HEAVY PERSUASION

Honestly I know I post the Mac on here like every other month but youtube is plentiful and I've got the time and you've got the money. Just for the record Mic Fleetwood is NOT wearing carny makeup!!! He is actually this strung out I think. I also can't tell if the stagehand pouring beer into his mouth from behind the china bells is supposed to be serious or funny. I think serious? Also peep the look Buckingham shoots Nicks at 2:50. I think it translates to "I'm going to choke you the fuck out in a few weeks". I would take him seriously he is dressed like a Quaker. I gathered some other goodies too:

PRETTY SURE YOU CAN'T START A SET OFF MORE BRUTAL THAN THIS

"VISUAL WRITIN OR SOME SHIT LIKE DAT"

NYHC was always pretty much straight up funny for me even in the 90s where alot of this shit got the get out jail free card. But 1:50 of this straight up rules. Dude in beater, puerto rican necklace, wearing a straight up East Pack. I guess I missed this. And for that I can thank those internets.

SCOTTSMALLIN.COM: ABSOLUTE BEAST

If you listen closely you can still hear Dot Coms Southern Drawl cutting through this Saturday Morning cartoons voice.

PUT THE METER BACK ON

It's weird when I came to the realization last nite that Bickle is also 26 in Taxi Driver and how relevant that seems these days. Not saying I am going to go hunt street hustlers and pimps or anything but this transaction here REALLY SUMS UP 26 FOR ME METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING.

SPEED KNOTS ALL OVER YOUR HEAD

Off the strength of Bishop's comment about 50 sounding weird on War Angel I had to queue it up for myself. He sounds weird alright. How you like that Todd Macfarlan cover?? Looking like the cover of a Sega CD release. 50 has about 10 different voices now. His hooks have become more transexual than ever. Totally gender bender. It sounds like there are a lot of features but I think it's just him. Maybe a side effect of getting shot in the mouth I would imagine. I dunno, I like everything post Get Rich or Die Trying cept for The Massacre and I think this is the strongest release yet! Also check COCAINE with Robin Thicke on the chorus, you know, Alan Thicke's son that must have been exposed to Jamiriquie at an early age. Disses about niggas with mohawks and skinny jeans all intact.

There is a strong push for THE FIRST DAY FAMILY FESTIVAL in the projects on this also. I think this is the Bonaroo of WIC, anyone wanna go?? August 30. Curtis recommends you get your haircut for it.

MAD DOG GOD DAM

A lot of people don't know there is a second Hollywood.
Hollywood, Florida.
It is kind of like the same thing except the most famous person is Dan Marino. Ok that's totally not the same thing at all. But you know what I mean, the tans are bad and the people are trashy.

I lived on Hollywood Beach in a hotel paid for by the US Government when I was a kid. My mom's second husband (I list second because it's third now) had some kind of Secret Service type job that I didn't know much about let alone care much about at the time that had moved us down there for a few years.



I was stoked on this because the Hollywood Beach Hotel was down the street from my cousin Brian who lived with my uncle Mike who looked like David Lee Roth. Uncle Mike ran down the strip of Hollywood Beach everyday with his shirt off, leather skin gleaming in the sun. I bet he is still doing that and the leather is just more damaged. Actually I wonder what happened to COUSIN BRIAN come to think of it. He is probably really serious with kids and an addiction to the Miami Dolphins where as my version of 26 is posting on Twitter about bad Pink Panther tattoos and Steely Dan.

There was and I'm sure still is not shit to do on Hollywood Beach. There was an arcade and a movie theatre painted Pink. Not sassy pink but faded Miami 70's pink. I saw Cool Runnings there. We stayed in a suite on the top floor and I made shitty drawing in a ratty sketch pad I had trying to be Jim Lee or something. At the time I didn't know I was destined to make bad music instead of bad drawings. Someone recently told me about how that area and Pembroke Pines, where I would later live, is now a huge booming commercial district instead of it's previous incarnation as a backdrop to Scarface.

I was thinking on checking into the Hollywood Beach Hotel sometime but that kind of full circle may blow my fucking mind too much. Uncle Mike if you are reading this hit me up I wanna go on a run and I'm sorry that I called you David Lee Roth but it was a complement you know?

THE DECLINE OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION

twitter.com/spanishdancerrr

because Jim Jones said so.

CLOCKED IN

There is an article in this week's Phoenix entitled "Weird and Wired" which has a chunk in it on Spanish Dancer:

"And Anthony Ferreira, frontman for Spanish Dancer, is a sort of Renaissance City stab at Prince. Born to a Dominican father and Italian mother, he started out with post-punk outfit A Trillion Barnacle Lapse, which caught the attention of the Pitchfork web site, among other arbiters of cool.

Then it was on to the short-lived, but promising Honeyhander, described in these pages as a “dizzy brew of psychedelia and indie shoegazer,” before Ferreira re-emerged as Spanish Dancer — a greasy, flamboyant stage presence at his most outlandish in the early going.

Early Spanish Dancer was really kind of gaudy,” he said, in a recent telephone interview, a day after performing at the Spazzatorium, an underground club in Greenville, North Carolina. “I wore 60 gold chains and giant diamond earrings.”
But Ferreira, who was touring with drummer Eric Hastings, guitarist Matt Vaughan, and saxophone and electronics whiz Nick Caito, said Spanish Dancer has toned down the act a touch since then.

“People say to me, ‘This isn’t one big, sarcastic scam like it used to be,’ ” he said.

And there may be some wisdom behind the move.

Denizens of the electronic scene say a tassle of artists who have placed a premium on fun might go a little further with a touch of the serious."

The entire article is here: http://thephoenix.com/Providence/Music/84521-Weird-and-wired/

HEART OF MEDINA

Have I mentioned about how much Seal we've been listening to on tour?? Ok maybe we didn't listen to Seal A LOT per se. Maybe we actually just listened to Seal for like an hour. But metaphorically speaking I was listening to Seal the entire time you know what I'm saying?? The new shit is like what it sounds like waking up next to Heidi Klum in a California King not really too sure when the last time you viewed the balance on your checking account was. I would actually like to sound like that too but I've been sleeping next to Dan Burns and checked my balance 26 and a half minutes ago but who's counting.



Eric actually had some bigtime session recording thing to do in Philly so he could not play the last show of tour in Manhattan. It's hard to tell someone they should pass up 2 grand and drink well whiskey in the back of Lit Lounge instead. We dropped him off in the City of Brotherly Love which we surprisingly in and out of in like 10 minutes. Wow! And furthermore the commute from Philly to NYC is about 13 seconds so when we got there Dan bounced to Queens to bro down with his Queens people, Rodney went on a fruitless bus trip ticket mission in Midtown, and I walked 40 blocks with the Shaman not finding what I was looking for. Actually I'm not even sure what I was looking for. You always think your going to find some golden item or have an epiphany in NYC until you realize they have the same stuff in Providence except for a five thousand dollar sweat band on 5th avenue that you didn't need anyway.

Seen Brain pushing a mountain bike and Paul Sevigny from A.R.E walking down a side street and did not get to say word up in time. I did however see Erik Weapons who was bartending at Lit who in turn immediately dropped the Nick Bishop bomb. A.R.E Weapons loves Nick Bishop. Bishop runs into Matt every random time he is in NYC. I once threw a warehouse party with the weapons and Bishop in PVD it was some beautiful shit. I think they collab now with Alan Vega on some stuff but that might be old news actually.

As usual it is nearly impossible to fit all of your gear on Lit's stage and when you jump your head hit's the ceiling (and I'm 5'8 for the record). Mikelams filled in drums and it was like old times except more people onstage. The Press (the band) makes it out but misses the set. Did I mention they killed it when we played with them in Brooklyn? Carried gear up the SAW IV staircase and little Providence was on the horrizon. BOO. No I'm kidding. It was good to head back. I missed the puppy and the lady and I knew we had some menacing shit to write for the next record upon our arrival.

It was real. Good to meet so many amazing people and even better to see all the old ones.
Until next time my good doobies
TONIETONETONY

JUELZ HUFFY

This is my favorite picture of all time I think. This is Dan Burns the morning after our Myrtle Beach date at the amazing Scott Smallin's new posh pad. I threatened over the mic at least twice that I was moving in. Dude lives what I'd like to refer to as "the life". If I am a good doobie in this life I hope to come back as Scott Smallin.



Also, while I'm back tracking here, some serious weird shit went down while we were in NC. If I didn't mention it before, Greenville North Carolina looks a bit like 28 days later or something. There are tons of buildings and houses and cars but no one walking around. The locals blamed it on Memorial Day, but there was still something eerie about it. We went to a Hess station to buy some gangsta 40's, yet another thing you cannot do in the north, and while we were in there this crack head looking like Juelz Santana came swaying in. We got our stuff and were waiting for the last of us who were inside when I hear the old leather lady behind the counter scream "STOP HIM!". Juelz started to speed off on his (most likely stolen) women's bike and we were stunned and just looked at each other. This trucker who was outside silently smoking the entire time grabbed his arm causing an 18 RACK of beer to fall from underneath his tall tee. Although Juelz did get away, the box smashed to the ground and beers were rolling all over the parking lot.

You have to understand how big an 18 rack is. Seriously, look down at the shirt you're wearing right now. How big of a box can you fit underneath that? Like a box of tissue maybe at best. Well dude had a box the size of a 3 year old child underneath there and attempted to transport it via WOMEN'S BIKE. I guess go big or go home right?

Missing one of many continental breakfast's during hotel stays, we left Greenville feeling good. The kids love to do drugs and pogo and the thieves got balls. When we get to D.C I realize the towel in my bag is what was causing the peculiar odor in the back of the van. Towels in bags apparently have the shelf life of about 5 or 6 days before turning on you. I thew it away in a garbage barrel near some projects and carried some gear into the venue.

The last time Spanish had played The Red & Black, it was just me, a mini synth, a light, some eggshakers, and a mic. This was on tour with THE SHOW IS THE RAINBOW. Darren Keen had watched a GG video at Petersen's old pad the night before and was subconsciously inspired to get naked and throw something as hard as he could at his projector screen. He said it was just coincidence and would have gotten naked anyway but I don't know about that.



This was the first and only venue that fucked us for money on tour. It happens. You have a ton of paying people at the door and are greeted with a shrug at the end of the nite by the owner. It's not like being a prostitute and you just call your pimp. Although having some guy that looks like Disco Rick break someones legs would have been nice. So you just collect your losses and sell some black metal tees and head out. The crowd did rule though. Some kid did the worm during FATHER CHARISMA of all songs!

ORGAN BURNS ELECTRIC GUITAR CHURNS

Somehow on previous tours Spanish had not had the chance to pop into Myrtle Beach. If you've never been to MB, it is basically a series of 4,000 billboards of the most bizarre imagery advertisements for miles and miles before even getting there to begin with.

I was excited to see palm trees. I asked why they looked so dead. I was told they were Palmetto trees. Ooops. Like palmetto BUGS? Seen some of those too actually.

MB is also home to my main dude SCOTT SMALLIN. Scott's exquisite new pad made me actually consider moving towards the warmth. I guess the historic destruction and grim snowflakes of the NE are starting to give me lulu vibes.

So we've done a good chunk of shows and touring over the last two years but nothing compared to a couple of the things I seen at this show:

-A set that was reminiscent of something like Alicia Silverstone in the Crush meets Prurient

-a bartender set her tits on fire with the use of matches and long nipples

-a dude that looked like jack the pumpkins king roll up onto the deck of the bar with a bicycle that was shaped like a chopper.

The rest I wont even dare speak about. But MB was on some serious shit and if you were there thanks for the time.

Upon getting into Greenville North Carolina, we found sushi for 2.50 A ROLL. And good sushi at that. Why do I not live in the south again?





The Spazzatorium Galleria was sick. Crazy crowd of renegade kids out of their minds on god knows what. Someone straight up had a dog running around during the show. We played WIDOWS for the first time ever which is basically the most sludged out noise banger, or maybe only sludged out noise banger we have in our catalog. It ruled I think we are gonna keep doing it for the rest of tour.

This guy said he was going to rock the Dominican Black Metal tee for the next two years straight. I kind of believed him.

SLEEP'S HOLY MOUNTAIN

Not sure how I forgot to mention this, but in Virginia we came across some kind of Mexican Burlington Coat Factory cowboy arcade. I'm not going to even try to explain that I think. Dan described it as what American will look like in 200 years.

Oh did anyone see the shit we were streaming from PLAZA BOWL? I tried to get a still on the webcam but it didn't work out. It looked like we were checking our email in outer space if you seen it. Nick Miller came in straight up rocking a SLEEP shirt. This is also awesome because Rodney has a SLEEP tattoo I would come to find.


Migwell and NFM

Actually NFM DID describe this venue to me via a text as "looking like time travel" some weeks ago. Cubscout and Rhino played this particular banger. FIND THEM. They murdered it. We broke some strings and played Eerie Indiana which we have been playing since again. Oldtime stylie.



Afterwards we had an Afghan Whigs dance party where Nick Miller tells me he once djed at a strip club and played "Somethin Hot". This is why this dude is my cosmic brother.

Then we headed to Myrtle Beach where things got real tapped. To be continued next time I have a minute to get on this thing.

LOVE/RESPECT
P TONIE

PREMIUM SKULL

So upon getting to Wilkes-Barre we make a fantastic discovery that we left an amp back in Brooklyn. Which is even funnier because we were doing things like, you know, hanging out in the park there while not even thinking about it. See the clear look of concern:



Popped off the set in the WB and then straight up hauled booty back to BK where our Vox was still intact at Bruar Falls. YAY!

Right now we are streaming the show from Richmond. It is at a bowling alley venue called Plaza Bowl. Xiu Xiu played here recently I wonder what Jamie Stewart looked like across this blinking backdrop. Nick Miller who was here once texted me from a show here saying "It is what time travel looks like."

Cubscout and the Rhino as well as VIKING are doing this thing with us tonite. Im stoked to see em actually. I wonder what it will sound like with pins getting destroyed.

IF MORRISSEY WERE FROM QUEENS

Brooklyn is always six thousand degrees hotter than Providence even though not much more virtually south. Bruar Falls is on Grand street which is 4 or 5 store fronts down from a small D.I.Y (?) church. When we walked by it there was a lady, approximately 150 years old, playing a tambourine and screaming really high while 2 old men and a small child watched the "set" from some pews. I would have a picture of it for you but the Shaman fronted hard and got scared to go in and get a clear shot. BOOO. The back of the stage at BF had a weird curtain with something looking like a Cindi Lauper hologram projected on it. Although the venue was cool they had this weird thing about not turning the BEATS loud, yet, there are drums playing anyway also??? I guess they have some kind of weird neighborhood policy thing and a women upstairs caled the Feds. BOOOO. It was after the show was over though so it didnt matter anyway. The cop looked like Robert Dinero from what I could see from the van except 4 foot 1.





We did this show with MUBU and this new band or to new to me THE PRESS that I was stoked to see and they totally murdered it. They were real Q.T pies too. Probably gigantic in 12 months.



Our boy MAY I BE FRANK was djing round the corner so we went to dig that too. He once told me freestyle dude Noel was "The Morrissey of Queens". Actually was right then and he's right now:



Frank also slapped my nearly bare ass so hard it might as well been Oscar de la Hoya punching my teeth out. It was actually worse. If an effeminate gay man ever asks to slap your ass don't go for it. He also dropped the line upon coming into Kat Deem's packed Brooklyn pad floor ".....8,000 COCKS!! LETS GET STONED!!"

STEELY BILL

All members of every band should sing I think. Imagine doing sound for these guys. "Yeah we needs seven lead vocal mics. Also our guitar player stage left may appear to be in rem sleep but he's just soloing. Oh and lastly Tony Danza's twin is filling in on keys tonite. Other than that our set up is pretty straight forward."

Also Bill Cosby's face at 0:16 sums up alot of things for me these days.

GOOD NOTHING/ BAD NOTHING

So yea THIS is back in rotation again. I usually revive this like once a year, you know get pumped for the summer. Dan Burns recently pointed out that Freaky Frusciante looks like someone from Olneyville, name witheld, in which I said that I think everyone living in Olneyville either gets this look or Vincent Gallo's at age 30. It's like getting your ARP card, it automatically happens if you live to a certain age. I mean don't get me wrong that rules. Anyway there is a real good point somewhere in one of the six parts of this interview where he talks about the difference between "Good Nothing's" and "Bad Nothing's". Don't kid yourself it totally makes sense. I think in this part he is talking about not having enough money for coke and going into bookstores in LA and looking at pictures of Bowie to feel like he was coke but I can't be sure because there is no sound in the AS220 sound booth computer (isn't that crazy actually?). This also proves that the average human body can go through more than you think without disintergrating completely. I think he revived himself with yoga or spinning courses or something. TRUE MEN DON'T KILL COYOTES!

Also, completed unrelated, can we talk about THIS guy:



This SCOOP NECK shirt is killing it!! I think the chest hair shaped around the scoop was calculated too. This is, according to the media, the mastermind behind 9/11, I don't follow that kind of thing, but he DOES look a little stressed out. Actually this might actually be related to the above. Maybe this is what Frusciante looks like on the inside during that interview.

THE GREAT AMERICAN SCREAM MACHINE

So as some of you may know Spanish Dancer has quietly been producing songs for dolo pop wonder STERLING SILVER. We managed to bang one out at The Wayne Gayle a few weeks ago called "The Great American Scream Machine" which is now streaming on the MAGISTRATE OF CHRIST page for your pleazure. Someone told me it is a roller coaster at Six Flags. I guess that makes sense. I have no idea what the mirror maze is though although it sounds nuts.

CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE

Photos from Friday's Tazza giggles by The Shaman:

WHY IS THERE A POSTER OF FREESTYLE LEGEND STEVIE B IN THE PROVIDENCE LIGHTHOUSE CAFETERIA?

I should probably start an entirely seperate blog dedicated to this kind of thing called "Spanish Dancer's Twilight Zone".

THIRSTY RAT DOGS

To commemorate the fact that Rodney French and Coolshadez went to see The Grateful Dead today, I decided to do my annual "Ratdog" search and post up the fruits of my findings. I remember seeing a really good one of him in orange coochie cutters once but typing in "Bob Weir Orange short shorts" yielded results that are probably not appropriate for public viewing.








(not Ratdog but Cherry Garcia in a Santa Hat I think)



(and my personal favorite)

BUMMED OUT GLOW

The newnew Spanish dancer digital 7" is up for download on the house here.






"Not 3 months after the release of Spanish Dancer's debut long-player Burned Up, Bred High on Cozy Music comes the new Snoozer Hotel b/w Father Charisma digital 7" via Spanish's own Magistrate of Christ imprint. While Spanish's debut was sonically linked to Prince through an Evil Heat kaleidoscope, Snoozer Hotel may be Brian Wilson having a knife fight with Wolf Eyes in Twin Peaks. Spanish Dancer, now five headbangers total, are now scurrying down some covert path with a suitcase of jangly pychedelia and soul stomps with a destination annonymous.
"

INDIAN SUMMER

Sunday April 19th @ AS220 PROVIDENCE
CHAIN & THE GANG (FT. IAN SVENONIOUS)
THE HIVER DWELLERS (FT. CALVIN JOHNSON)
SPANISH DANCER

Show starts at 9pm
ALL AGES

THORNHILL JAMS

PHOTOS FROM ROSE ALLEY BY FK THORNHILL












BURNED UP, BRED HIGH RELEASE PARTY PHOTOS BY FK THORNHILL