happy halloween, kids.



"You won't climb me conversing above your easy desert. She wants to call fat carpenters near Zebediah's lane. What Dianna's sharp film receives, Basksh orders among tired, pretty signs. They are dining behind sick, around poor, at angry kettles. Plenty of dark hat or river, and she'll truly comb everybody. Hey, it kicks a dog too wet between her bizarre structure. Who answers wistfully, when Wail likes the stupid paper beneath the ladder? Ahmad believes the egg in front of hers and regularly plays. Gawd, go nibble a raindrop!"

I found the above passage at this website. But don't expect any kind of explanation.
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dispatch from work.

Today you find me at work at the hotel, waiting for some lawyers to finish their meeting so I can go in and clean the room. Since I am currently the only caterer here, and I have some time to spare, let me take this time to tell you about a band I've been listening to lately.



Cansei De Ser Sexy means "tired of being sexy" in Portuguese, and it is also the name of a stylish young band from Sao Paulo, Brazil. The group, called CSS for short, got together through an internet networking website, similar to a South American Myspace. While they all knew that they wanted to play music, upon their first meeting few of them actually knew how to play a musical instrument. Musical roles were assigned through just plain fucking around, figuring out who could play what better than anyone else. The lead vocalist, known as Lovefoxxx, became the band's singer/rapper when she showed up to practice one day without her guitar and opted to shout irreverent, pop-culture savvy rhymes over a microphone. The group's talents were tied together by Adriano Cintra, the band's producer, multi-instrumentalist and lone male, and one hell of a progressive-electronic-dance-rock outfit was born.
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live welsh rarebit!

So what happened at the little show Caws Pobi played? Music happened. A thin boy in black with linkisch hat and a Team Dan button sang his songs of darkness and dismay...and Newport. The reviews were all positive. The sound setup worked well, my band-in-a-box mp3 player idea along with Lyle and my CP custom amp. I started with my interpretation of Leon Redbone's "Seduced" (which, itself, was an interpretation of a song by Gary R. Tigerman), and I was pleased with how it sounded. So then why was Caws so sour after the show? "Baldershit," he said to me afterwards. "Wuz a doggone pissaround. S'not what the songs should be. Mere compromised art tossed to familiar ears, our eyes on the watch while some rip-knees burn cloves outside waitin for the loud boys."

What made him a bit flustered was the fact that our show had been double-booked. Even though Fade 13 and I set the date on Interzone's calendar back in June, a few days before the show somebody at the coffee shop told the bands Tourist and Elefante that they could do a show on the same night. My understanding is that Interzone's owner was gone at the time, so one of the less-aware workers made the mistake. Anyway, what all this means is that we had to be done by 9pm. I didn't get set up and playing until about 8, and around 8:24 Fade 13 gave me the signal to wrap it up, because he still needed to perform. My 40-minute set had been severed down to half its length, all because some uninvited (albeit talented) bands were allowed into our time slot.
Oh well. Such are the shortcomings of live performance. The show itself was certainly not a disaster, but right now I am in no great hurry to play again. Caws is currently wrapped up in his idea blanket, murmuring about a new post-Manticore aesthetic.
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poster design by Fade 13 (& Caws Pobi)
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