Random stuff

I will be flying out to San Francisco early tomorrow morning and jetting around in a rented Geo Metro. I've never been to California, much less San Francisco, so I'm pretty excited. There's a wedding on Sunday, but I'm going to do straight tourist shit for the first couple days. Because I can. This will be my last post for a while.

I just applied for my student teaching positions for next semester. Wish me luck! I hope I get Athens-Clarke County or Barrow County. Oconee County (Athens' white flight county) doesn't allow Social Science Education student teachers anymore because one of them showed up drunk from the night before a few years back and harassed the kids or something. The story's a little vague, but needless to say, Oconee County wasn't too pleased with the ol' Soc. Sci. Ed. department.

Mame's worried about me getting on a plane tomorrow, but I don't have the same kind of travel fear that she does. I have to remember not to be cavalier about it and take her feelings into consideration. It's nice, you know, having someone around who cares that much about me. If only my horrendous, punishing childhood could have been so punishing (kidding, Mom...Elise...just kidding!).

I love The OC, but Mame doesn't like it. I can see this becoming a problem in the future. The Tina Turner impersonator on Appearing As... won last night, which was good. She was fabulous. The Celine Dion lookalike lost, but really did sound and look like Celine Dion. Courtnie admitted an attraction to Buck McCoy, the Tim McGraw impersonator. With a name like Buck McCoy and his voice, he needs to get himself to Nashville...stat!

This is interesting. So is this.

A new Pacific UV review!

Too bad I can't read it. It's in Norwegian. Any Norse people out there who can translate? Apparently, it's a drommepop record.

UPDATE: I have translated said article. It's all so much clearer to me now. Here goes:

Pacific UV:
Pacific UV (2003)

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Fire!

Someone went and pulled a fire alarm in the library today. We all had to go outside and stand around in the sweltering heat while firemen lackadaisically searched the building. Since the real fire, we take this stuff seriously, but I hope this pranksterism doesn't become a trend. Assholes.

Written on an Interpol picture at WUOG:

Imitation+Hairspray=Interpol

Tonight's Zima-powered Crisis! on WUOG, 90.5FM

Wow. Pretty decent show until the end...no matter. No one was listening anyway, I bet. Here's who I played in some semblance of an order:

Merzbow
Lil' Abner: the Musical
Robert Frost
Tomas Jirku
Joel Andrews
Amon Duul II
Irving Philharmonic
Robert Normandeau
Denis Smalley
Francis Dhomont
Patrick Ascione
Annette Vande Gorne
a Winnie the Pooh record of some sort


Rock on, rockers!

When you put it this way...

...things don't look very good for the Bush crew.

The first Pacific UV review I've found

The record is out in stores right now! You should go buy a copy right now! But don't listen to me...read this "glowing" review from Style Weekly in Richmond, VA (who seems to think we ripped off a band called Spokane, who I'm pretty sure none of us has ever heard):

Pacific UV Self-titled (Warm) **1/2

Fans of slow, cheerless yet haunting music should pry their mitts off the NyQuil bottle for a moment to try a dose of Pacific UV (and the Richmond band Spokane should hire a lawyer, cause methinks I hear a stolen melody or two). To tell the truth, anyone with an ear for Slowdive has heard a din of such bands trying to get in on the anti-fun. Pacific UV tries to stand apart from many of its contemporary contenders by plugging in the synthesizers and having some fun in the gloom. Not that you won’t hear the mournful wail of a violin or the lonely pluck of a guitar, too. Though the album never manages to pull off anything new for those with a CD case full of depression, Pacific UV is a competent addition to the sadcore scene. — Wayne Melton

Competent! Well, that's the kind of press I crave! And as far as stolen melodies go...um, most of the songs are two fucking chords, so it's not that hard to hear other band's songs in ours. Fuck your fucking Spokane, Mr. Melton!

UPDATE: Oooh....here's another "winner." The money quote is this: "[T]his album is not exciting, nor is it particularly engaging." God forbid anybody go for subtlety these days! I swear...

I just saw him on the Today Show

Bryan Berg...world record card stacker. Check out the capitol building he made and stuff! It was pretty unbelievable. At the end of the segment, he knocked his creations over with a leaf blower. I liked that part.

Paul Newman is still cool.

But the outcome of this lawsuit should be give pause to Al Franken and other villains who would dare use words like "fair and balanced" and "entrepreneur," knowing full well that major corporations now own said words. Political satire need not apply.

It's scary how many Moonies there are out there with political clout, besides the ones at the Washington Times, and it's crazy how social conservatives and Christian types suck up to Rev. Moon, even though he claims to be a new messiah. Rick Ross takes on Josette Shiner, deputy US trade representative. Oh, by the way, I turned Rick Ross onto this article about the Nuwaubians. He said "thanks." Awesome! I'm know a cult investigator!

Do these guys really want to mess with Suge Knight?

This sucks. More and more governments (local and state) are invoking eminent domain to get land for developers and business interests for the supposed "good" of the community. If someone doesn't want to sell their land to developers who want to put in a Super Wal-Mart or something, then why should the city or county or state be able to come in and take the land anyway and then give it to the developers. It's bullshit.

Earn more sessions by sleeving

Okay...it's been a long time since I posted. Sorry. I've been busy and in class and out of town and building a Mississippi State football dynasty to rival Bear Bryant's or Vince Lombardi's in NCAA Football 2003. Needless to say, I'm a haggard man these days, marked by bags under my eyes and slumping posture. Here are some comments about what's been happening to me:

The reunion wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped it would be, but it wasn't a total bust. Not that many people from my graduating class (I'd say about a third) came to the thing; many were probably turned off by the prohibitive cost ($80 per person!). I hear that the buffet was good...it was a mostly seafood buffet, so I didn't eat much of anything. Even after the $80 fee, you still had to buy drinks at about $5 a pop! Luckily, I reused my drink tickets twice to stick it to the man. I'd set them on the table for the bartender and then pick them back up when he was busy. Heheheh. It was great seeing some people I hadn't seen in a long time. It seems like everybody's been relatively successful, and, of course, the nerdier elements of Auburn High School's Class of '93 were the most prosperous, excepting the few guys who'd been laid off in the bursting tech bubble. How did that old joke go? "What will you call the high school nerds in 10 years? Boss." It's true. I won the award for "Most Changed Male" (read: dumpiest). A few people didn't even recognize me. Putting on sixty pounds after high school (I was close to emaciated back then) will make you unrecognizable. Add to the mix glasses and thinning hair and...voila!..."Most Changed Male." Shoot me. I wish the reunion had been more Romy and Michele for Mame, but what are you going to do? I think she had an okay time, all things considered. The reunion DJ played lots of Jive Bunny-style mixes of Stones songs and such. It was awful. In a sort-of-good-but-still-not-ironic-enough kind of way. I stayed unbearably sober the entire night.

My school schedule has been extremely fucked up, but it's finally starting to get sorted out. I took a class called "American Political Parties." Sounds interesting, eh? Too bad it's a class for Ph.D. students that was mislabeled. Seven of us Social Science Ed. folks took the class for content credit and had to sit through an hour and a half of talk about data sets and dissertation work and Ule's Q and shit. We all promptly dropped it. Also, I found out that one of my classes from last semester was accidentally listed as an undergraduate class in the computer. And I have to take two more classes that I didn't know I had to take, so I can graduate by next fall and get a job. And I showed up late to my Geography of Sub-Saharan Africa class and the professor is one of those "door-lockers" who doesn't allow late people to enter the class. I got on the bus about 25 minutes before class, but I was fucking stuck in the bus while the driver waited on Baldwin Ave behind droves of SUVs dropping off Joe Frat and Jane Sorority, not caring that they were clogging traffic immeasurably. All of them, of course, had fountain drinks and the like in their hands. What in the fuck is up with sorority girls and frat guys and fucking fountain drinks? Will someone please, please, please (let me get what I want) explain it to me? Those fucking fucks. I swear to God they should ban driving on campus.

Another query: why is it that I always get sucked into Ashley Judd thriller/courtroom dramas when I have something to do? I watched High Crimes this morning. Ashley Judd is gorgeous, to be sure, but c'mon...I know I've got better things to be doing with my time.

I had some interesting encounters with two separate on-campus solicitors recently. One of them was a girl giving out the Gospel of John to passersby. She was extremely cute--she looked like Kate Beckinsale--so I indulged her and took one of them. She told me about some fellowship or something or other, and I listened, feigning interest. When I walked away, she said to her friend that I "was a cutie!" Her friend replied, with no small amount of skepticism, "Really? You think so?" Hey! Screw her! I am 100% Man. At least I've still got it with the cute Christian girls. And my wife. Hopefully.

The other encounter involved an Atlanta Journal-Constitution solicitor with nice, straight teeth but really horrible gums. Here is my vague recollection of our sidewalk meeting transcribed for you with notes in the parentheses:

AJC guy: Hey, man! You want a free...
Me (interrupting): No, um, no...I already have a subscription (a lie)...I, um, own a house and stuff (trailing off and trying to get away)
AJC guy (loudly): You're a fucking liar! You're a fucking liar, man, you fucking liar! (this is an exact quote, even the "man")
Me (sorta creeped out here): Huh?
AJC guy: You're a fucking liar, Polo Club! You hear me, Polo Club?! I fucking know you, man.
Me: Polo what?
AJC guy: Polo Club, man! You live near me in Polo Club and you don't have a subscription to the paper, man! You're a fucking liar! I see you all the fucking time, man...at Polo Club!
Me: No...I don't live in Polo Club. Those are apartments, right?
AJC guy: Dude, are you fucking sure, man? I swear I've seen you at Polo Club, like, all the time, and you don't have any fucking paper, man. You don't have a fucking subscription to the paper, Polo Club!
Me (trying to get the hell away from this guy now while HE FOLLOWS ME DOWN THE SIDEWALK): Listen. I own my own home (not totally true, but pretty close to true...still a fucking liar, I guess), and I'm not even sure what Polo Club is, much less where it is. I have to go to class.
AJC guy: Dude, are you sure you don't want a paper? You look like this guy from the Polo Club (as if this was some sort of bizarre selling point--the fact that I looked someone else should be enough to convince me to buy a paper).
Me: Um, no.

I managed to get away from him because some other poor sap walked into his web of insanity and proceeded to get harangued for not wanting a newspaper. Okay. I was lying when I said I already had a subscription. I do buy the AJC on occasion and I read it on newstands and online almost everyday. But Jesus! What kind of sales tactics is the guy using? Calling a potential customer a "fucking liar?" From a good business perspective, it's a crisis of biblical proportions. And his insistence that I was someone else after I clearly was not the other person was just weird, amplified by the fact that he grinned with his good teeth and bad gums the whole time, frustrated, but still smiling. Dude, it was fucking weird, man.

Ha!

Why was the saxophone so important to soundtracks and pop songs of the 80s? Why are b-list celebrities the only people featured on VH1's "I Love the 70s/80s" series? Why is "The OC" so freaking awesome?

Emerson sent me this link. It was too great not to put up there for all to see.

Random stuff

We went to a Braves-Padres game on Wednesday night, and our seats were awesome, five rows back or so from home plate and a little to the right of the foul net. Mame's dad knew all of the security people and stuff and treated us (me) to big beers and big bratwursts. Thanks go out to him. We left in the 7th inning (I wanted to stay, but whatever...the Braves had the game locked down 7-1), and we hurried back home so Mame could sleep and I could go to a Summer Hymns/The Leewards/Je Suis France show. It was the last Leewards show ever, which was sad because they were rapidly becoming one of my favorite bands in town. The Summer Hymns were great, and Zachary Gresham remains one of Athens' best singers/frontmen. Unfortunately, he got pretty drunk and began randomly appearing during other bands' sets to wreak havoc. He had to be led of the stage during the France show after causing about $120 worth of damage to a mic stage. Oh, there was shaving cream everywhere from an improptu Jay Domingo performance (don't ask). I played tamborine and maraca (just one!) drunkenly with Bren and others for the last few songs of the Leewards and all of the France. It was fun to bum rush the stage and not leave. I hope I didn't piss anybody off.

My old band, Pacific UV, has just released a record on WARM that you should definitely check out. I played a bunch of stuff on it (not as much as Clay and Howard...who put their heart, soul, time, sweat, blood, tears, and wallets into it) and I'm really proud of it. It's the first thing of mine that's ever been released on a real label.

Don't forget that www.biggray.com features a new song of mine, "The Westward Force." Check it out and tell me what you think.

Romy and Michele

My 10 year high school reunion is this weekend, so Mame and I are packing up the dog and some semi-formal attire and taking off for the once-small hamlet of Auburn, AL. Hopefully there will be hijinks. I see most of the people I want to see (besides far away friends like Bob Renden, Collin Donnelly, and Will Candler) every Christmas, so there should be few surprises. When I graduated from high school, I weighed 105 pounds or something and I was 5'3". Now I'm 5'5" and a lot heavier. I have glasses now, and I'm balding. In short...I'm that guy. I'm the guy I planned on making fun of in 1993. Thankfully, I'll be sporting a hot wife and a fab VW Cabrio, so all is not lost.

Do cool guys say "fab?"

Castrato

Ladies and gentlemen...I bring you Eternal Combustion!

Weekend update

I think I forgot to say this, but I bought an accordian and a trombone this weekend. I also went shopping and bought more clothes than my wife. On Saturday night, I was the drunk asshole at a party.

What a long, strange trip, etc., etc., etc.

I just realized that I've been blogging now for over a year! Wow. In all of the commotion of the past three weeks this fact completely passed me by. Happy Birthday "Big Gray and the Jones County Boys"! Here was my first post, dated 7/28/2002 09:57:13 AM:

Hello. My name is Lucas Jensen. I'm kinda new to this 'blog' thing, so bear with me...please. I make music under the affable Big Gray moniker, and today I'm going to record demos for my highly anticipated (by me!) third album. My other two records have yet to be released, but I'm not sure I record for anybody but myself. As for the Jones County Boys...well, they are aggressively ugly. If they exist.

Aaaah...mystery and intrigue from Day One!

Alert: a new Big Gray song!

As you all know, you can go to www.biggray.com for all of your me-related musical needs. I just got back from the studio, and I'm pretty pleased with the little piano pop ditty I churned out in under four hours. It's called The Westward Force and you can download it (it's a rough mix for right now) by clicking here. The RIAA shouldn't sue you, though who knows with those rapscallions.

I transcribed the lyrics. I've also included the chords so you can play it at home! I can't get the spacing to work right with Blogger, so I apologize that the chords are slapped together. It's pretty easy to figure out. Here they are:

(the first part alternates between C and Cadd6)
C-Cadd6 pattern
You complained it's never complete
F C
Never the one to beat, the top brass, the pinnacle
C-Cadd6 pattern
You spoke of certains, truly confident
F C-Cadd6 pattern
But the thing with "teeth" ain't slapdash...it ain't trickery

F
The requirements haven't been met
F G F C
The schedule crawls away, and it's not set...oh, no, it's not set...it's not set
(drone on the C for a bit and then...)

G Am/F C (keep doing this until the end)
The damages are patently untrue
The field of vision bathed in blue
Your compromise is held under review
And the westward force leads the wrong way, too
The westward force leads the wrong way, too (etc. etc. etc.)


What do you think? This song was created using a piano, a Hammond organ, a Rhythm Ace drum machine, some Xylopipes, a snare drum, and me (hands and vocal chords). There's really not many instruments on it, at least compared to what I usually do. Feel free to tell me what you think (I know the vocals are mixed kind of loud...it's a rough mix) and also help me figure out what in the hell my "band" sounds like. I'm not sure, but I feel like I'm dangerously close to becoming the indie rock Joe Jackson. It's a cliche, but it's hard to describe your own music. I usually just tell people it's pop music. That seems to work.

Shrill and unstable

That's what Fox News called Al Franken in a lawsuit filed in a Manhattan court to keep him from using the words "fair and balanced" in his new book's title. Um, whatever happened to the sanctity of parody and satire in this country? Is Mad Magazine next on the chopping block? Anyway, for a "fair and balanced" network, Fox News' spokespeople sure are fucking mean-spirited. Does anybody think that MSNBC, CNN, or really anybody else would have viciously attacked someone in a court statement like they did? I didn't think so...

Why do they care so fucking much about what people say about them? They're like a big, insecure bully. This lawsuit seems to be anathema to their "We report...you decide" philosophy, don't you think?

I like that Penguin, Al Franken's publisher, called the suit "un-American." Take that, jingoists!

Interesting...

It seems that the Bush administration is quite lax on going after corporations that work with terrorist-sponsoring nations like Iran and Lybia through foreign subsidiaries, including Halliburton. Reagan AND Clinton did something about it, but the Bush crew has been strangely absent in enforcement even though they employ "you're with us or you're with the terrorists" tactics against other countries. Check out this article from Mother Jones. It's short and well worth your time. Note how some conservatives are extremely frustrated about this apparent double standard.

A word of warning to my former bandmates

Saying you're influenced by Harmony Korine and Julien Donkey-Boy makes you look lame and pretentious because Harmony Korine and Julien Donkey-Boy are indeed lame and pretentious.

Some thoughts

I know it's been a bit since I blogged regularly...sorry. I'll try to get back into the swing of things.

Mame and I watched about half of A Kid in King Arthur's Court the other day, and it was terrible. I know, I know, what did you expect, right? But usually kid's movies like that are just piffle...you turn your brain off and watch it and it doesn't really affect you one way or the other. Just sorta there. Well, this movie actually pissed us off. It was about 30 minutes too long, and the movie was only about 90 minutes long or something. It should have ended about six different times. After watching this and A Knight's Tale (another waaaaay overlong movie: 2 1/2 hours!), I can safely say that jousting has to be one of the most boring sports ever created by humankind, right up there with soccer and golf. Oh, one more thing, that kid in the movie was so smug and arrogant--I just wanted to wring his fucking neck. And since when did King Arthur start listening to 15 year-olds? What an abomination.

I went and saw Freaky Friday with Mark and Craig, and it was pretty great. Seriously. Jamie Lee Curtis did an amazing job, and the girl's band was pretty catchy (though exceedingly well practiced for a high school band). I enjoyed the hell out of it. The guy who made The House of Yes directed it!

I'm still quite addicted to Project Greenlight 2. Better than #1. The directors are kind of assholes. I can't wait for the inevitable part three.

I think we can all agree that Small Wonder is probably one of the worst TV shows ever.

I'm glad that there was an environmental disaster less than a mile from my house in almost every direction. It's comforting to see the EPA trucks and hazmat teams, I tell ya.

Beatrice, the girl cat, likes to sit on the keyboard while I type. It makes things difficult, to be sure, but goddamn, she's cute.

I think that the Super Furry Animals are one of the best bands around these days, if not one of the most innovative pop bands in recent memory. While Radiohead puts out depressing sonic tinkering (which I still like quite a bit, by the way), the Super Furries have found a way to do just as much interesting stuff with just as much political content with humor (gasp!) and catchiness. I love those guys.

Phew

I just watched the end of Glory and I'm crying my damn eyes out. So sue me.

A stern warning to the cicada population of 170 Davis Place

If you are a cicada and guilty of the heinous crime of living then you better watch out! My cats are on the case and they will fucking take you down and drag your sorry ass into my hallway where they will subsequently torture you with their paws until your upside-down buzzing ceases...forever! Without fail, my friends. They never sleep when it comes to cicada-hunting, so you cicadas best step off. I shit you not. These are proud, fearless beasts you cicadas are dealing with: part Manx, part some kind of Tabby, all killer. Duncan, weighing in at 15 pounds, is a lean, mean meowing machine with a snub-nosed tail and a mean headbutt; Beatrice, a lithe six pound feline, will woo you with her feminine charms and then...pounce! You won't even know what hit you. I shit you not. Game over, man! Stop your chirping and buzzing and fly away...they're standing right behind you!

A word that I hate

I hope to God that I never have to take part in a "webinar." That is all.

Yawn

My sleep cycle seems irrepairably damaged by this weekend's festivities. I got soooo wasted two nights in a row and I'm still trying to recover. I wrote a big Team Clermont Big Weekend writeup that disappeared...poof!...into the ether. I'm going back to the computer at the awesome new Student Learning Center where I typed it. I typed it in Word first and converted it to html for blogger, so I hope it's salvageable.

Yesterday, I sat down at a computer at the SLC and someone had left there AOL Instant Messenger on, so, well, I, um, played around with it for a while. Here's how some conversations went down (the names have been changed):

Me: Yo.
Random buddy: hey! whats up?
Me: Nothing. Any plans 4 tonite?
Random buddy: yeah don't you remember? we're going to classic city tonight!
Me: Do you know about Jesus?
Me: I think Jesus wants me to stop drinking
Random buddy: ok
Me: I went to AA today and Jesus wants me to stop being a sinner and I gave myself to Jesus.
Random buddy: is this a joke?
Me: I'll take you to Jesus if you want
Random buddy: i have to go...
(logs off)

Another one:

Me: fuck you
Random buddy: hey!
Random buddy: what?
Me: fuck you
Random buddy: LOL
Me: fuck you
Random buddy: okay...what's up?
Me: fuck you
Random buddy: haha
Me: fuck you
Random buddy: who is this?
Me: fuck you
(at this point I wussed out and logged off, afraid the person might come back to the machine or something)

This news story is strange.

Show me show me show me...

A full "prom" write-up is forthcoming.

I just read about this show and it sounds amazing. I'd trade the White Stripes for the Flaming Lips live just about any day of the week. And the Super Furries and Peter Buck onstage at the same time? And REM? Just like heaven...

Too bad you'd have to slog through Idlewild, Biffy Clyro, and Skin to get there.

Oh, one more thing

This shit is really weird, but I was disappointed it wasn't about actual zombies.

Team Clermont's Big Weekend

God, I am so busy. I don't even work for Team Clermont anymore and I'm swamped. This is Team Clermont's Big Weekend, in case you don't know, a time for drinking, music, drinking, and drinking. It's sponsored by Pabst and a lot of great bands play and stuff. Beers are a quarter for most of the time. If you're interested in attending, shoot me an email (biggray666@hotmail.com). The itinerary looks like this:

Friday, August 1st
6:00 Rock and Roll Trivia hosted by yours truly at Tasty World. Prizes galore!

later at the 40 Watt Club. Athens, GA 285 W. Washington St. (706) 549-7871

9:30: Saturday Looks Good To Me (Ypsilanti, MI)
10:30: Murder Beach (Athens, GA)
11:30: ulysses (all lower-case) (Lexington, KY formerly Denver)
(This is Robert "Apples In Stereo" Schneider's new band!)
12:30: Tiny Sticks (featuring members of elf power, BP Helium, Macha, Tenderness, & Seaworthy covering E.S.G.)

* Tickets are ONLY $2 for Friday only at the door.

Saturday, August 3rd - The Blue Ribbon Ball (The Prom)
40 Watt Club. Athens, GA 285 W. Washington St. (706) 549-7871

10:00: Private set with: I Am The World Trade Center (The Prom Band)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
11:30: Open to the public: I Am The World Trade Center - performing your favorite 80's songs!
12:30: DJ Twin Powers - Late Night spinning 80's & 90's Dance Party!

The Blue Ribbon Ball is an invite only event before 11PM!
Doors open to regular ticket holders at 11 PM. Get there early for Prom photos, finger food, and $.25 cent drinks & Pabst Blue Ribbon!

Tickets:
Friday night's cover is a mere $2.00.
Tickets for Saturday night's "Prom" go on sale Friday July 25 and are $8 in advance and $10 at the door.
- In addition, the private opening party Saturday prior to the show (from 8:30 until 11) is by invite only and also requires a ticket ($8/&10).

FOR MORE INFO (AND TO BUY TICKETS ONLINE!) --> http://www.teamclermont.com


I hope everyone out there in the "blogosphere" can make it. Let's paint Athens, GA red, white, and blue! And pink.