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Our Dumb BBQ 7/5/2008
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Nay Nay and Kristin Took Pix. We had a lot of tents, beer, and food. Here are some links: Nadine’s Pix: Kristin’s Pix (with some Martini Red action too): |
We Harbor No Ill Will The show
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We Harbor No Ill Will The show Dave Sellitto’s Sound Check The Post Modern Folk Revolution The Humans The Chruch Of Manlove Best in Show Radio Nadines Pix Doc’s Pix Angelo’s Pix “A W E, that’s you and me…”- The Church of Manlove We worked since the spring getting our yard in order. This summer I have dug a hole in the back, behind the hedge line, and have made a dog poop composter. If there is one product with produce here in abundance, its dog shit. So I got myself a poop bucket, a shit stick, a shit shovel, and my dog dirt hole, behind the treeline. Twice a week, I walk thru the yard, poop hunting. I will fill up my bucket, add some water and “environmentally friendly” septic solution and pour the poop water mixture down the poop shoot. Weeks past dog waste is usally a stinky paste like brown slop, and it stinks real bad. But our grass has never been greener. So after I’m done poop hunting I mow the grass, which takes some time, huntdown additional previously missed poops, and add that to the poop slop mixture behind the tree line. Our yard is looking pretty great these days, despite its basic ghetto old chair appearence. Nadine uncle has been giving us hostas for a number of years, so we have quite a nice garden of giant blooming plants. The ivy is really starting to cover the walls, and the hedge/poop shoot barrier is also getting very full. We have come into the possesion in the last few years of various old paving blocks, either for free or next to free on Craigs List, so we now have a modest little crooked patio (less grass to mow!) and a little path. We got a bunch of free mulch and dirt from the dump this year, so things are really looking rustic. Amidst my chore I became a little upset.There was a big corporate sponsored rock festival happening here on SI, called “Rock The Harbor” that was being finaced by the new catering hall at Snug Harbor (who closed down our favorite summer time brunch spot, Cafe Botanica), A bunch of my friends were going to be performing, but Tryptophan was never asked, I guess we never got in good with Ben Johnson, the SI Advance AWE section music writer (who I met the a few days ago and seem allright) who picked the acts, so we were overlooked, nothing new for this band. I wrote some cranky and sarcastic letters, bitched, moaned, cleaned up poop, got published as a lead letter. See previous blog entry. After 15 years of playing the small and ever shrinking alternative scene here on Staten Island, I feel some entitlement, but obviously in a broke ass, zero economy tiny scene, that don’t mean shit, and is an outrageous joke. Nobody much loved me 15 years ago, and it remains true today. They dont call me Manbaby for nothing. I have allways been some kinda background lurker of little influence to what is hot at the moment. Thank god Nick and Frank, and now Steve, have some sense of understanding, but other peoples indifference is a rough thing to hit you in the face year after year. You take your shots, lay low, and hope for some more time, another song, another practice, another show. You build some lasting friendships, people come and go with the weather. So I talked to the band and Nadine, we all decided, why not, lets have a show, an alternate party for us “old timers” and outcasts, others that were also not asked to be involved with big corporate festival, yet were still people we were close with, played with for years, and all very valid artists. Plus, with a number of other musical festivals happening on Staten Island that day, it sure felt like it was going to be a historical day in local entertainment, whatever that is worth. We all wanted to take part, doing what we love, playing music and having fun. This turned out to be a controversial decision. I realized right off the bat there would be insulted parties (I didnt know who yet though), and called the show “We Harbor No Ill Will”. We put a snarling german shepard on the flyer (in tribute to our pup Roxy), and eventually added an Ikan kitty too, to soften the message. We subsequently took a lot of flack for this decision, as previously mentioned some friends in bands and dj’s thought we were doing this to try to screw them up. None of this was helped by the fact that I asked Terrible Tim to play, a local songwriter with a locally famous cable access show, who known for his funny and crass styles, mocking songs and generally distubtive, but often funny behavior at local open mikes. Tim on his own accord proceeded to redub the show “The Ill Will Show” and go on a posting rampage savaging and mocking both Ben Johnson, for not letting him play the corporate festival; and my old friend and open mike host Jay Miller. Things got so bad, Jay condemned the party, and branded us all homophobes, implied I was intolerant to black people, seemingly because Tim wrote a song depecting Jay as a sexually active gay man, in very vulgar language. That da-da-da-da is infectious! Tim often substituting names of people he has singled out as worthy for his tunes, be they people at open mike or cable access he has befriended or been rolled over by. He can verbally depict people in very graphic situations, all the while with a tuneful yodal. I think more often then not Tim hits it right out of the park, and while he is not someone I am close with, I find him a very entertaining songwriter, who parody while twisted and dark, evokes Frank Zappa, Daniel Johnston and The Dead Kennedys all at once.Tim is he is known to say, gets no love. Early on I asked Tim to tone it down a bit, and he was quite sure no one takes him seriously, its all a supposed to be funny and he brings it 100%, and “thats what you sign up for”. So I got out of his way. Also slighted were some of my friends in The Wahoo Skiffle Crazies, (SI only jugband!) who spoke out against me and even created artwork mocking my show. I think it was all in good fun, but its hard to be sure. Several other friends told me straight out I was a dick. My intention was to harbor no ill will, and I proceed to get more ill will then anyone. I set myself up for this I realize, but with artists wanting to be a part of it our little party, there was no turning back. I clung to the notion, that nothing we were going to here in my yard would have an effect on a show that potentially was going to draw thousands of people. Everyone I know who was invloved with the show the signled the promoters were hoping for the big numbers. I knew that with the exception of Nadine and the other guys in the band, NO ONE invloved that was going to come here was likely going to the big show anyways. I did not expect more then 40 people total, and in the end that what we got, including the bands. We had no effect on the festival except to give something to rally against by some festival participants. The primary complaint was that we were insulting everyone because we were not going to attend and support the big show, but also bring ruin upon it, by holding “competive” show. We charged no money, ran no advertising, printed zero flyers. Tim put out a lot of materials thru his show, and on the web, and in the end that brought T2, Ed Droogie (local SI personalites), and some girlfriends. So I get the bands, make a schedule, recruit my old enigneer buddy Alex to come help do sound and record the show. We battle the rain, some artists get bumped including Tim, when it starts to pour for a second time. We managed to move the party down to Martini Red, Manny granted Dog & Pony a spot. I got warm greetings all around, and proceeded to get shit faced drunk. No matter what the detractors said, in the end, we all had a great time, created some lasting art and memories. It was worth every minute. I want to thank all the people who came or offered understanding, Manny for the drinks. Big up to Mcallen and the Dog & Pony dudes who were absolutely great! |
We Harbor No Ill Will preview
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We Harbor No Ill Will preview
Well, if your prone to belive everything Terrible Tim says, he calls this the “Ill Will” party, McAllan insists the true name is “The Revenge Show”. I hear people over at “Rock The Harbor” are calling it the anti-show. I have gotten some flack, some jeers, proved to the world that the SI Advance will basicly publish anything. Many people have, quietly, approached me and egged me on. Say what ever you want, go wherever you have to be. What started as a bitter little joke to Tim Duffy has now bloomed into a full day of music, and I keep adding artists who, previous to this were all people I was buddies with or had worked on music with in the past. Everyone truly needs to understand that I really harbor no ill will for RTH, sure I was sad, but when life hands you lemons, uh, yuck I hate lemons. I like cherries in my Diet Coke, The Shirley Hemple. Here is what you need to know: All Day “DJ Russy Berry” with the exception of Nadine and I, none of Russy’s buddys will be here. They will be Harboring a Rock. Russy like to play all kinds of pop and punk, and will be keeping the music flowing as we move from artist to artist. He will also take on all chalengers in a hot dog eating contest. 2:00 pm “David Selitto” is one of the finest songwriters I know. A great lyricist and guitar player, David was backing Joey Semz until Joey’s untimely death last year. David has no musicpage on the myspace but you can hear his recent song, “He Was A Friend of Mine” right here: 4:15pm “The Semz Singers” is Rachel Blandi, Rob Carey, Ron Hill, and Steve Pepe as we cover and pay tribute to late, great NYC artist Joey Semz. 5:00pm “The Humans” are one of the longest running groups from Staten Island that is known to perform brit pop influcenced tunes. They just released their new cd “Songs From The Empty Field” which you will be able to pick up at the party. 6:45 pm “Dog & Pony” is a fucking awesome band featuring everybodys favorite fucker Mcallan. Sounds like a vintage Nirvana and Butthole Surfers, hard as hell. These boys are hauling their asses in from Philly, so show em some love! 8:15pm “Terrible Tim” is looking for the love and always finding the hate. Tim writes wicked pop songs that parody all manner of SI people. His show on cable access has been on since cable access started. I like to think of Tim as being some kinda retarded cross between the Dead Kennedys and Daniel Johnston. Things I Hope To Happen The plan is for beer, and hot dogs. I will have the bbq, and love donations. I’m gonna try to record the whole show on the multitrack. The artist count alone now is 24 people so with various spouses, buddies, cheapskates, dogs and cats, this is looking like a much bigger party then I thought it would be. I welcome all comers if your RTH day turns into a shipwreck, or if you are just poor. |
Dear Ben
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After finding out about the festival today from Tim and Rory’s posts and doing a little digging around, it seems that you you asked everyone else in town to play your festival but Tryptophan. My feelings are very hurt. I am writing this as I need an outlet to express my pain, and as we don’t really know each other, please understand this is nothing personal. When I told David Elliot (who is playing) how upset i was to have been overlooked, he said its not like you ever play. I reminded him we have done 10 or 11 shows in the past 13 months, usually fairly well attended too, and we have been on a particular creative roll lately, with the addition of the visuals of Tim Nolan and Steve Pepe’s guitar work (thanks again for the piece a few months back). These guys are both genius’s at what they do, and have been lending their considerable talents to the team. They see something in what we do. And because of this we are better then we have ever been. So it a real letdown to me that after 15 years of organizing and playing shows and recording peoples demos, and writing and releasing scores of our own songs, that in all this time doing this we are still taken for granted, or worse, just plain forgotten, esp now when as a creative unit, we are on such a high. Something cool is happening, and we will be outside the gates. I would have loved to have played this festival, but alas it is not to be. So on that day, I will be sitting at home, wondering what has become of my life. I might play some guitar to a wall. I might drink some beer. I might invite over some other rejects to cry with me too. I might end up working out some new ideas or mixing some recordings for the band. It will be my loss and yours. So in regard to all this I just wanted to let you know that, you really know how to make a guy feel like Terrible Tim! Good luck with your show. Your pal, |
New Drink: The Shirley Hemphill
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The Drew Wilkes Roast
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The Drew Wilkes was a celebration of the life and times of Drew Wilkes, featuring Nick, Adam, Marisa, Kevin, Drew Lil Bro Danny, and a scary clown with a large fake black penis. Drew protrait by Rachel Hirshfield Fiere.Thanks to the Muddy Cup for the hosting, and for Drew for being such a loser!

Here is the url for the pix: http://flickr.com/photos/ditko/sets/72157603467586438/
And here was my speech (thanks to Vito and McAllen for the extra material!) This also includes the lost Steve Goffin material as our new mayor had to go fluff at the Tony Bennett show.
Hi, My Name is RH, and just like the rest of you, I’m here tonight to roast Drew Wilkes. That Orson Welles looking motherfucker over there. This is gonna be a strange monolog cause the jokes are gonna be real inside stuff, and also, I bet, not very funny and poorly delivered. Somehow Marisa thought it would be a good idea to get a bunch of nerdy musicians and clerks to try their hand at stand up comedy at Drews expense. Of course, this is the same girl that thought nothing of fucking dirty Nick.
Some of you might know that for the past year or 2 I have depended on Drew on a run a business I am responsible for. This fact is causing me to age rapidly, as I am clearly fucked having to depend on HIM. Look at my white hair! I used to be young, fat and carefree, but since Drew has entered the equation, I’m old, fat and completly stressed out. Can someone get me a cookie?Drew and I sell comic books for a living, which in theory should be a very easy job. However, this is Drews second time around selling comics. He was fired once from the comic store, because he would frequently forget to show up. For days at a time. I think their was either girls or mushrooms involved, or perhaps both. Also he was spotted at this time dressed as an elf warrior at Game Stop. At any rate, he was fired from his job at the comic store. Which is slightly more embarrassing then being fired from Martini Red, right Steve?
For the record, we hardly fire anyone. We pay terrible, because lets face it, we sell comics, and that’s something you get into if you have daddy issues or are REALLY into living in poverty, and Drew was perfect for the job…when he was there. So like I said, Drew managed to get fired, but things being as they are, he got his job back a few months later. Slim pickings for good comic store clerks., but you know… this borough breeds kids with daddy issues and poverty acceptance.
Lately we have seen a more serious grown up Drew but he still has his little quirks. When he comes in late, it’s not because he was out partying the night before…it’s because a WarCraft expansion pack came out. Instead of not showing up, he instead has giving up bathing and grooming, which as any of you can ask Nick, will take you right to the top of the comic book chain. Instead of taking psychedelics and wandering the streets, Drew hosts Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon tournaments for 14 year old boys.
What the fuck happened to you?
Many of Drew good friends are here tonight:
Well, what can I say about Nick. I see him everyday, I work with him, I play in a band with him, I have a studio with him, and now hes moved his girlfriend onto my block. He keeps getting closer and closer to me. And from what I understand he no longer calls out Adams name when hes having sex with his girl, and is now is calling out mine! You can’t poke my bottom dude, thats reserved for Ditko. Ditko is my little dog, haha.
So I prepared this speech in advance, and I wrote 2 things for Steve whether or not he won:
Steve loses
Steve, your the loser in the race for the NS Mayor, I have to ask how does one lose anything to Tim Duffy? According to the NY Times, Tim is now forever locked in the collective unconsciousness as that drunk fat guy waiting for the ferry at 5am, The Ultimate Loser. You were beat by The Ultimate Loser. I still love you man, just dont fucking hug me.
Steve Wins
Steve, our new NS Mayor is here on the dias. So you actually beat Tim Duffy. It must feel like quite a victory. Usually the only time Steve feels like a victor is when he is shaking down special ed kids in the school yard for their candy money.
And Steves manager Kevin Devlin is here. I dont really know much about you man. But I understand you consider Drew and Steve as your best friends, so I based on this I must assume your into FURRY sex and then weeping on the kitchen floor afterwards.
And Adam and Marisa are here tonight..I guess by now everyone’s seen adam and marisa’s little clip online. i think it was called 2 girls one cup. (wait for thunderous applause). for anyone who doesn’t know 2 girls one cup is the online movie where adam shits in a cup and then adam and marisa eat it and then throw up into each others mouths. you guys are a real class act. but then again i’m up all night beating off to it. Seriuosly thought, these 2 were cited in the NY Times as being 2 of the leaders of SI hipster culture. Paul Bruno and I want a recount. But they are like the Yoda and Obi-Gay Kenobi of SI hipsters. These 2 have known Drew since they were kids and I suppose have had a lot of influence over him, shaping him into the man is today, their star student, the Luke Skywalker of dressing like a fag.
(Pause for effect here)
Good job!
Thanks for listening to my amateurish lisping bullshit.

hopeful
