More great Davey G posts tomorrow!
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
LLB3, continued
Silly story. I have a thread of a plot. Here are words:
Years ago, Love had been undone by an obsession with ripping up parking tickets in the Beatown mayor’s office. He suffered through a crippling case of Freudian slip, then a horrifying gambling addiction. Now, a calmness overtook him as he rationally went about his plans to utterly destroy the city of Beatown.
Point, click, “Oh, yeah,” said Love, undoing his pants and gazing at the Beatown Parking Authority Website. “Ohhhhh, yeah.”
Yeah. I wrote that part today, along with a bunch of other stuff. Writing stuff is hard.
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Years ago, Love had been undone by an obsession with ripping up parking tickets in the Beatown mayor’s office. He suffered through a crippling case of Freudian slip, then a horrifying gambling addiction. Now, a calmness overtook him as he rationally went about his plans to utterly destroy the city of Beatown.
Point, click, “Oh, yeah,” said Love, undoing his pants and gazing at the Beatown Parking Authority Website. “Ohhhhh, yeah.”
Yeah. I wrote that part today, along with a bunch of other stuff. Writing stuff is hard.
www.daveygandthekeyboard.com
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Meter Maid Fetishes
A character in my story has a fetish for meter maids, or women in meter maid costumes. I googled “meter maid Uniforms” and “meter maid fetishes” and found a few funny stories, a few overtly sexual and not-very-convincing meter maid costumes. I just want to know if this meter maid fetish thing exists, other than in the Lovely Rita, Meter Maid song by the Beatles.
A funny story about a gay meter maid.
Apparently a real thing about meter feeders in Australia.
Corruption at all levels.
I guess the uniform fetish is real, maybe this was just my way of avoiding a day of writing.
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A funny story about a gay meter maid.
Apparently a real thing about meter feeders in Australia.
Corruption at all levels.
I guess the uniform fetish is real, maybe this was just my way of avoiding a day of writing.
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006
LLB Part 3!
I have resumed work on Low Level bureaucrats 3: the End of the Trilogy (working title). It may take a little while--so far I’m just trying to work out the basics of the plot--but I’ve brought back Loretta the meter maid and Karl Love and have about 6 pages of words and notes. It had been a busy week (didn’t even do a blog post on Thursday) and while the busy-ness hasn’t completely dissipated, I think I am free enough to get back to Davey G and Davezine business. And…I may be having a show in December, so keep an eye on this space for details.
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Monday, October 23, 2006
Beck
Beck was never an artist that I got into, but gentle persuasion has gotten me to re-examine his music. Over the weekend my girl and I saw him at the Landmark Theatre in Jersey City, a great facility.
The site describes it as a Movie Palace, a facility designed to be “so spectacular as to become essentially the opening act for the show" making "an uplifting and unforgettable experience.” I can say that after seeing Beck in this facility, doing a nearly two hour show, complete with puppets mimicking the band and projected overhead throughout, the theatre was a perfect setting for this spectacle.
Not being overly familiar with his music, I still enjoyed seeing him playing songs I knew, opening with “Loser,” continuing with “Girl”, doing his hits like "Devil's Haircut" and "Where it's At", songs from the new album and songs from the divorce album, going through a slew of slower ones as his band sat at the dinner table and ate on stage, then got into a rip-roaring percussion session on the table during “Clap Hands” (NOTE: if I’m getting song titles wrong I apologize). The show ended, the band went off and then there was a Jersey City Themed Puppet Movie, to the tune of Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer.” He came back out, people ran around in bear suits, and someone was smoking a joint somewhere around where we were standing. Everyone could smell it, security was going crazy looking for the person. People weren’t supposed to take pictures but people did anyway. It was a great show.
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The site describes it as a Movie Palace, a facility designed to be “so spectacular as to become essentially the opening act for the show" making "an uplifting and unforgettable experience.” I can say that after seeing Beck in this facility, doing a nearly two hour show, complete with puppets mimicking the band and projected overhead throughout, the theatre was a perfect setting for this spectacle.
Not being overly familiar with his music, I still enjoyed seeing him playing songs I knew, opening with “Loser,” continuing with “Girl”, doing his hits like "Devil's Haircut" and "Where it's At", songs from the new album and songs from the divorce album, going through a slew of slower ones as his band sat at the dinner table and ate on stage, then got into a rip-roaring percussion session on the table during “Clap Hands” (NOTE: if I’m getting song titles wrong I apologize). The show ended, the band went off and then there was a Jersey City Themed Puppet Movie, to the tune of Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer.” He came back out, people ran around in bear suits, and someone was smoking a joint somewhere around where we were standing. Everyone could smell it, security was going crazy looking for the person. People weren’t supposed to take pictures but people did anyway. It was a great show.
www.daveygandthekeyboard.com
Monday, October 16, 2006
focus!
Some frustration at technology (see “Recital” a few weeks back)today: my fucked up and on-it’s-way-out-printer has inhibited my progress on a few things, but my story is ready for the City Paper contest. I will send it out tomorrow and forever let it go, good-bye, so sick of looking at it, bye, bye. I really want to get back to Low Level Bureaucrats Part 3, then maybe start other writing and music projects. Ideally, I’d love to have a new album out next year, and a new zine out by the end of next year, and to that end there are 8 new songs and a couple of stories on the shelf. I guess I just need to get through a few other things and focus my efforts and not get frustrated by attacking too many things at once.
I might be busy this week but hope to get going next week on new things.
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I might be busy this week but hope to get going next week on new things.
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Thursday, October 12, 2006
Notes on new Davey G. songs
10-12
More songs! I have about 8 new songs, working toward that next album.
New ones-- “Amy W. Has Bad Credit”--some person who used to live in my house has collection agencies after her. This is the first song I’ve ever done with a tempo and preset change in the middle.
“Gonna Play the Race Card” isn’t quite finished, but it could be really funny.
“Wear a Condom” is just angry and pretty much a throwaway song, and “You Triumph When You Quit” has been a personal mission. I’ve tossed out a few of the ones I was working on before, so I’m at about 8.
“Handshake,” “Be My Friend,” “Overdue,” and “Irritating” are pretty much locked in as they are.
I don’t know how much more I can do with the “Who’s Gonna Do the Boss” story. I let one person read it but otherwise I’m just calling it a day.
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More songs! I have about 8 new songs, working toward that next album.
New ones-- “Amy W. Has Bad Credit”--some person who used to live in my house has collection agencies after her. This is the first song I’ve ever done with a tempo and preset change in the middle.
“Gonna Play the Race Card” isn’t quite finished, but it could be really funny.
“Wear a Condom” is just angry and pretty much a throwaway song, and “You Triumph When You Quit” has been a personal mission. I’ve tossed out a few of the ones I was working on before, so I’m at about 8.
“Handshake,” “Be My Friend,” “Overdue,” and “Irritating” are pretty much locked in as they are.
I don’t know how much more I can do with the “Who’s Gonna Do the Boss” story. I let one person read it but otherwise I’m just calling it a day.
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Monday, October 09, 2006
Columbus Day!
10-9
Ah, another Columbus Day! I’m still tinkering with the story I’ve been doing, pretty much thinking that either it’s going to make people laugh or it will not. I have that “just want to get it out of my system” feeling and it may be the one really strong motivator.
Here’s an excerpt:
It was the evening of June 27 when everyone at the Jackson Firm knew they could no longer put up with Rhonda’s incessant bitching…
One by one, the men turned over the slips of paper they’d drawn from the shoebox. Stanley turned his over, not breathing for an instant, and then quickly looked down: nothing. He let out a sigh of relief. Allen couldn’t see straight, but as he turned over he slip of paper, suddenly he knew. It was Jim. Jim had drawn the black stained paper. Jim had the cruel misfortune of being the one to have to take out the boss.
“It isn’t fair!” cried Jim. “You didn’t give me enough time to pick the paper I wanted!”
“C’mon Jim: take one for the team,” said Stanley. “We all took the same chance.”
“It wasn’t fair,” Jim said again, sobbing. “It just isn’t fair.”
It's funnier if you're familiar with Shirley Jackson's The Lottery.
Ah, another Columbus Day! I’m still tinkering with the story I’ve been doing, pretty much thinking that either it’s going to make people laugh or it will not. I have that “just want to get it out of my system” feeling and it may be the one really strong motivator.
Here’s an excerpt:
It was the evening of June 27 when everyone at the Jackson Firm knew they could no longer put up with Rhonda’s incessant bitching…
One by one, the men turned over the slips of paper they’d drawn from the shoebox. Stanley turned his over, not breathing for an instant, and then quickly looked down: nothing. He let out a sigh of relief. Allen couldn’t see straight, but as he turned over he slip of paper, suddenly he knew. It was Jim. Jim had drawn the black stained paper. Jim had the cruel misfortune of being the one to have to take out the boss.
“It isn’t fair!” cried Jim. “You didn’t give me enough time to pick the paper I wanted!”
“C’mon Jim: take one for the team,” said Stanley. “We all took the same chance.”
“It wasn’t fair,” Jim said again, sobbing. “It just isn’t fair.”
It's funnier if you're familiar with Shirley Jackson's The Lottery.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Thoughts on writing an old story
I have been working on the story for the CP contest, which would be due in about 2 and a half weeks. It’s weird, because I have chosen to work on an old story that I never finished but I really like. It is so hard to retain the voice of something that isn’t really representative of how I write now. It was me, but the me who lived in a different house, on a different computer, minus a few years of experiences.
The opening part is a parody of the Shirley Jackson story “The Lottery,” which I make several nods to in the text, and the story is simply about a bunch of guys who feel in their own silly and sexist way that the only way they can get their female boss to calm down is to take her home and …“do” her, hence the title “Who’s Gonna Do the Boss?” And therein lies the problem: how do I write a story that goofs on silly male, sexist thinking without sounding silly, male, and sexist? I know I get very, very close to the line sometimes, but I really never mean to attack anyone--I goof because I love. And this story, much like “(Karl) Love Story,” could be construed the wrong way (I’ll let you guess which parts--I’m officially done trying to explain where my ideas come from or what joke people should get when I’m writing.)
I’m not dead set on winning the contest--that would be a wild pipe dream--but I would like to finish this story by the due date regardless. These are just some of the thoughts I have been having as I’ve worked on this personal favorite, but flawed story of mine.
The opening part is a parody of the Shirley Jackson story “The Lottery,” which I make several nods to in the text, and the story is simply about a bunch of guys who feel in their own silly and sexist way that the only way they can get their female boss to calm down is to take her home and …“do” her, hence the title “Who’s Gonna Do the Boss?” And therein lies the problem: how do I write a story that goofs on silly male, sexist thinking without sounding silly, male, and sexist? I know I get very, very close to the line sometimes, but I really never mean to attack anyone--I goof because I love. And this story, much like “(Karl) Love Story,” could be construed the wrong way (I’ll let you guess which parts--I’m officially done trying to explain where my ideas come from or what joke people should get when I’m writing.)
I’m not dead set on winning the contest--that would be a wild pipe dream--but I would like to finish this story by the due date regardless. These are just some of the thoughts I have been having as I’ve worked on this personal favorite, but flawed story of mine.
Monday, October 02, 2006
October for all of us...
October tends to be a month that I become really, really, uselessly absorbed by the baseball playoffs, despite the fact that my team has once again fared poorly and is not involved in the post-season. I am at least a little upset that some of my favorite Orioles have been accused of taking performance enhancing drugs. If it turns out to be true, I am lopping the head off my Brian Roberts bobblehead and mailing it to him, care of the Orioles, because he is my favorite player and that news would almost absolutely destroy my interest in this crap ass team.
Other things…
*If you are eating at the Golden West Café (1105 W. 36th St., Baltimore, 21211-2507)
anytime soon, check out the little waiting area for the new Davezine, which I left there this morning. They are good people there who serve a mean weekend brunch.
*I just got a 5-inch screen TV from the thrift store that works off of the cigarette lighter in my car. It makes me stupidly happy.
*The City Paper is having their annual short story contest. It is really hard for me to do anything under 2500 words these days, but I am going to try anyway.
Other things…
*If you are eating at the Golden West Café (1105 W. 36th St., Baltimore, 21211-2507)
anytime soon, check out the little waiting area for the new Davezine, which I left there this morning. They are good people there who serve a mean weekend brunch.
*I just got a 5-inch screen TV from the thrift store that works off of the cigarette lighter in my car. It makes me stupidly happy.
*The City Paper is having their annual short story contest. It is really hard for me to do anything under 2500 words these days, but I am going to try anyway.
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