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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

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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