVEh/s1600-h/magrit7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fxJhPiqqqSdRBHUz5yo3qSJMm5ppijYHtfhVrk8k7eoA2FvFcxBQjdP6saCrE26MnRjIp6td0bbGBbe8NXV_0-3iw8KTUCyGID1KYa6LQty4aYHMH6TZPTMfZULtBSO3HlF2Mg4DzVEh/s400/magrit7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298929504189865762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTi8VIkM4lthI0P4Vg5JT8vZ51Kgd3YpsqChMGV1Y0GWAYcgxbIOCXxq9uJfl8xajAaA87VQcRtQDJlGCo2V-RzU-rT76pY7Qyu_gD20m8TYBBV00YmonFN1SFx_-nF86h9JuulGiZXtfd/s1600-h/wolleh_magritte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTi8VIkM4lthI0P4Vg5JT8vZ51Kgd3YpsqChMGV1Y0GWAYcgxbIOCXxq9uJfl8xajAaA87VQcRtQDJlGCo2V-RzU-rT76pY7Qyu_gD20m8TYBBV00YmonFN1SFx_-nF86h9JuulGiZXtfd/s400/wolleh_magritte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298940410003393506" /></a><br />Rene Magritte, photographed by Lothar Wolleh in Brussels, 1967Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-44904782689162539242009-01-28T10:57:00.001-05:002009-03-02T01:38:39.012-05:00Groinoids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyw3Zxg1Ce5pWLIu5I86F_v5JpTApKFZztZWiheeJQnrpPDPmwUo2doELNxkV3ifAEbz0bIq52e7tGHkMjjZVGvWLOgk9J76vCuuJ2A62Lir81FRsZFG-DRl7EFxRtbY_w1H4xMwTAq6R/s1600-h/l_d0b39411355542c5925b747701c9da11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyw3Zxg1Ce5pWLIu5I86F_v5JpTApKFZztZWiheeJQnrpPDPmwUo2doELNxkV3ifAEbz0bIq52e7tGHkMjjZVGvWLOgk9J76vCuuJ2A62Lir81FRsZFG-DRl7EFxRtbY_w1H4xMwTAq6R/s400/l_d0b39411355542c5925b747701c9da11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282696307599736946" /></a><br /><br />It may sound like a strange thing to say, but I found the <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=208390686">Groinoids</a> to be very refreshing, aside from the fact that some of them could have passed for semi-grown-up Opie Griffiths. Mongee always sounded so earnest as he screamed out his gut wrenching words. Rico made sure that things went fast, churning whining noises out of his guitar and somehow managing to sound a little low profile at the same time. Cheese on bass ended up being the workhorse, holding it all down while everyone else was messing around and having a time. Big Daddy seemed to just pull random shit out of his ass and yet it all worked! Some of their songs appeared originally on the seminal <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=39227522">This is Boston Not L.A.</a> release and now we've been treated to a 7" vinyl of a session from Radiobeat. I say get it. This disc would make a fine addition to anyone's collection. I happen to be lucky enough to have scored a colored vinyl copy, and you can too. According to the dude who put out the record they are available for $6.25ppd in the US or $8.50 international. Paypal payments go to <a href="http://orders@i-dealrecords.com/main.php?search_term=groinoids&search_type=Search+by+Artist">orders@i-dealrecords.com</a> The 1st press is 500 records (350 on black, 150 on green/brown vinyl). Mail orders get color copies till sold out. Some of the original band members are planning reunion shows. Check their website for the most current details on where and when. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0TU6O5ORwZ6R71RErniPa_MgZYa9PT8owJ8dRfY_Kzq99NYsgq8DW7R93oBXe_07OEKTo2wS7cbOb71qc9k2Ur_arz04rHoOz-CzXCwk7dFfDQyK8dYzbvYKqSoAKojUimGvzGGoLLbC/s1600-h/l_0df4cfc97c96456fa655d5967f89ed10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0TU6O5ORwZ6R71RErniPa_MgZYa9PT8owJ8dRfY_Kzq99NYsgq8DW7R93oBXe_07OEKTo2wS7cbOb71qc9k2Ur_arz04rHoOz-CzXCwk7dFfDQyK8dYzbvYKqSoAKojUimGvzGGoLLbC/s400/l_0df4cfc97c96456fa655d5967f89ed10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282696292527727842" /></a>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-5274173489607260842009-01-24T11:05:00.003-05:002009-01-24T11:11:02.311-05:00The Scott and Zelda of Broad Street<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI13q6rv_6LNwSd8bt4lXABB0WXObhATe6YHfWElBV8wRPEWgicm7vnQ-LdpyXr_xKYtPee6LL0OpCcFgpekLcabknhiedYjsbBR9KM5J3LJCQ42sUikSt6TMINcqRtBuCcGJ_KG4tk5Qr/s1600-h/sczelda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI13q6rv_6LNwSd8bt4lXABB0WXObhATe6YHfWElBV8wRPEWgicm7vnQ-LdpyXr_xKYtPee6LL0OpCcFgpekLcabknhiedYjsbBR9KM5J3LJCQ42sUikSt6TMINcqRtBuCcGJ_KG4tk5Qr/s400/sczelda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294892279828987154" /></a><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2DDzOW4jK8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2DDzOW4jK8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-50396596468937083652009-01-23T07:13:00.002-05:002009-01-23T07:21:46.206-05:00By the way intrepid blog followers...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpdUVTGsqDiycsJWCUuaX_1GRfLIkUUCK7I64lbFGX0sppJF1WtRsZ8L9mPWgNiYdPVPuF-b0skdQvaqY0X2i3UFCLeDpnqywvYaBohoKreKiQMLGgYHXLTksHJG7Q55wetN3tGBaGeLn/s1600-h/qtlm.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpdUVTGsqDiycsJWCUuaX_1GRfLIkUUCK7I64lbFGX0sppJF1WtRsZ8L9mPWgNiYdPVPuF-b0skdQvaqY0X2i3UFCLeDpnqywvYaBohoKreKiQMLGgYHXLTksHJG7Q55wetN3tGBaGeLn/s400/qtlm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294461626020976226" /></a><br />Happy New Year. I've decided to lower my standards and post more often. Yes, I hear the howling among you...feel free to add any smartass remarks about my standards below. Then bite me.Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-5838921664181326242009-01-21T02:42:00.011-05:002009-01-21T02:56:38.765-05:00Button, button. Who's got the button?We need a MySpace page for buttons. Here are a few cherished ones from my collection. Two by the illustrious Betsy Sherman, at one time a fixture at any and all rock or wrestling events. I'll post more as they turn up and now that I've shown you mine, I'd love it if you'd show me yours.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNOHhnWsAuOrpqmo3lmXETfigoM9sjmwFjsUg2zk-LmFeRaxD7YvwScdmQZwdUuTw1ZpY0jP316eWFI7pIWLXs3qArvB466y0k4IxxNIdf4-y2n22El_EFBeK_7w7p-6Obv2T5Fe-g1Ko/s1600-h/colorratbut001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNOHhnWsAuOrpqmo3lmXETfigoM9sjmwFjsUg2zk-LmFeRaxD7YvwScdmQZwdUuTw1ZpY0jP316eWFI7pIWLXs3qArvB466y0k4IxxNIdf4-y2n22El_EFBeK_7w7p-6Obv2T5Fe-g1Ko/s400/colorratbut001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293650069500566098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCzznvBvuEZdKNJHAV6sL-AGd0jgVQH42CRnZB56FwyLdapn6TWHTO8P32NJO6JHVOAy8AJM7E2gurKyNC2KmGEgNxyQJI7Y22pAosW-L4f5NSmz9SWUzq9quz1nGcRpWLAbHW_2WbEUi/s1600-h/colorchannelbut.jpg"><img style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzpPyxpG-bCdKBN8O3jBsnwkoGD9zQOJjPt2Tozo9CjYMb9lUbASfHHktqrT7VkfOJeSlkdB8u90HWTxHPPNv7nVYSgLgQe-SaKVTNYS2OWDYi9lvH1_-UGOjrMElwnEVMKT14PY58-__/s400/colorsthbut001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293650263910477682" /></a>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-23293602700356291702008-12-20T09:21:00.010-05:002008-12-21T18:38:03.586-05:00Best Christmas Song Ever!!!Now this post is an interactive one, I hope you all don't mind. This is the best Christmas song ever, as I have already said in the title, but there is no video. So, I kinda made my own. Here's the interactive part. Pay attention. First you hit the play arrow on the video, mute the volume and make sure to pause it at the beginning. The deer will be sitting by himself in a snowbank. Then you start the song. When the singing starts, unpause the video. At the instrumental parts, pause the video. When the vocals start again, unpause the video and so on and so forth. That's it. That is all you have to do. Now that you've got the gist of it, I hope you enjoy it...<br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWKhOaW2k6I&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWKhOaW2k6I&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />The Dogmatics run a close second with their Christmas song, but even they pay homage in their song to this one. Axe will rock!<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=vytyjedz54&cl=1" width="200" height="200" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-53299738243907577422008-12-09T05:50:00.006-05:002008-12-09T06:04:28.373-05:00Dirty Eddie, Debussy and Hair ManIt is common knowledge that Dirty Eddie is Willie's best friend. His drumming and expansive imagination as recorded here help explain why. These performances from Birdland, a studio located down on the Cape, are presented here for your pleasure. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yCyUGtdg7P2gP_PCZQlOjeC1sZDmjTdfwpOhtHAJW5EpSr-Ud6GxYE1zEi90TtCpjUzuu1bxR4Z7A4KRJA0ofIb4rYMIb4n76-iVJ2IFTBVg0Im3kolGjuyPEgsBHGvo4kHYxp7p2jFU/s1600-h/n759909462_826655_6845.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yCyUGtdg7P2gP_PCZQlOjeC1sZDmjTdfwpOhtHAJW5EpSr-Ud6GxYE1zEi90TtCpjUzuu1bxR4Z7A4KRJA0ofIb4rYMIb4n76-iVJ2IFTBVg0Im3kolGjuyPEgsBHGvo4kHYxp7p2jFU/s400/n759909462_826655_6845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277743544059610370" /></a><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=a1xudg76x6&v=1" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-45863633862438083562008-11-21T20:13:00.007-05:002008-11-22T09:09:38.129-05:00Human Sexual Response Reunion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4j5V_YR30lLZ5RDlJC9bA1uAU1mIGXd-MXMKOc4YKQrPUDW8Tfdn-VdfI_ezEBRnlWFhZdjn08V1T30zDwRshCEvgpjxGKG-JiCIkuYZ40NE_IzUiXdoMLyNsGeoirmM8fqqyVcd0A1c/s1600-h/hsr.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4j5V_YR30lLZ5RDlJC9bA1uAU1mIGXd-MXMKOc4YKQrPUDW8Tfdn-VdfI_ezEBRnlWFhZdjn08V1T30zDwRshCEvgpjxGKG-JiCIkuYZ40NE_IzUiXdoMLyNsGeoirmM8fqqyVcd0A1c/s400/hsr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271301382547804898" /></a><br /><br />Yes, I really wrote that that the Humans are having a reunion, you are not dreaming. I really wish I could go to this, but alas, it is just not to be. I'd be jealous of all my friends that will be performing and attending this spectacular event if I didn't love them all so much and wish that they all have the best time ever.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jF7OFF29KEc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jF7OFF29KEc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-27849827255503498632008-11-20T01:38:00.003-05:002008-11-20T04:09:08.180-05:00Boston Punk Rock Oral History Project<span style="font-weight:bold;">Boston Punk Rock OHP Intro!</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlLaEsw7V3U&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlLaEsw7V3U&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Please, please people, for the love of all that is rock and roll-y participate in this project. Check out their <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=401000547">site</a> and you'll see that all that these historians are asking for is your story in your own words. This is a subject that is near and dear to my heart, the history of my beloved Boston Rock scene, so don't be shy. Don't be stingy, share you stories with everyone! This is especially important since <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=79144861">Joe Harvard's</a> indispensable site, Rock in Boston, is no longer available. Hopefully, this is temporary. It would be an immeasurable loss to those of us interested in the world of Boston Rock. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Juli Krysler ON: Dead Kennedy's 1980 Boston appearance</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGwGMqOCz-k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGwGMqOCz-k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />This is lifted from their <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/bostonpunkrockohp">YouTube page</a>...<br />"The Boston Punk Rock Oral History Project page is going to be an ongoing work in progress.If you were part of the "scene" between 1978-1985 (*a few years earlier or later is ok too) We would love to hear from you. We can either arrange to meet you to record your thoughts and experiences or go ahead and record yourself. Then we will make it possible for these videos to be on here. Where this project will take us is anyones guess. The biggest purpose is to record peoples impressions, and memories. When we were involved and participating in it, no one had any idea that anyone would be interested decades later. We will be coming up with specific topics that we think need to be covered so keep checking back. Everyone's memories and impressions are important, be they negative or positive. We would also really like to hear from individuals that came through town with bands at that time. Boston as seen through the eyes of outsiders!<br />So let the recording begin."<br /><br />Don't know about you, but I'd love to hear what stories these outsiders would tell.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Cure - Secrets (Boston, 21 April 1980)</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOrXYqANo2o&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOrXYqANo2o&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-65726403660140348592008-11-15T00:38:00.001-05:002008-11-16T00:59:56.242-05:00Kenne Highland 2008 SessionsI don't know what it is, but I have always just loved being in the studio or at radio stations. The work that goes on at either place fascinates me, though much of it I find incomprehensible. In case you have some of the same obsession, here's some vids I found of my old bud Kenne Highland over on up to the YouTube t'other day. Yee ha! Roll 'em!!! Put the saddle on the stove because I'm riding the range tonight...Oh, by the way, I cut and pasted the descriptions off of YouTube.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kenne Highland 2008 Session, pt 1 percussion / rhythm guitar 10.14.2008</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdrm3dYohIw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdrm3dYohIw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Kenne Highland formerly with the Gizmos banged out 11 tunes on guitar & vocals with Happy Room Studios engineer Steve & percussionist unextraordinaire Sean in a monster all day marathon...results hopefully out in 2009? Extra thanks to Tim Carter (Assbeaters, French are from hell) for use of his guitar! This portion focuses on the initial basic tracks laid early in the day.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kenne Highland Sessions Oct 16, 2008, pt 2</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvo4xMSby9k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvo4xMSby9k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kenne Highland Sessions 10/16/2008 pt 3</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L2ekMXFm0U&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L2ekMXFm0U&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Kenne Highland recording guitar tracks including Redneck White Trash AND vocals for Ballad of GG Allin at Happy Room Studios<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kenne Highland 2008 Sessions, pt 4 VOCAL TAKES</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhqvWkVOpog&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhqvWkVOpog&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Kenne Highland Recording at Happy Room Studios on October 14, 2008 pt. 4 - vocal take mania.Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-81007221802720446322008-11-12T07:45:00.012-05:002008-11-13T07:48:00.407-05:00Untitled Playlist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx24G4vs7ymDpkQzOsEjbQbSyY-9D7_npvPMKttQO232uLBV2mLzd-GyB0dfzWva8Y_0CX3LF_j0E0-f-j94sxcb-cqYkMoZibKZOQfV31PbE4D0oPqt9r8VO1pQwUAap_r35AqXQbVrKR/s1600-h/batman_13.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx24G4vs7ymDpkQzOsEjbQbSyY-9D7_npvPMKttQO232uLBV2mLzd-GyB0dfzWva8Y_0CX3LF_j0E0-f-j94sxcb-cqYkMoZibKZOQfV31PbE4D0oPqt9r8VO1pQwUAap_r35AqXQbVrKR/s320/batman_13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267152529959660578" /></a><br /><a href="http://s291.photobucket.com/albums/ll287/Tontileo/?action=view¤t=dr.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll287/Tontileo/dr.gif" border="0" alt="Daang! Radio"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBReGB_doT-KRUNVhbG5vPagEm4xdDiZymAo4GesotSPaBNCK3SOwfk36MisZac_TuplITTEF8rIJH4mMIzhPr8XHN99Kuv-4iyU-M51dv34HY3UFYtFtE-u4tMAn74GOpCs8RLTOeluQO/s1600-h/jimmyjam2+copy.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBReGB_doT-KRUNVhbG5vPagEm4xdDiZymAo4GesotSPaBNCK3SOwfk36MisZac_TuplITTEF8rIJH4mMIzhPr8XHN99Kuv-4iyU-M51dv34HY3UFYtFtE-u4tMAn74GOpCs8RLTOeluQO/s400/jimmyjam2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268121556672047954" /></a><br />I recently received a package in a plain brown wrapper. It was strange to find it on the drawbridge side of the moat, and the contents were stranger still. Only this small, very colorful photo and an unmarked CD with some music on it. This guy looks familiar to me, maybe a guest villain from an old episode of Batman or something? Or maybe I saw him once on Broad Street? He sure looks like a maverick. Anyway, the CD was pretty good so I submit it here to see if anyone can help me unravel this odd mystery. The only other clue I have is that he consorts with this four-legged Furry Ninja Hellbitch whose unholy screeching caterwaul could cause all the Banshees of the world to wet themselves. Be careful.<br /><a href="http://s291.photobucket.com/albums/ll287/Tontileo/Daisy/?action=view¤t=smallereyes.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll287/Tontileo/Daisy/smallereyes.gif" border="0" alt="smaller eyes"></a><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nl2LTD_tu50&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nl2LTD_tu50&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=jz7xcgz2g1&v=1" width="400" height="200" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-9063586895103490432008-11-10T10:23:00.019-05:002008-11-27T03:26:39.990-05:00DMZ Reunion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJEZfUxbZt2yUUr4_K5X0cUkBvHCyCKwIEbBn9_wMBa51KBA3quJ3CPzBFSAQTbvv2kDOnLs469jAtV3wtV7tykLpPAeY4gjCCFtqULdknh5xVBia8_FhZNB6JmDnP2PITRuhl4rYToWh/s1600-h/dmzb:w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJEZfUxbZt2yUUr4_K5X0cUkBvHCyCKwIEbBn9_wMBa51KBA3quJ3CPzBFSAQTbvv2kDOnLs469jAtV3wtV7tykLpPAeY4gjCCFtqULdknh5xVBia8_FhZNB6JmDnP2PITRuhl4rYToWh/s400/dmzb:w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267051892063168210" /></a><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FiQAzxlWyH4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FiQAzxlWyH4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br />You're Gonna Miss Me<br /><br />This is the second show I've been to recently at Church. The first being the 30th anniversary of my beloved <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=54060361&MyToken=75a7ea63-83c2-43c8-8573-9717e7f722bf">Axe</a>. I was a lot more comfortable going out this time, it'd been only a couple of months instead of six years. I parked in the lot behind the bar. There was not another human in sight. Or so it seemed. As I turned from the car I saw a long hulking shadow begin to emerge from between the cars in the darkest part of the lot sporting the business end of a burning cigarette, glowing in the night. Oh Christ!!! It was Rico. Lurking and lurching around in the blackness, smoking a butt. "Jesus, I was trying to be fashionably late and you show up even later. Bastard!" We went in. Or rather, I went in. He ran into the Psycho bassist on the sidewalk and stopped to finish his cigarette and chat. No, not A psycho bassist, THE Psycho bassist. A couple of puffs later, the bass player from <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=32150434">Hixx</a> showed up. I was sensing a pattern here. Pattern? Get it? It's a bass joke. Look it up. The first people I saw once I was past the door were Blowfish and Miss Lynn, they were digging the sounds and it was nice to catch up with them again. I've decided if I go anywhere now and Blowfish and Miss Lynn aren't there, I'm not staying. They are that reliable a barometer. As a matter of fact, they should cut out the middle man and run their own club.<br /><br />I'd left the yammering on the sidewalk for the hammering in Church. The New Frustrations were already playing. I really like them. They sound so clean and garage-y at the same time with a boatload of pop sensibility thrown in for good measure. Real catchy stuff. Later on, Tim showed me a piece that had broken off the top of his guitar, but I missed how that happend. Daang! <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=118869348">Geezer</a> found me in the crowd and introduced himself and he was with <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=256634915">Jaded Jase</a>. We all have a lot of fun wisecracking and messing around on MySpace. Check out their sites to hear the music they make. The one problem with these nights out is that there is never enough time to catch up with everyone. After making a sloppy lopsided round of the place, I finally set up camp with Frank Dehler and his lovely wife, The Bride of Frank. I love Frank, he is an inspiration. Looking back, I realize that watching Frank play with the Axe was the beginning of my love for the bass. And how can you not love someone who tells you that seeing you talking to Marsman across the room brought to mind a line from a Wallace Stevens poem, "She sang beyond the genius of the sea." It was shaping up to be a good night, so I settled onto a stool and chatted with the Dehlers and waited for <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=420404524">DMZ</a> to play. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboltXFgGvQ3LmfXt9Awd8dO3HJpIqj01f944vmRh5l8u_WwwKLn4xnViJqPBklp0pv7VMBM6WLMakmQYyp7FCx44RrHGbHdn34ym7f4482y5bI1NuVXNxACUeMJAPM-dWrppyHz6GWbAo/s1600-h/dmzchurchcarolkowalski.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboltXFgGvQ3LmfXt9Awd8dO3HJpIqj01f944vmRh5l8u_WwwKLn4xnViJqPBklp0pv7VMBM6WLMakmQYyp7FCx44RrHGbHdn34ym7f4482y5bI1NuVXNxACUeMJAPM-dWrppyHz6GWbAo/s400/dmzchurchcarolkowalski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267052109569910066" /></a><br />photo Carol Kowalski<br /><br />God forbid that things should ever go too smoothly though. I made the strategic mistake of sitting at the end of the rail that stands between the bar and the soundboard. Naturally, some drunkass guy wearing big studded belts set himself up against the post and he was talking with his buddy who must have been hard of hearing because drunkman was screaming his end of the conversation at the top of his lungs. So, he's already talking loud and then he started to accompany himself with enthusiastic and sweeping hand gestures resulting in him spilling his drink on me a little. Repeatedly. When he leaned back against the post that was sort of connecting us, his big-ass studded belt was poking me in my big ass and he kept backing into me and rubbing up against me. It was totally by accident, he was just really into his conversation with his buddy and oblivious to all else, but it was last annoyance I could tolerate at his hands so I moved over to the banquette and watched some guy taping the show on reel to reel. That was a lot more fun than it sounds. I was also conveniently set up behind the soundboard which is one of my four favorite places to be for a show, the others, in no particular order being dressing room, side of the stage or center back. When Rico came over to touch base I told him to grab his stuff and move it over because I had been forced to move from my other spot to get away from some guy who was feeling my ass for five minutes. Do you know what he said??? "Oh, it takes more than five minutes to feel YOUR ass." Then he waited with that 'hmmmm...I wonder if she's gonna kill me?' look. I was pissed because that was the funniest thing I've heard in like, well practically, EVER! My feeble retort "Well yeah, it does if you do it right!" was just reflex. It had no power. I got him back just a tiny bit a little later though when he was telling me he had a really good time running around Church and acting like a buffoon. "Oh believe me, that's no act!' Shit. It's gonna take me a really long time to get him back for that one. Someday Petroleum, your uppance will come!<br /><br />DMZ was amazing. The band sounded so tight it was scary. It was kind of strange seeing Monoman without his organ in front of him. He looked like a new kind of naked. With all his jumping around and tambourine smashing I was afraid he was going to spin off his axis and into another universe or something. He had lots to say between songs and I missed out on most of it. I'm either deafer than I think I am, or the sound in that place is not so good. Jeff was hollering for more monitor and when he descended into begging for it, I felt kind of bad. I guess we're all deaf now. If anyone has any idea what he was ranting about before he bellowed "Joe Strummer is DEAD to me" I'd love to know the gist. <br /><br />After the show I told Jeff they sounded fantastic and that was not easy in that place. He laughed as he pulled out a soft rectangular case from his bag. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a smaller fabric pouch which he opened. Inside that was a small case for his sunglasses. He put them in the case, and reversed the process, putting the case into the pouch and that back into the largest bag. It was like a Russian nesting doll sunglass holder. The reel to reel deck turned out to be a star of the night also. I was further entertained by Jeff trying to put the machine back into the case. Yes, surprise, the reel to reel was his. Analogman. That sounded kind of clever in my head, but it just doesn't look right written out...Anyway, he was trying to get the thing into the case which wasn't going to happen because he was trying to stow it in the top half of the case and it just would not fit in that way. I noted that aloud from the start, but he continued going at it with some confusion and much head scratching. Finally, there was no doubt in his mind that he was going about things the wrong way. The correct configuration of case and deck were achieved at last and as he snapped it shut Jeff was nice enough to note that I had been right all along and thanked me for the help. No problem man, anything for one of my rock star pals. You should have been there. I highly recommend the <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=7064603">Marsman</a> nights at Church. His DJ skills are superb and you'll run into lots of fun people and not all of them will touch your ass.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKn6mX8KrlCXi8D6NT0iupNVAgrBJG2TAXIq0B3QCWgMswAJnHE_IGO9FOD9U48Bmaafm4Byp_cLETdzx69GTVJCd57UMt21BMRSwckXM8_58sGT48JI9-xvg_elHs2iJkwGR9Ma3Z1XC/s1600-h/dmzspray.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKn6mX8KrlCXi8D6NT0iupNVAgrBJG2TAXIq0B3QCWgMswAJnHE_IGO9FOD9U48Bmaafm4Byp_cLETdzx69GTVJCd57UMt21BMRSwckXM8_58sGT48JI9-xvg_elHs2iJkwGR9Ma3Z1XC/s400/dmzspray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267053502810973154" /></a>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-45771236765846124352008-11-07T11:53:00.005-05:002008-11-08T13:43:46.140-05:00Frances Farmer Gals<a href="http://s291.photobucket.com/albums/ll287/Tontileo/?action=view¤t=jaew.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll287/Tontileo/jaew.jpg" border="0" alt="Jeri-Anne and Emily"></a><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=so33k1qmnm&v=1" width="400" height="200" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br />The Frances Farmer Gals were a band my dear old friend Jeri-Ann formed when she moved out west. She sent me a demo tape and I thought some of you that knew her would like to hear it. She sang and played bass. There was a club called The X-Ray that she played at often and I have included a live tape from a night The Gals played. I particularly love the Matthew Hein cut. <br /><br /><embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/box_explorer.swf?widgetHash=7o697ugvbx&v=1" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHY2srJUXbIxk-jqqz9vBF65lI4i-vr_4LB8vpQZVZ-3APSDDshIpywas9QMYwWAuyv5v1GMBPfiWN-VaHx-TaFgJOuSF9y2eRioP2cokRrG2B-INTo8BsCcJfXJY8BMKqhwZIcMXlS0n/s1600-h/me+and+ja.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHY2srJUXbIxk-jqqz9vBF65lI4i-vr_4LB8vpQZVZ-3APSDDshIpywas9QMYwWAuyv5v1GMBPfiWN-VaHx-TaFgJOuSF9y2eRioP2cokRrG2B-INTo8BsCcJfXJY8BMKqhwZIcMXlS0n/s400/me+and+ja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265972496052722818" /></a><br />Here we are at one of my legendary birthday parties. I'm sorry if I appear to be boasting, but I am just stating a fact. It was. 'Party of the Year' was a phrase I heard others use to describe the debauchery many times. Yes, that is Chet in the background and yes, most of the pictures from that night were creatively framed. Jeri-Ann was one of the most generous and loving people I have ever known. She will forever be dearly missed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoRFRsMTkDR2wbvd1UOoGs6_Dqi1sWylWcGwZxZEpvjIO_f7FPpffPSMdCHflyHhZNu9rGqPnnrQmTKZc0kY9dSmZ6SuwVLlbuXiLtjRRmLaJv-bPUbeqElXY6pqRKrOthiR3yTnpTCCE/s1600-h/janb2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoRFRsMTkDR2wbvd1UOoGs6_Dqi1sWylWcGwZxZEpvjIO_f7FPpffPSMdCHflyHhZNu9rGqPnnrQmTKZc0kY9dSmZ6SuwVLlbuXiLtjRRmLaJv-bPUbeqElXY6pqRKrOthiR3yTnpTCCE/s400/janb2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358917903151154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Xhj4w8_ZHmihRhsnthkzBKF9UVdkfbSJCZOBuml7aRdroTXU9a2Ao5VlMUrv7k0S4IDIrQ7CZYyY14Udszw9FUDFmx4iS_Tdh6qzjhfe5INCT7qON9rQ1UuxaHBnKtWT6c6XboY6GYN0/s1600-h/janb1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Xhj4w8_ZHmihRhsnthkzBKF9UVdkfbSJCZOBuml7aRdroTXU9a2Ao5VlMUrv7k0S4IDIrQ7CZYyY14Udszw9FUDFmx4iS_Tdh6qzjhfe5INCT7qON9rQ1UuxaHBnKtWT6c6XboY6GYN0/s400/janb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358912326880914" /></a><br />Here she is with her beautiful boy, Nikki Bo.Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-92074750020737509932008-09-12T05:14:00.007-04:002008-09-12T05:45:31.644-04:00Axe did rock, tape didn't roll...Hello babies, long time no see. I just got back from celebrating the 30th anniversary of Unnatural Axe and I have learned some hard lessons. First and most important, if you haven't used your equipment in awhile - take it out and play around with it a bit before you go out and attempt to use it in public. This applies to many things, but in this case I am talking about my camcorder. I decided to dust off my wide angle lens to shoot the second night of Axe celebration at Church and then I decided that I didn't like the fisheye effect and removed the offending lens, not realizing that I left a section of it on my camera which made it impossible to focus on anything for the rest of the night. So I now present the brief warm-up I did before I screwed up. It's historical is my story and I'm sticking to it. Miss Chain being presented by Richie to Willie with iconic personas passing by is a precious sight and I can only hang my head in abject shame that I missed the tableau of Cheeta Chrome paying Willie homage and then presenting his impossibly blond curly headed tyke to Willie as if to the Pope for a blessing. I'll always remember that, it was almost like watching animated stained glass, the scene was so darkly vibrant. It was a good night. Can't wait for their 50th.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2VJ42w6Wz4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2VJ42w6Wz4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127370856653239127.post-71426545881064122682008-08-21T03:23:00.010-04:002008-08-21T08:11:35.618-04:00"Twas the Night Before Axemas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi1Us96kZ43GEo_GuID1VTTz74kFm5_IAQyF-W65lnWpVnZ12r2aGAcU607mYTsokhDk9Zf4rBhTBzesvreeWwrPrO3dL0PSNqTLj-tHKaDur90KJ17eraYXOErIrSMn24DL7BKuqbivU/s1600-h/all3nightsyx7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi1Us96kZ43GEo_GuID1VTTz74kFm5_IAQyF-W65lnWpVnZ12r2aGAcU607mYTsokhDk9Zf4rBhTBzesvreeWwrPrO3dL0PSNqTLj-tHKaDur90KJ17eraYXOErIrSMn24DL7BKuqbivU/s400/all3nightsyx7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236869799289061122" /></a><br /><br />And all through the lands,<br />The old punks are getting ready,<br />To hear their favorite bands...<br /><br />No Cantone's, no Rat, Jumpin' Jack Flash or Inn Square,<br />No Storyville or Underground and Streets is not there,<br />No Channel, no Club, no Mavericks, no Space...<br /><br />Where will we all go?<br />Looks like Church is the first place...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6nw-BpTKRnku3lMJd_-6g9sPvhwpKUlZ6dssEij8ru3oghHwfyLGU_HFUKPBbsaL9ou1nApONjeiIhoo8gnfxCuvMsIjN3WQQrqUuomqcssDYR708IfcBPoljRrDGAQ7OxaOSJa7h0Xt/s1600-h/churchoy7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6nw-BpTKRnku3lMJd_-6g9sPvhwpKUlZ6dssEij8ru3oghHwfyLGU_HFUKPBbsaL9ou1nApONjeiIhoo8gnfxCuvMsIjN3WQQrqUuomqcssDYR708IfcBPoljRrDGAQ7OxaOSJa7h0Xt/s400/churchoy7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236869352812615058" /></a><br /><br />Great interview from the venerated <a href="http://www.bostongroupienews.com/UnnaturalAxeInterview.htm">Boston Groupie News</a>.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rrdmzBw1eI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rrdmzBw1eI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Q Tontileohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649498910414569076noreply@blogger.com0