So Cat Jams is now officially over. The final show was held at Ragtag Cinemacafe in Columbia, Missouri, on Sunday, January 20 2008; it featured a reunion performance by the Pows (Zach and Rex playing as the Pows for the first time since 2005, with Terry, who played with the group at their inception in 2002), and a farewell performance by OBELISK & MC Cat Genius, as well as a retrospective of Cat Jams family video works, and the release of the final Cat Jams catalog item. Four days later, I began a week-long cross-country trip with my nine-years-no-see father and six-months-no-see girlfriend, which ended with me and Emily living in San Francisco, where I'm attending a four-month six-day-a-week digital video production workshop at San Francisco State University. For me, it means saying goodbye to Columbia, the only town I've ever loved, after six years; it's also the first time I've left Missouri, with no plans to return, since my family moved here in 1993. Missouri, the only state I've ever hated. Aw, it's not that bad.
This is a partial post while I continue preparing the official Cat Jams obituary. Yeah, I know Cat Jams shut down more than two months ago.
The Move article has several blatant factual inaccuracies (natch) but overall does a good job of conveying what went down at the last show. The photos are absolutely fantastic; you should definitely look at those. And the Tribune article is the last thing Mary Nguyen ever wrote for the Tribune; Chris Boeckmann took over her position because they can pay him less (and he's also a very talented writer). Mary is one of the only journalists I have actually looked forward to working with, because she has excellent taste in restaurants.
• Emily Foster has been showing her films, including a new one, in a shit-ton of places. San Francisco, Columbia, Chicago, Italy, fuck y'all.
• James Harvey has been doing too much great stuff to enumerate.
• LAST RELEASE ARTWORK & LINER NOTES
The final Cat Jams catalog item,
JAM-∞ DATA DVD-R v/a RIP Cat Jams Label 2002-2008, January 20 2008, 519 tracks 4.3 gigabytes, limited run of 60,
is now unavailable. If you had any interest in this, you probably already have one, or one is in the mail to you. If those two categories do not include you, email me and I'll send you a burn with no packaging.
This release includes, as an mp3 data DVD-R, everything that I never got around to releasing with Cat Jams, as well as some Cat Jams-related releases and recordings. Here, more or less, is the tracklist, in PDF form (your tracklist may vary).
The final release is packaged in the 60ish jewel cases I had left in my closet, and burned on the 60ish DVD-Rs I had left on a spindle. The artwork is themed around the death of label owner Blanche Braden, my cat (in spirit if not realty), who is not dead, but who is going to be if she doesn't stop pooping in the house. The discs are beautifully silkscreened in four alternate two-color schemes, designed and printed by Matt Verges (1, 2). The white one glows in the dark. The back artwork is by Brian Blomerth. The front cover artwork was done by sixteen different artists, with a range of Cat Jams pedigrees. Here is a Flickr set with all of the artwork from the release.
The liner notes, which you may scroll down to read, were provided by like nine different dudes. The paper was folded and stuffed behind the front cover. The liners included a space to write one's own reminiscences.
For the unveiling, the individual pieces of the packaging were laid out on a table, so that a person could pick and choose a cover design and CD color. The final touch to the release was a massive pile of photographs of past events / candid shots / Facebook profile pics / dumb gifs / etc., culled from my incorrigibly sentimental iPhoto library; assemblers were instructed to hide 1-3 prints under the tray of their jewel case.
As with most Cat Jams releases, this release included (at least) one secret compromise, which is: I only got like 16 discs burned in time for the show. I was busy. I brought the spindle of printed but unburned DVDs to the show and set them on the table next to the burned ones (already clicked into their trays). If you pulled a disc off the spindle... it's blank. I figured most people wouldn't know what to do with a data DVD-R in the first place. Fuck you. Nah, just playing. If you want a real disc to copy on to your blank disc, just let me know. But seriously, you probably didn't pay me anyway, punk.
Along with the discs, Matt Verges also silkscreened 25 shirts (collected from the sale rack at Maude) with the disc print, which were distributed to the artists and writers who contributed to the final release. If you see somebody wearing a shirt like that, be well aware that you are in the presence of a badass. Speaking of which: Takashi and Julia, give me your addresses so I can send you your shirts. UPDATE: I don't have enough money to mail them.
Not to be confused with overall last label impressions. I felt that the final Cat Jams show was a big success because it presented in microcosm the major themes of Cat Jams.
Like the article said, the event was falsely billed as my 30th birthday party; there were anagrammatical cupcakes to this effect, courtesy of the incomparable Leah, with a sheet for anagrams so dorks would have something to do. (Instead people just wrote some palindromes, IDIOTS) This was inspired by a party recently attended by myself and Gregg and Nick Lambeth and Rotten Milk, at which we rearranged some 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE' cupcakes to say 'HAPPY FARTY DIK-BATH' and how excited we were about it, since we didn't know too many people at that party, especially not Katie. The kindly journalist who showed up from Move got had a little bit, because I made her buy me a sandwich and then forgot to pay her back for it. Try it! Thanks, Lindsey, btw. Plus one time I took her pad from her and started writing stuff.
When we tested the video setup, everything was fine, which was good since the evening focused around video. Needless to say, as soon as things got started, the video feed fucked up. Suddenly we could only project in grayscale. Gregg had agreed to host the opening video retrospective under the condition that he get to wear a ridiculous outfit; however, his fake mustache got lost at the last moment.
Also, the video retrospective went on for too long. Sean later pointed out, rightly, that some of the videos I played were basically just in-jokes from a couple years past, and Gregg's intentionally indiscernible random narration did little to relieve the monotony of an hour of jokes about people you don't know. In my defense: When I talked to people (Ben Cianciosi) about the video retrospective, they (he) said 'Oh great, you can play the Miami Dragons memorial video!' And I thought 'Oh... oh yeah, I could do that. It seems sort of like an in-joke now, but all those cool kids who were implicated in it will be in the audience.' When the video was actually being played, guess where said cool kids were? Skipping out on the screening at the bar area! because they're cool! So everyone who saw it was categorically too uncool to know why it's funny to see a naked photo of Tim Kaiser. Sorry. I should have seen that one coming. Still, the Tape Store Whisper Slide killed, because hot moves don't know color (from grayscale).
The Pows played a great set, as you can tell from the audio recording of the show that you're currently listening to. Since Ryan and Adam were unavailable, Terry (of Flowers and the Starbaskets) played bass; I've only ever seen Terry play bass with the Pows once, at the first show of theirs I ever saw, in the basement of Maude, when they were all fifteen and they were on the bill for the last-ever show by the Eatting C.H.i.P.S. w/ Süëzën, Punk Rock Ian's beautiful tribute to youth, and Corey the Emo Stand-Up Comedian. I really wish I had put out an album by the C.H.i.P.S. but what are you going to do, magic is where you find it when you find it. The Pows did an old-fashioned fifteen-minute set, screaming through a bunch of old faves from Neoon Winteer, and a couple of non-album jams. I think Zach is even more shy on stage now than he used to be; he's gotten soft in that department following so many post-Pows shows in a mask and a robe and at the back of the stage and with eight other guys up there. I hugged everybody afterwards and it was totally gay. Then I forgot to say "Stick around for OBELISK & MC Cat Genius," or maybe I didn't forget -- most of the crowd left, is what I'm saying.
Before the Pows set, I changed into most of my Cat Genius costume for the night, for which I'd chosen a black wool tux with two cummerbunds. During the Pows' set, I became acutely aware that said outfit was astonishingly uncomfortably hot. At the end of their set, I figured: last show ever, what the fuck, might as well make it count. So I stripped down to my underwear. Well, I was also wearing socks on my hands, gray spats over white shoes with cat toes drawn on them, one gold cummerbund with large black tail attached, white fur chestpiece, gold bowtie, and (of course) my Piccolo mask sans hood. Most of which I was still putting on as the first song, 'Save It For Hat Day' over the backing track from 'You Don't Know My Name', was rapidly getting over; I made OBELISK hold the microphone up to my face so I could have my hands free to put my stuff on. During the phone call skit (during which I called Blanche to say that I found out the label was breaking up), I squeezed out a new joke after inviting everyone in the audience out to karaoke: "The room only seats 24, so some of you might have to sit on my face." I knew we had become tight as a band because I no longer became too nervous to remember the great jokes I'd thought up while rehearsing in the shower the previous week.
The audience had thinned out considerably, but that really only meant that we were down to the hardcore fans who were down to have a Time. So when we brought on the Garfield & Friends theme ("Come on in, come to the place where fun never ends / A giant anthropomorphic cat-man and his friend"), a new version of My Nuts (with Paul Simon layered in, and the video and lyrics changed to be about NBA star Manute Bol), and a bunch of cans of silly string and giant balloons, the audience stepped up to the plate by brutally fucking assaulting us with silly string. And they also stuck with us through the technical problems,
O! the technical problems. Not only was our labored-over backing video still inexplicably grayscale, but the backing audio was now wantonly dropping out, usually when I had something really dirty to say and Isabel was right in front of me and Isabel's mom was right behind her. I dunno if you know much about rap shows, but the backing track is a fairly integral part of the sum audio output. The staff was stumped. So -- and this is what I mean when I say 'microcosm of Cat Jams' -- we worked within these new boundaries. The first time the audio cut out (I believe during Lettuce Dance right before the altered line 'Let's make a date, I can't wait / How 'bout the night before I leave town forever?' which I shrugged out on), we paused for a moment, and then...
We got the audience to form a human pyramid.
Yeah. Fuck you. How many times did you ever get your audience to form a human pyramid while you waited for your sound to come back on so you could rap again? Not very many I bet. The sound went out again a couple songs later and I declared Spoken Word Night and recited the opening verse from Much Ado About Nothing. The third time the audio went out, um I think we tried to beatbox, we were sorta out of ideas by then. Stephen did say 'Unless otherwise noted, all of our songs have sound,' which I thought was pretty good. Oh yeah, another secret to get the audience to be on your side is to bring ten large cans of black Sparks to the show and give them out, one per song, to the most enthusiastic dancer. Don't give one to Isabel, she's like 14.
Other show notes: we had a shadow puppet contest during Cash, and Stephen chose a winner based on merit (Wynde Noel); I covered Stephen's cover of Real Big and altered a line to 'Hey yo peep my outfit / This is wool and this must be felt' and palmed Jessica's boob (get it?); at the end of Lettuce Dance Stephen turned his microphone over to Zach who just started chanting 'LETTUCE DAANCE. CABBAGE PAAATCH.' from over in the corner and I couldn't stop laughing; we did This Song Is Really Good with lyrics for the first time and it really was really good, especially Stephen's verse -- he's so much better at punchlines than I'll ever be. He took his pants off for that song, but then in the photos you can see him putting them back on again during the pyramid. I wanted to change our Myspace profile picture to both of us in our underwear, but our packages were never photographed together, implying that our packages are the same person.
The last song of the night was Aviators, a new mashup against Creed's 'Higher'; we got people to dance to Creed! That was the last Cat Jams song that will ever be performed. At the end we tore off our costumes and tossed them into the crowd (I kept my underwear on thx). I tore up my three-year-old, only recently functional mask into little bits, like at the end of Mean Girls, and I tried to tear up my tail but discovered that I wasn't physiologically capable of it (and neither was Ben Klasner). I spun it around until some of the stuffing came out, and then threw it and it landed on Bob. When everything calmed down a bit, I called up everyone in the audience who had been on Cat Jams (who would admit it), and we all took a scene-closing bow. I tried to give a little speech but got choked up; then Zach handed me some artificial flowers that we had brought to have handed to us, and then Zach and Erik carried me on their shoulders out into the lobby and the sidewalk, where it was revealed to be cold.
On the one hand, it was boring to have a band that neither of us had the time or skill for and that thus had been playing the same songs for three years. But, according to Cat Jams philosophy of work, we made the most of it and put our energy into presenting those songs in a new way each show, with new terrible mashups and new outfits and new audience involvement tactics, and we were becoming a really great live act, fuck the studio, our concept sells itself. In a lot of ways it was our best show and it sucks that we aren't doing any more anytime soon.
Phil Chiles stayed late and helped clean up the silly string. Thanks, Phil.
Here is a special mix I made of my favorite Cat Jams tracks. This file is huge. You have that Jay Chou / Savage Garden mashup memorized, you can delete it to make room.
The last-ever Cat Jams event will take place at Ragtag Cinemacafé (23 N. 10th St., Columbia, MO 65201, ragtagfilm.com) at 10:00 PM on Sunday, January 20, the day before classes resume at Mizzou. The show will consist of a retrospective of video works by the Cat Jams family, followed by the last-ever performance by OBELISK & MC Cat Genius (myspace.com/obeliskandmccatgenius), and a special reunion show by the Pows, the first-ever real Cat Jams band whose members went on to be in Sabertooth and Cave and Flowers and all that jazz. Sliding scale.
Also, you can see my Top 14 Favorited YouTube Videos over at Dritt Drittel's site. Also note that OBELISK & MC Cat Genius' "...Undeniable" EP appears on Dritt Drittel's own top albums list. The Japanese, translated, says something like, this was mailed to me, this is the only item on my list that was released in 2007, this release has the best packaging of all the items on this list.
Let's do this bullet-point style again. Stay tuned until the end for a surprising announcement! (or just read the subject)
• First off, there's a show at Sparky's Ice Cream on Sunday, December 9th (yes, Sparky's is closed, but I have a key). It'll be an early show, like at 7, and the lineup includes Daniel Lutz (performing as Backyard), Me So RAVVEO))) vs. Gungan2Gungan (Gregg and I), and two other touring folk acts. It should be really good, except for Gregg and my set, which should be fantastic. $4 sugdon.
• Cat Jams is proud to announce the release of JAM-038, Brian Blomerth presents OBELISK & MC Cat Genius Live on CAT3. This is Cat Jams' first official DVD release (though I have put out VHSes and VCDs, you're welcome). It represents a crystallization of the OBECAT live show as of summer 2007, as encapsulated in a half-hour single-take performance in the 'gray-screen' studio of Columbia Access Television, filmed and produced by the inimitable volunteer staff; then I itched all the skin off my forearms teaching myself Final Cut so I could layer us on top of our backing video splice track. Guest dancing by Tape Store. DVD also includes bonus features focusing on fashion and kosher food preparation, as well as hidden unreleased instrumentals. Packaging includes a giant assemblable poster-as-liner, designed by Brian Blomerth of Narwhalz of Sound, and a mini-CD with instrumentals of the entire set, so you can practice your parody versions of our songs.
cover art, click for larger: the actual cover of the DVD, when assembled, is the top right corner (the Miami Dolphin cheerleaders visiting the girl in the hospital, and the guy from Crazy Town), and the back is OBELISK eating a baby carrot above Marilyn Manson and a plan that says 'AIR OBELISK' in purple hieroglyphics.
Very limited run of less than 50; if I haven't decided that I'm going to give you one already, you probably aren't getting one. Sorry. I'll have it uploaded to archive.org soon, but it's already on Youtube.
I met Richmond, VA-based Brian Blomerth in person, and totally by coincidence, a few weeks ago at Lumpen's Select Media Festival in Chicago. Emily and I decided to go check out the space, and then it turned out that he was playing there. Weird!
His set began with him laying out a blanket he made with big pomeranian ('pom') faces and the words 'POM POETRY CORNER' on it; he then set out a stuffed pomeranian and an electric candle, and proceeded to sit on the blanket and recite poems he had written about McDonald's to the pomeranian.
Then he jumped up, plugged in his Game Boy Color's audio jack, and began mashing buttons on the Game Boy (his only instrument; I assume he was running Nanoloop or something) and yelling incoherently into a microphone and thrashing around. A few times, he thrashed when he should have threshed and unplugged his Game Boy and had to look around for the cable. He threw the blanket into the small but enthusiastic crowd, who surfed it. The whole set lasted like ten minutes. It was fucking awesome. I know how to call 'em. Brian also revealed to me that the picture of the bulldog wearing a towel is from an ongoing project in which he and a friend set up bogus MySpace accounts as English Bulldogs at keyboards, then attempt (and sometimes succeed) to seduce American Apparel models via Myspace-messaged poetry. Also, Brian talks just like the impression of him that I've been doing for months.
Anyway, here's the DVD (main feature and extras), in the form of a Youtube playlist.
• AND SPEAKING OF YOUTUBE YOU GUYS: So a few days ago I uploaded all the DVD scenes to Youtube as separate tracks. They all sat around, like every video I've uploaded, gradually collecting residual hits from my mom and Chris Boeckmann. Then, for some reason (no, not some reason, the very specific reason of the keyword 'nuts'), the video for 'My Nuts' got picked up by Fark.com and I-am-bored.com, two sites that basically just find dumb stuff and post it and are generally visited between checking hockey news and looking at photos of American Apparel models. In twelve hours, 'My Nuts' went from 15 views to 4000, and earned the first Youtube Honor auto-awarded to a Cat Jams account video, "#69 - Most Linked (This Week) - Comedy" (actually now it's up to 64, but I liked it better when I checked it and it was 69).
It should go without saying that everyone on the messageboards of the two major referring sites had a lot of hilarious commentary to add.
I'm not kidding when I say that I feel my entire professional career has been leading up to this. And now, of course, our video has been pushed down off the front page of these fine sites, and the world has forgotten us again. Maybe 'Lettuce Dance' will get picked up at some point, since that one's actually good. That's how the internet works, right?
• Speaking of stuff that sucks, Chris Boeckmann (ha ha burn) aka Tape Store got cited on Wikipedia. Inscrutably honorific! Indubitably awesome.
• Happening simultaneously across Chicago from Select Media Festival was Heaven Gallery's premiere of Zach McLuckie's (of the Pows, Sabertooth, CAVE) 'Hercrotchules' zine (here writ large into a full group art show). The show included works by, well, just about everyone in our circle of associates, such as Emily Foster, Gregg Lewis, Jason Reamer, Brian Blomerth, Rex McMurry, Gabe Viles, etc. etc. I want you to know that it was the best art gallery show I've ever seen. The fact that it was by my friends didn't hurt; but, in the same sense that I like a piece because it was made by my friend, I like a person because they made a great piece. Everything was attached to the walls with tape, and ran the gamut from carefully composed and constructed large-form classical art pieces to half-finished funny scribbles to printouts seemingly random TV screencaps to found trash and advertisements. And every piece that I saw, I thought to myself, 'Awesome!' And I've thought about them since. What more can a person ask for from an art show? And to see Zach, who used to be a painfully shy chubby fifteen-year-old who screamed in a punk band, at the opening of his first curated gallery show... I'm not kidding when I say that I feel my entire professional career has been leading up to this.
Pooper aka Elisa posted photos from the show, starting here and ending here. And here's a video piece made by Jill Wait, which premiered at the gallery, on a tiny TV by the bathroom, on a loop.
As I've mentioned, I'm moving to San Francisco to take a digital film certificate course, which means that I'm leaving Columbia in the last week of January 2008. I thought about it, and I decided that Cat Jams has always been about Columbia -- I started it to illustrate that the creative communities of small towns can use their artists' nonexistent chance of getting 'discovered' to weed out assholes and to create daring, unencumbered art that would never be allowed in an environment where 'success' would be at risk. And I feel like I've succeeded. I've released nearly 40 weird-ass , challenging, engaging, hilarious magnum opi by 'unacceptable' artists (kids, non-musicians, animals), and I've ensured that every disc / tape / VHS / diskette / .zip file was conceived and executed with a kind of care more often seen in a performance piece or a practical joke than a shrink-wrapped jewelcase. I've made countless new friends and collaborators, and a few messageboard enemies, and I've proudly lost literally thousands of dollars. And I can look back on a body of work, curated or otherwise, that I will be proud of until the day I die, or at least that I can impress my kids with (unless they're assholes, fingers crossed).
In other words, I've proved my point, as far as I care to prove it. And even if I did care to prove it more, I don't think San Francisco would be the place to do it from. I'm looking forward to having new 'deep' subjects to bore people with at parties, and losing my money on new, unforeseen things.
Blanche and I are in the process of organizing a deeply hubristic farewell event and release for the label, slated for somewhere in the middle of January 2008. More info as I make it up.
I think 'Chinese Detoxracy' is a good name for an album
• Tape Store had a birthday recently -- he's now 18, and now has to say that he's 'still in high school' when casting himself as a misunderstood prodigy, as opposed to a guy old enough to be responsible for his own actions, who can't be bothered to learn an instrument or write a song, but who still wants to complain about American Idol on ILX. Happy birthday, Chris! Anyhoo, I made him this mix, which I was going to put on this cassette I found that's just labeled 'WHAT WOMEN WANT' but then I listened to it and the first song is k.d. lang's 'Constant Craving' and I couldn't bear to tape over it. So I just uploaded it. It's easy with mixtapes/cds/mp3s, especially when a younger person is in mind, to burden the track selection down with Importance. I decided not to do that and just put together some tracks that have been on my mind/iPod lately. I think it turned out really good! Because every track that comes on makes me think 'This track is really good!'
"tired of the perculator" d fly, Baltimore, year unknown, maddecent.com/blog "Elastic Girl" Kahimi Karie, early/mid '90s, Japan, written by Momus / produced by Cornelius "Fighting Cock" Black Oak Arkansas, late '70s, Arkansas "Mr. Cool" Rasputin's Stash, 1970s, USA "Mona Lisa" Slick Rick, 1988, USA "Sayonara" Takahashi Yukihiro (of Yellow Magic Orchestra), mid-'80s, Japan "Regulate" Cuizinier & Saphir (produced by DJ Raze), 2007, France "Prefecta" Miranda feat. Julieta Venegas (El Remolon Reaggeton Glitch Mix), 2007, Argentina? "Yellow Brick Road" Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, 1967, USA "Our Blood And Veins From The McGovern Regiment" Proscriptor, 2005, USA "Sentupower" Dog Murras, 2007, Angola "Red Stripe Genie Wine" Mr Vegas vs. Skream, 2007ish, wordthecat.com/goku "My Darling's Love Arrow" Ni Ni Win Shwe, year unknown, Myanmar (Sublime Frequencies) "Sometimes" Les Rythmes Digitales, 2001, France
• My mother also had a birthday recently, and for it, I scanned a (I don't think they called them this back then) zine she and her friends made in 1974 -- when she was 26, the age that I just was. It's here (21-megabyte PDF). I'm glad she put it in that time capsule.
• OBELISK & MC Cat Genius played a couple of shows in Chicago recently (thanks Mucca Pazza and Permanent Records!) and OBELISK got himself on somebody's 'worst-dressed' list. Nice. He got those prescription glasses made that weekend, then lost them the next week, when he woke up in someone's yard.
• The OBELISK & MC Cat Genius Live On CAT3 DVD is still in the works. Narwhalz of Sound has been comissioned to create the artwork. I cannot express enough how excited I am to work with these Narwhalz.
• OBELISK & MC Cat Genius will be playing at Lumpen's Select Media Fest on November 10th, the day after Zebulon McLuckie's Hercrotchules art show at Heaven.
So, what's the Cat Jams roster been up to over the last few months? WELL
OBELISK & MC CAT GENIUS blogged meticulously about their 4/20 excursion to Chicago to play Version07 and the Twenty is the New Ten fashion show. Read all about the Shaq-O-Lantern, the Dungeon Majesty babes and babette, and me getting my mask ripped off by a bitch. Channing is still working on blogging about the rest of the March tour. We drove to the Apop grand opening but got there two hours after the other bands finished, so we just ate some grilled sausages and then went to Hooters, and then we bought the world's lamest 'Shocking' erotic photo from a dispenser in a gas station bathroom. So, it was a good show. • You can also watch some videos of our Version07 set. • Channing finally got "...Undeniable", OBELISK & MC Cat Genius' first equal-billing recorded collaboration, uploaded to archive.org. He didn't write the description yet, but the artwork is by Jason Reamer (because I'm not stupid) and Castro Catastrophe's Marcus Miller produced the cover of El Chombo feat. Andy's Val Gourmet' 'Macarron Chacarron'. Digiki and Dritt Drittel have breakdowns of the packaging. • Back in March, some weird guy apparently got to our Iowa City set as soon as it ended and thought that the Eddie Murphy song that the bar's iTunes had just put on was our set. He liked it, though, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. He took some photos of us, is why I mention it. • MC Cat Genius' contribution to the Toog-curated Cagesan birdsong remix album is being offered free here (and of course here), because it was (preventatively) taken off the most recent pressings of the CD, because it was incredibly illegal, because it was an entire Nina Hagen song with cursing and bad puns over the top of it. Good decision, I think.
BOB DYNAMITE wrote to Michael Alig and he wrote back! His response read like a text message, except two pages long and handwritten.
AARON ARNOLDY, former Cat Jams unpaid intern, continues to make the rest of us look bad by existing. Check out these photos (2) of his Peace Corps project teaching marketing skills to young Dominican artisans (not to be confused with Young Japanese Macaque). And weep.
JAMES HARVEY has done this amazing, amazing thing (Serge Gainsbourg karaoke track created by Tape Store). Read every single other post on his lj too because each one is a gem.
as well as performances by Electric Pizza, Flowers, and the handsomely mysterious The Captain & The Captain. (photo enhanced to show muskrat) • Emily is moving to San Francisco in a few days, for adventure. Not because of anything The Captain & The Captain said, since they don't talk. • Also, Gregg and Emily and Erik went to Branson for no reason.
CHANNING is moving to San Francisco also, but in March 2008, to attend San Francisco State University's four-month Digital Video Intensive certificate program. Fuck you, Columbia! • Channing also open-djed at the July 17 Café Berlin show featuring Jerusalem and the Starbaskets Yellow Crystal Star (FL) The Ear is the Brain (FL) Total Amateurs and this flyer then Channing hung out with the Florida noise bands pretty much the whole next day, during which they played an impromptu live set on Kevin Walsh's show on KOPN. Come back soon, Florida noise bands! • Channing recently contributed this guest column to Move Magazine, which he, ironically enough, is somewhat embarrassed by. • Did you guys ever see this obscene Santa thing I did back in November?
DIGIKI's and Chimidoro's albums can now be purchased from the Tokyo Fun Party Paypal store in case you're like me and want to give them as large a cut of your payment as possible. Buy them right now and risk looking this cool: lenses ground by Coyote DG
PICCOLO AKA MC CAT GENIUS loves holding hands, probably.
YOU should join us for karaoke in the party room of Osaka Japanese Restaurant tonight.
OBELISK & MC Cat Genius will be playing on 4/20 at
we're also playing on 4/19 at the Compound (Walnut & Wolcott, Chicago; Version07 kickoff), and on 4/28 at Apop Records (2831 Cherokee, Saint Louis; grand opening), but those dates aren't hilarious drug offenses.