April 29, 2006 10:45 AM
Parte the Firste
Hmuhnah hmuhnah, Dear Reader,
How shall I begin?
Somewhere in the middle...
About the Contractions...
I was introduced to Debbie the drummer by a musical matchmaker. I was tired of acoustic coffee house/neighborhood bar music-making. By very good luck I had acquired a Cordovox...
May 01, 2006 10:01 AM
Parte the Firste, continued
This rosey memoir is a good story and very probably grossly inaccurate, but that's what history is, with little documentation. As one of my authors says, history is really made by the broken shoelace, the flooded road, and...
May 06, 2006 01:50 PM
How apt. This title: Three.
I "had" recently signed a long lease on a building in the Mission. The top floor was to be my residence and the street level a recording studio. A friend of a friend was a sculptor and I agreed to throw an art opening before the space was filled with a big, clumsy, expensive, badly timed, ungainly, traumatic,..
June 01, 2006 05:24 PM
He's real, and the world is alive and shining
Iguana was a rehearsal studio next to the original Stud across the street from Hamburger Mary's. This was during the Plague, though I was insensitive. (More precisely, I was afraid.) I only thought of south of Market as my personal berlin of art and excess...
June 12, 2007 09:32 AM
How we got the name
We practiced frequently. We had a storage space at the studio, so Debbie kept her drums, I my amp (another autobiography: "I, My Amp"), and Kathy her bass rig, a largish thing, an Acoustic, some name like that, maybe an Ampeg.
Well, in the heat of our loud, loud, loud rehearsals, Kathy would turn to her amp...
June 13, 2007 12:37 PM
Dirkfest, or Dear Bliary
April 24, 2007 11:07 AM
I feel like bloggin' bloggin'
October 05, 2006 11:50 AM
After the Fair, or, Wha' hoppen?
September 05, 2006 02:37 PM
My favorite thing
September 04, 2006 11:27 AM
Musings after Slim's 9/03/06
August 22, 2006 04:50 PM
Skipping 'way Ahead