Archive for November, 2005

More Belated Announcements


In case you haven’t seen Maria’s blog or keep up with Plain Parade goings on, our controversially named comp is out, ready for internet takers: bands who have played our shows covering songs from other local bands from the past or present. All they had to do was answer an e-mail query and send us a track, and we were surprised at the interest and response. I’m digging the whole comp but a few of my faves are Rifle Nice combining the Action News theme with Ween’s “What Deaner Was Talking About,” Miss Motherfucking Clash’s take on The Dead Milkmen’s “Take Me Apart,” The Sympathizers mixing “money, money, moneeeeeeeeeeeeeey” with Late Night Television, and The A-Sides and Walker Lundee doing Philly Soul. It’s eight bucks to download or free to listen.

November 27, 2005 at 12:42 pm 1 comment

General Annoucements

I’m at least two months late with this, but I wanted my last entry of the day to be about someone who still matters in my life. In case you didn’t know, Ann Powers is on the web, talking about Mo Dowd, adoption, and recipes. Good stuff.

November 22, 2005 at 9:38 am Leave a comment

Career Asshole


About once every couple of weeks, I still have dreams about him. They usually occur right before I wake up and he does something deeply disturbing and symbolic. We were both living in a dorm but I never really saw him. Outside his room, he posted a two page letter. It was a personal letter to a friend, so if you started reading it, you felt like a snoop, and yet here it was hanging in a hallway. So of course I read it, like Alice eating the cookie. It mentioned me briefly in a dismissive way without elaboration, in a fragment that said, “like for example, Sara Sherr, the career asshole.”

I walked into his room. The door was unlocked. He was in the bathroom with the door open. I called out his name, and asked him what a career asshole was. He answered with a door slam. He didn’t reappear again. The next thing I know, I’m trying to catch him before he leaves on a train to Boston but I just missed it. Then I was trying to get a train back to Philadelphia and I kept missing them. The soothing tones of the NPR report on my clock radio woke me up and calmed my nerves. Even if they’re talking about death and destruction, the announcers voices are so pleasant.

Last week, I dreamt that he called off an interview I had with Jonathan Richman, which I would never set up in real life, because it would just be two people saying “goo goo ga ga” at each other. I never saw him or Richman, the messenger in that dream was my little sister (the dietician with the cute twin babies). She knows nothing of this part of my life and yet she was the sage dispensing wisdom the way she explains carbs and calories in my waking hours. The dream was so boring. It consisted of me wondering what he said to Jonathan Richman to make him cancel the interview.

Usually my dreams are like vivid movies about people I have never seen before with things I never see everyday like volcanos and spaceships and mountains and shit.

When I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I wished that the machine was real. Did anyone else share that demented thought?

Sorry to return to this tiresome topic. I’m trying not to let my blogging slip so I’m gonna write down anything and everything as often as I can.

November 22, 2005 at 9:32 am 1 comment

Sound Amplified


This is way overdue, but I wanted to let you know that you can now view the artwork of my late 90s partner in crime Megan Geckler, who taught me the fine art of vodka water ice and music organization.

View the pretty here.

November 21, 2005 at 11:15 pm Leave a comment

I’m Back


Image courtesy of Miss Pinkybear

This is me in the men’s room of Pure, where a few of the Dumpstas ended up at Freddy’s birthday party last Friday. It was either the two-dollar drinks or the thumpa-thumpa disko that drove us in there. I’m paying homage to my Mrs. Miller character with my goofy face. It’s cropped out but I actually am trying to hike up my dress to make it look authentic, except it didn’t get very far because that dress is very tight. I can’t even bike in it. Which is what defines a party dress, I think.

If I get too busy to blog again, at least you will look at this photo instead of a pic of Babs N Barry. Sorry about that.

Big thanks to those who came to the Plain Parade 3rd Anniversary bash on Saturday, and anyone who regularly helps us out otherwise by coming to our shows, playing them, writing about them, or hosting our events. And finally big ups to my partner for doing much of the legwork for the comp and all the bands for coming through. And fuck all y’all who can’t take a joke. If that’s the one thing in the world that you can find to be mad about, consider yourself lucky.

November 21, 2005 at 11:06 pm 2 comments

Link Wray, RIP


Sunday, November 20, 2005 Posted at 8:10 PM EST
Associated Press

Copenhagen, Denmark — Guitar player Link Wray, who invented the power chord, the
major modus operandi of modern rock guitarists, has died. He was 76.

A native of Dunn, North Carolina, Wray’s style is considered the blueprint for heavy metal
and punk music.

Wray’s is best known for his 1958 instrumental Rumble, 1959’s Rawhide and 1963’s Jack
the Ripper. His music has appeared in movies like Pulp Fiction, Independence Day and

His style is said to have inspired many other rock musicians, including Pete Townsend of
the Who. David Bowie, Bob Dylan, Steve Van Zandt and Bruce Springsteen have also been
quoted as saying that Wray and Rumble inspired them to become musicians.

“He is the king; if it hadn’t been for Link Wray and Rumble, I would have never picked up a
guitar’,” Townsend wrote on one of Wray’s albums.

November 21, 2005 at 8:08 pm Leave a comment


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