ITCHY HANDS AND SWINE FLU KILLS MY ASS

Lately,  I've been traveling down a good road leading to all kinds of possiblities.  I even started working at a grocer market for yuppies just so I can learn a thing or two about humble starts....No, I'm not kidding.  I'm a grocer-bagger guy who can tell you how to spend $1000 bucks and feel like  shit in a plastic bag all at once!  I return this week bearing great sentiment of new music, new birds, new homes, and new checks.  Last Friday I was kicking it in village with SKEW.  He's a musician that I'm certain most people who read this blog know nothing about,  but if you know a thing or two about him, then you know how "ill" the night went.  It's funny how musicians have become a dime a dozen and great musicians have been burried alive...and even though I don't fully believe in that later statement, it does hold it's validity.  The modern recording artist, for the most part, are jokes! Just some kid with some software and some fuggin Justice/ Kanye West  albums.  Not saying those guys aren't good at what they do, but seriously, that's not viable music in my opinion... No!  it's the next level of PVD 12" and Oakenfold singles.  uggh!

See you Azzholes in a few weeks..My pretentious rant has now ended with some SALT FOR YA' EARS!

THOM YORKE ERASER(SKEW REMIX) FROM 2008 ALBUM  ERASER

Only if We Live to See Tomorrow, Tony!

Not really much time to write. It's not like we're on the road playing gigs and scoring kids, but it's sure as hell close to it! I didn't want to not post anything(double negative) especially since I haven't in a while. So the last time I wrote a post, I was going through some Dylan s**t and thinking about my girl and some old girls...but I've sort of sorted it all out for me self. And I've come upon the conclusion to not kick it with any of my ex-love muffins and focus extra hard on my s**t and the band. In the meantime, any hot broad I meet in Dumbo outside the cafe on Front and Adams street can do. Or I may just have to escape to LA and figure this s**t out in the desert.

Some booka shade for the memories when I use to lie in your bedroom watching the world around us leave our space. I miss the UWS, Ol' school BKLYN, and the way we used to be when we were smarter! Numbers + White Rooms.

Put The Broad Down! Now!!!

Believe it or not, the word broad may come from an 18th-century slang use of the word to mean 'playing card'. How that meaning sprang up is uncertain, as is when and why the word broad came to mean an entrance ticket or transportation ticket. The origin of the 'ticket' meaning is in American circus slang, but it's only speculative to say that entrance tickets looked like playing cards in the era when this usage arose (1912 is the earliest citation).

What we have to connect women with tickets is a definition in Jackson and Hellyer's 1914 A Vocabulary of Criminal Slang, with Some Examples of Common Usages. It's worth quoting in full:

"Noun, Current amongst genteel grafters chiefly. A female confederate; a female companion, a woman of loose morals. Broad is derived from the far-fetched metaphor of 'meal ticket,' signifying a female provider for a pimp, from the fanciful correspondence of a meal ticket to a railroad or other ticket."

Those genteel grafters weren't the only ones using the term, and it became widespread in gangster-speak and then spread to "uneducated" youth, then (as slang usually does) to more mainstream youth trying to sound cool. The original meaning implied a woman who, if not a prostitute, was at least of loose moral character. The connection to prostitution was close enough that we get a false etymology from 1926 saying that broad is derived from bawd, and this exchange from Raymond Chandler's 1934 magazine piece "Finger Man": "I saw plenty wrong with your broad's manners." "She's not a broad."

However, the general use to mean 'woman' spread fairly quickly too; in "Guys and Dolls" (1932), one character says "He refers to Miss Perry as a broad, meaning no harm whatever, for this is the way many of the boys speak of the dolls." This use was never really approved of, and the women's movement drove in the final coffin nails, so that it's rare to find a use of broad after 1975 that simply means 'woman'.

Nowadays, although the sexual innuendo has pretty much vanished from the meaning of broad, its use is still chiefly contemptuous, as exemplified by the fact that it's also prison slang for a man who plays the woman's role in homosexual sex. Of course the term has also been co-opted in other contexts by different people to express a variety of different characteristics. What's a broad to you?!

Hits to ya' Baby Maker!!

"Perhaps it's the colour of the  sun capped fly or the crossroads I'm standing at....Or maybe it's the weather or someting like that, but Mama you've been on my mind." I woke up this morning with an old feeling in my soul. I felt like life was showing me a mirror of the future or maybe I awoke with an intense LSD flashback, but whatever I felt, it was warm and alive! Usually at a pivotal point of my life, I have very vivid dreams and this morning one was born.  I dreamt I was a Dad to a beautiful enfant girl. In the dream, I'd walk the streets of chelsea with her to my office and we'd leave at night  coming home to a small apartment.  There was a woman who lived with me and we seemed happy- quietly happy-  You know- reading books in between words and playing Dylan in the morning or Bach at night to put our little girl to sleep.   There was something quite  slow and calm about the whole dream. And that's what made it feel so real!  However, the possibility of it being a reality without me ever knowing I have a kid is imposible.  I guess there was always some  displaced feeling since I walked away from whatsherface, but what's the fuggin' chance of it coming to those terms.  Fug it! For now,  I'll just be curious to know, place a jacket over my shoulders, and go for a ride. 

Oh, so last week, The Schieles began a new song.  Noah and I will re work it as soon as we can...it's worth the sneek peek we put on myspace!  And wait...Happy Birthday N. Rubin!

B. Dylan's gorgeous tracks that I would wake up to play if I had an enfant 1) Mama, You've been on my mind 2) Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Right click it!)