Archive for August, 2004

Shoot It All Down

I knew that today would suck with the first interaction I had before my hand hit the door. Since I was running seven-minutes late as usual, I didn’t even have time for chit-chat with someone I remotely cared about. This particular customer I’ve been friendly too, only because he has more brain cells than three. He’s a grumpy middle-aged man who I usually can make a little less grumpy, since I often feel a kinship with them. He came to one of my shows, which I didn’t expect, so I thought this might be someone I could discuss music with. A couple of weeks ago, he came into the store, probably at lunchtime, along with half the city, and asked if I had time to talk, which is pretty much the worst time to talk to me. Then he told me to come up to his job on the 14th floor because he wanted to give me a CD of his band, and I asked if he could just bring it down to me. No, he said, I need to talk to you. Against my better judgement, I went upstairs to talk to him.

August 30, 2004 at 9:37 pm 1 comment

Thank You!

Finally a response in the Washington Post to this nonsense. Has anyone heard her band before? I want to book them based on this letter.

August 30, 2004 at 8:53 pm 3 comments

If Only the Strong Survive, Why Aren’t You Dead Yet?

Went to a party at Todd’s house, the boyfriend of Janet. Janet and I met in 94 while working at Discovery Discs (RIP) at Penn. As I’ve told the story 100 times, she invited me to see her perform at a campus open mic, and after enduring some horrid Indigo Girls covers, she rewarded me with her own devastating versions of Liz Phair and PJ Harvey, and I knew then that we’d be fast friends, which involved a lot of trips to Sugar Mom’s. After graduation, she went to work in NYC and I mourned the loss of such a terrific galpal, then moved back to her hometown of Chicago, started a couple of cool bands (one was Kim, who I went to see at Ladyfest Midwest in 2001), and married and divorced a Chris Isaak lookalike. When she was in town to see The Broken Hipsters last year, she met Todd at a cast party, and now, she wants to move back to Philly to live with him, and hopefully hang out with me and make music with Maria. Janet is a fun person to be around because she has enough enthusiasm for two people.

August 29, 2004 at 2:47 pm Leave a comment

Garden Party

Went to a party at Lance’s, Dumpsta drag queen extrordinaire. He has such a unique decorating style. He should be on one of those stupid home improvement shows. He places odd items tastefully in his apartment so that they are conversation pieces and not like a crazy old lady’s antique store: knit decorated tissue boxes, his grandmother’s hats, gloves, and this metal mantle over his bed. My decorating skills consist of me trying to find places for all my shit, and artfully moving piles from one area of the floor to another. Lance also had reserved a space on the wall for people to write on with a very contact-high inducing black marker, as well as the cutest little pug, who snorts for pizza.

I became better acquainted with Loretta, Cathy’s boyfriend’s roommate, and she seems like such an awesome strong person despite the difficulties in her life. Lance’s friend Charlotte brought her now-fiancee to the party, who proposed to her on a boat when they were staying at Lance’s parents’ cabin in the Poconos (I think). I’m not crazy for weddings or rings, but I found that terribly romantic. Sometimes you can just watch people together and by their body language, they seem meant to be together, and I felt that with Charlotte and her fiancee.

Watched Stanley Kubrick’s Lolita and for the first time in my life, started to identify with the Shelly Winters character. I felt really bad when she was holding her husbands ashes and crying. Strangely, I found Peter Sellers’ Clare Quilty kind of hot, to which Cathy agreed.

Ricky showed up later with some Billboard writers that he’d gone to see American Idol Live with, and I chatted them up about what sells at Stupid and Crazy (Fantasia outsells Diana easily. Ricky had some pics of some Am Idol folks and even though I don’t care for their music and could give two shits about American Idol, Fantasia and Diana DeGarmo seemed like they would be fun, cool people to hang out with. They were making funny kid-faces in the photos, not the usual photo-op faces.

Even though I had a great time at the party, as I always do with the Dumpstas,
I was sadder than usual that someone couldn’t be there. And after talking to Ricky on the way home, I had some epiphanies about why I’m afraid to ask for what I want that led to a very teary bike ride home. I didn’t realize how much I was crying until some other folks passed me on their bike and said, “Lady don’t cry. We love you.” Maybe it was just the bong hit and the strong Vodka cocktails.

August 28, 2004 at 2:56 pm 4 comments

Brimful of Asha

Things I played at Cathy’s and Trishy’s very last Bad Reputation gig at The Khyber (where a bazillion DJ’s played 10-15 minute sets). Since I only had a short amount of time, I picked three CD’s that would fit in my purse, because if I gave myself more room than then I’d have an hour-and-half of music in a bag that would be too tricky to navigate on my bike. So I used two of my four Bollywood (i.e. Indian movie soundtracks) compilations.

“One, Two Three Baby” – Asha Bhosle & Mahendra Kapoor, from Kings and Queens of Bollywood
Always a crowd pleaser, and the chorus is the best, “One! Two! Three baybeeeee, yaaa yaaaa yaaaa!” Like a speeded up “Minnie the Mooch.”

“Jaan Pehechaan Ho” – Mohammed Rafi, from the Ghost World soundtrack
Surf guitars like Indian Dick Dale. I want more of his stuff but have been unable to find it. Dave gave me a link to explore.

“Dum Maro Dum” – Ashe Bhosle & Chorus, from I Love Bollywood
Indian psychedelia.

Since everyone had the ’80s hip-hop/dance party going on, I was cautious about disrupting the vibe, but it was a big hit with the crowd.

I want more of this stuff, but basically from the ’60s. If anyone can recommend anything, fill the comment box or contact me off-blog.

Best moment of the evening: John D taking off his shirt and stripping for dollars, gay go-go boy style.

By the way, who set up Raised By Bees on Livejournal? Thanks!

August 27, 2004 at 2:01 pm 2 comments

Why I Don’t Play Guitar

As I’ve written about before, my father played guitar and bass in various cover bands, so there was music all over the house, and I was encouraged to participate. As a child, I think I wanted to be a singer because I was knee-deep in ’70s Variety Show Land with Sonny & Cher. The singers in my father’s bands were usually very glamorous African-American women who looked like Tina Turner or Donna Summer, and because I also loved Donna Summer, not only did I want to be a singer, I think I wanted to be black too.

August 26, 2004 at 10:10 pm 1 comment

Your Crayon Is My Guitar

The Washington Post wants to know where all the girl genius guitarists are. I’ll have more to say about this after further reading and reflection.

What do you think? Comment box is open, as always.

All I know is, three days ago I was on the phone with my 65-year-old aunt, and she was about to lose it when she went into a toy store to buy crayons and coloring books for my sister’s soon-to-be-born twins (coming in December, and most likely both boys).

Where did she find the crayons and coloring books? In the aisle marked “Girls Toys.”

What year is this again?

August 25, 2004 at 11:21 pm 10 comments

Beautifully Human

It’s really simple. You pre-order the Jill Scott jawn and you get a voucher to pick up the album next week PLUS a spot in line so you can meet-and-greet. How hard is this? So hard that I had people calling me and then putting me on the phone with the slightly less stupid person to explain what I just said.

In case anyone is unclear about this, PRE-order does not mean you get the album right now, or that we’re sold out. Because the motherfucker isn’t even RELEASED yet!

No, Jill Scott isn’t at the store now, or yesterday. 8/31 is on TUESDAY, NEXT WEEK. Does no one own a calendar?

The album that you are holding in your hand and listening to is four years old. It’s the same damn album that you bought four years ago. You probably have it in your house.

It’s a shame that there’s no IQ test for meeting Jill Scott, or else, there’d be no one for her to talk to.

What else did I learn today? Jasmine is spelled “J A A E A, or no, sorry, Y.”

August 25, 2004 at 11:16 pm 3 comments

Genius Customer of the Day

I mean this sincerely. It’s hard to be a genius at Stupid and Crazy.

He picks up the R.Kelly CD and says, “Do you mean to tell me that on one CD he’s singing about making love to a woman on the kitchen table and on the other he’s going to church?

To which, I answer, Hey, the man’s got range.

August 24, 2004 at 9:04 pm 2 comments

Y’all Hirin’?

First conversation of the day:

Do you have any positions for two females?

Thinking to self (we’re not casting a porn film, here. It’s a record store!) Instead I said, gender doesn’t really matter. Just have them fill out the applications and bring them back to the desk. If my manager needs cashiers, he’ll give them a call.

Do you need anyone to do inventory.

We just did inventory.

When’s the next time you do inventory?


That’s not too far away….

August 24, 2004 at 2:25 am Leave a comment

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