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Greg

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Lately I have developed an interest in LEATHER PANTS. Yeah that's right. See I work a day JOB and yeah it’s interesting, fulfilling, “nevera dull moment” and all that but it doesn’t pay enough to get a pair of custom LEATHER PANTS. I suppose I could get BLACK PLASTIC or VYNIL but since the band I’m in is HEAVY AS HOLY HELL, I think animal skin is more apropos, more...PRIME EVIL, and not just cow hide either. There is this guy on the 400 block of E.9th St. that creates (for a PRETTY PENNY) the softest most luxurious leather regalia from the skins of all sorts of exotic animals like OSTRICH and GATOR. He could probably hammer a nice codpiece out of a SPOTTED OWL if you were inclined to SHOOT ONE, which would be BREAKIN' THE LAW, and breakin' the law is technically ROCK&ROLL. I wonder if when looking at an animal he thinks “BELT OR SHOES?” I think that would be an example of UNHEALTHY detachment from other Living Beings. I see a lot of that kind of thing at work. My friend MARI says that leather pants are “QUITE A COMMITMENT” in that not just any body can “DO EM’” and she oughta know because she’s in the industry (fashion that is, not poaching). When I think of leather pants, I think of ELVIS’ “68’ COMEBACK SPECIAL” (black, head to toe, Joan Jett pulled it off, fuckin HOT! ). Maybe for you Jim Morrison is conjured up in the minds eye? Either way I think those would be “CLASSIC” prototypes. The 80’s rockers added tassels, TALISMAN, and strategically placed slits, or other arbitrary nonsense; adding a personal style in the form of ACCESORY that worked in some instances (DIAMOND DAVE) but became a running joke in others; Remember Eddie Murphy’s shoulder padded, WINGED get-up in RAW? That’s not what I am after. I am also not interested in BALL-GAGS & ANAL BEADS so the 90’s S&M trend, although HILARIOUS, is out of the question. Things were so much simpler in the early days when moms referred to your (AND MY) second-rate RAMONES style "SOUND" as "ALL THAT RACKET" as you thrashed about in basements and in garages, getting the “SET” down for a gig at the local PUNK ROCK SHIT HOLE; when the idea of "GEAR" at all was moot. Nobody had anything and you couldn’t get anything anyway. There was no “ROCK&ROLL OUTFITERS” at the local mall like there is now. In fact bands rarely had t-shirts made. Even if they did you had to order em' from "TRASH & VAUDVILLE" which you only knew about because they had ads in PUNK MAGAZINE so YOU had to MAKE your own with spray-paint and sharpies if you gave a shit at all which most people didn’t. Well that’s not entirely true; PUNKS gave a shit ‘cause they were wildly idealistic and didn’t wanna be mistaken as being a part of some other fucked up crew like the Hippies or Bikers. Not that there was any disdain for anyone else at the shows, there wasn’t. It’s just that the punks wanted something different than what had already been done (POORLY) and they looked like it. Speaking of PUNK, Sid had a pair of LEATHER PANTS, So did CHRISSY HYNDE. Even JOEY traded his GREASY Levi’s for full leather sometime in the mid 80’s I’m thinking “TOO TOUGH TO DIE” era and even though JOEY clearly stated that he was a "TUTUTUTUTUTUTUTUTUTOUGHTOUGH GUY!" JOEY'S LEATHER PANTS and GLOVES were an understatement compared to all the Top o’ The Pops Heavily Rotated thus Highly Visible Metal bands who began to wear DAY-GLO LEATHER and eventually turned to spandex which was revealing in more ways than one as it showed that they were PUSSIES and there is no ANGST in spandex (Robert Smith trumps that statement, I Know). Things are different now. The SHOE-GAZER musician in thrift store ensembles has been played out since the birth of “Alternative Rock,” The Hip Hop obsessive focus on “BLING” is a bit contrived; more that a bit, its utterly transparent…”WHACK” if you will. The EMO look now outweighs the music, which reeks of Hair Band product. It is as if in the realm of musical ideas, performers are holding a clearance sale on all things sacred making "GOOD TASTE" without all the "DOG AND PONY SHOW" easy to miss. All the "BELLS AND WHISTLES" attached to the asses of the current STATUS-QUO makes a statement. It says "I am a whore and I am selling my aesthetic to anyone who is willing to pay me even a little bit of attention." “Everything is to be had at such a bargain that it is questionable whether in the end there is anybody who will want to bid.” (I am misquoting Kierkegaard.) Maybe that's a little harsh, I guess ABSURDITY in and of itself is a legit agenda. Hence, the unpractical yet way cool PANTS OF LEATHER. Why not just rock, and forget about what you look like and forget about the fucking pants? I’ll tell you why. ‘cause once music is written is takes on new life in Live performance and performance is entertainment. Get it? As self indulgent as rockers may be, He or She is putting on a show for other peoples amusement and I personally think it’s important to handle the spectacle of it all in appropriate attire…actually this argument is really stupid there is no validity in it and besides I should be thinking about how my car makes weird noises instead, I GOTTA GO TO WORK.

I'd like to meet:

You and all your friends

Music:

I am a Rock Star so my tastes are snobbish but I will tell you how I fell in love with the song you are now listening to. Well, my new choice of soundtrack to my new wallpaper is “Send Me a Postcard” I heard this song for the first time in 1986 at a party over at Lauren Killian’s house. “Holy Shit!” I Said “Who the fuck is singing?” Lauren knew everything about music, still does (he sings in one of the bands on my friends list) “This is the girl that sings I’m Your Venus” He said. I replied in disbelief, “No Fukin’ way that chick in Bananarama can belt out a song like this!” (Remember it was 1986). Anyway It seemed appropriate because nowadays Postcards have gone the way of the Pickwick and the Stage Coach and are totally useless on MySpace. Like the Photo Booth… and therein lies the irony. The above makes no sense b/c I just changed the song. Ha "irony" feh.

Movies:

Movies? Well last weekend I drove a rented van full of Roy Lerner paintings to Montreal, picked up more of his work, and continued on to Toronto. (Note: You need a PASSPORT nowadays) It was 20 below with the wind chill, the road was bleak and boring and besides it was getting pretty late, so I stopped at a surprisingly uncomfortable Comfort Inn for the night,(I lived out of hotel rooms for almost five years (yup) and I guess I am surprised at how quickly I forgot,)Roy called and told me He'd pay for the room as long as I didn't rent any PORN, and to try the Chinese Food cause "Toronto is famous for it," so I got a frozen Ginger Chicken Meal from the front desk and dug in. This is where the movie comes in. Canadian T.V. is worse than American T.V. so I decided to rent. It was between Jackass 2, Talladega Nights, and some Sean Penn movie about some Huey Long type dude. Well there was always PORN but that's degrading to women and all and besides, I had to submit a reciept. So “The Ballad of Rickey Bobby” it was. Good choice, I promptly fell asleep and hit the road early which thanks to Will Farrell was a stroke of DUMB luck because last Sunday SUCKED! The Art Drop went O.K. but I was denied access into the U.S at Niagra because the customs broker hadn’t cleared the solitary painting I had to bring back to Roy; AMERICAN Customs officers are ASSHOLES. It was embarrassing being escorted back to the boarder by a pimply faced blow hard with a gun. The Canadian Checkpoint Charleys’ were at least genial. So I drove back to Toronto, left the painting and didn’t make it home till the wee hrs. of Monday and I HAD to go to work.(no $ in my brand of rockstardom) So if the movie was as good as it was supposed to be I’d have overslept and might not have driven home the next night so thanks for making a bomb Will. Actually I didn't REALLY see it, so much for a review.

Television:

My nieces really enjoy it.

Books:

The last book I read is called "Don’t Shoot the Dog". It’s about clicker training, horse whispering, and manipulating humans. It clearly explains how to handle your self in any given social situation where you might need an animal or someone to BEHAVE or to at least respect a boundary. It sounds dry but it’s exciting, it’s as if by reading it you become privy to some Jedi mind trick. Btw I bought “Broken” in October, loaned it out and never got it back. I don’t feel like reading it anymore though. I've had it with personal memoirs for now. Next up Is a screenplay called “The Good Detective”. My old guitarist ERIK HAMMEN wrote it. I’ll let you know.

Heroes:

You are still my hero

My Blog

Beatnik 2000 New Haven

Me and RYAN OLSEN were running late. Although I do live in the chestnut state I'm closer to NYC than New Haven so I invariably misjudge how long it takes to get to exit forty something Downtown off I-...
Posted by Greg on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 09:55:00 PST

CHEESE IS CHRIST

So I used to be in this band called CHEESE IS CHRIST it was heretical in a kind of hilarious way. The CHEESE was the brainchild of the guitarist/ singer/ songwriter KEVIN O'CONNOR. It was a good idea;...
Posted by Greg on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:04:00 PST