Postcards From People You Dont Know

I received a postcard in the mail today. I laughed, but I didn’t know anyone named Dennis that would send me a postcard. I turned it every which way to see if perhaps I was reading the name wrong. Nope, it was Dennis. I was racking my brain for the following hour trying to figure out who this Dennis character was. More importantly, how did he get my address and how did he know I had a Weimaraner?! It was while I was walking the aforementioned Weimaraner that it all came to me.

About a month or so ago Dennis Mahoney (of 0(zero)format fame and a contributing writer for The Morning News) sent out an email to people that were on his email list. The email went on to explain that he had gotten his hands on some old postcards. He further explained that if we, the recipients of his email, wanted a personalized postcard, all we had to do was email him back with an address and some brief personal information. I did some digging for the email that I sent to him. In it I explained that , among other things, I had a Weimaraner and I hated cats. So there you have it.

Let it be known that Dennis Mahoney is a good man, his web site deserves reading, as does his writing on The Morning News and he is destined for great things. Dennis rocks.

Postcards From People You Don’t Know

I received a postcard in the mail today. I laughed, but I didn’t know anyone named Dennis that would send me a postcard. I turned it every which way to see if perhaps I was reading the name wrong. Nope, it was Dennis. I was racking my brain for the following hour trying to figure out who this Dennis character was. More importantly, how did he get my address and how did he know I had a Weimaraner?! It was while I was walking the aforementioned Weimaraner that it all came to me.

About a month or so ago Dennis Mahoney (of 0(zero)format fame and a contributing writer for The Morning News) sent out an email to people that were on his email list. The email went on to explain that he had gotten his hands on some old postcards. He further explained that if we, the recipients of his email, wanted a personalized postcard, all we had to do was email him back with an address and some brief personal information. I did some digging for the email that I sent to him. In it I explained that , among other things, I had a Weimaraner and I hated cats. So there you have it.

Let it be known that Dennis Mahoney is a good man, his web site deserves reading, as does his writing on The Morning News and he is destined for great things. Dennis rocks.

gateway rules

I wouldn’t normally comment on what a computer company is doing to market itself, but Gateway is going the extra mile. They even have a section of their site dedicated to your rights as a consumer, as it relates to the copying and distribution of music in digital form.

You think Apple’s “Rip. Mix. Burn” campaign got Hillary Rosen’s panties in a bunch? In an attempt to rebut Gateway’s stance and information, she offered this pathetic response:

“The Gateway commercial is fun, but their website is nothing but a gateway to misinformation. No one has proposed anything that would ‘prevent all digital copying.’ If Gateway truly believed that illegal copying hurts all artists and labels who make the music we enjoy, they wouldn’t be relying on these misleading scare tactics – they’d be working with us to find a solution to the piracy problem. If only they would devote a little bit of the millions of dollars they’re spending on this ad campaign to help stop illegal downloading…but that wouldn’t help them sell more CD burners, would it?”

Hillary, I really wonder if you even know what fun is. No one has proposed anything that would prevent all digital copying?! You must be joking. Gateway doesn’t want to hurt the artists, they’re just making a business out of your own scare tactics. Essentially, you have handed them (and any other company that wants to follow suit) a nice marketing plan.

If working with you means crippling the computers people use and not the CDs, why would they want to do something like that? So you can wipe your hands just-clean-enough so people don’t notice the blood under your finger nails? Pu-lease! Hillary, darling, do share with the class just how Gateway (or anyone) can help stop the copying of music.

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again and again, you are fighting a losing battle. You won’t win. And if you don’t believe me, just ask Mark.

gateway rules

I wouldn’t normally comment on what a computer company is doing to market itself, but Gateway is going the extra mile. They even have a section of their site dedicated to your rights as a consumer, as it relates to the copying and distribution of music in digital form.

You think Apple‘s “Rip. Mix. Burn” campaign got Hillary Rosen’s panties in a bunch? In an attempt to rebut Gateway’s stance and information, she offered this pathetic response:

“The Gateway commercial is fun, but their website is nothing but a gateway to misinformation. No one has proposed anything that would ‘prevent all digital copying.’ If Gateway truly believed that illegal copying hurts all artists and labels who make the music we enjoy, they wouldn’t be relying on these misleading scare tactics — they’d be working with us to find a solution to the piracy problem. If only they would devote a little bit of the millions of dollars they’re spending on this ad campaign to help stop illegal downloading…but that wouldn’t help them sell more CD burners, would it?”

Hillary, I really wonder if you even know what fun is. No one has proposed anything that would prevent all digital copying?! You must be joking. Gateway doesn’t want to hurt the artists, they’re just making a business out of your own scare tactics. Essentially, you have handed them (and any other company that wants to follow suit) a nice marketing plan.

If working with you means crippling the computers people use and not the CDs, why would they want to do something like that? So you can wipe your hands just-clean-enough so people don’t notice the blood under your finger nails? Pu-lease! Hillary, darling, do share with the class just how Gateway (or anyone) can help stop the copying of music.

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again and again, you are fighting a losing battle. You won’t win. And if you don’t believe me, just ask Mark.

the horror

“We’re trying our best to rescue these clerks, but, realistically, there’s not a lot of hope,” said emergency worker Len Guzman, standing outside the 40 Watt Club, where the tragedy occurred.

the horror

“We’re trying our best to rescue these clerks, but, realistically, there’s not a lot of hope,” said emergency worker Len Guzman, standing outside the 40 Watt Club, where the tragedy occurred.

a trail of the dead review

…And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead @ The El Rey Theater (Los Angeles, CA) 04.05.02

The last time I was genuinely frightened at a rock concert was when I was a teenager at this old punk rock place near Lawrence, Kansas called The Outhouse. I was there to see a death metal band called Cannibal Corpse. The place was crawling with skinheads in steel-toed Doc Martins that were ready to kick anyone’s ass. Then there was the Trail Of Dead show last night.

Despite being a little frightened by the evening, which was nothing short of stellar, Trail Of Dead put on one of the loudest and most aggressive shows I have ever seen. The energy that they put into their show is insane, and I mean that in the best possible way. Prior to seeing them live, I had only read reviews, so I kind of knew what to expect. Reading about it and witnessing it were two completely different things. I don’t mean to make such a stink about the show part of the concert, because they are an immensely talented bunch of Texans, but their live show is very much a part of appreciating them.

Their new album, Source Tags & Codes is somewhat of a really loud rock opera. I’ll go so far as to say that if art has a sound, this band is channeling it quite well. It’s Sonic Youth meets At The Drive In meets Public Enemy. Trail Of Dead turn out some of the most agro melodic music that I have heard in years. Listen to the opening track, “It Was There That I Saw You,” and tell me you don’t hear it.

Conrad and Jason trade off between drums and guitars/vocals. If Jason were any more full of energy, the El Rey Theater could very well have blown up. Actually they damn near tore down the place. Yelling at the top of his lungs while Neil (on bass) thrashed about lending his own vocals on occasion, Jason stood on the monitors and speakers taunting the audience. They wanted to make sure everyone was having a good time, and as far as I could tell, they were.

It was clear that not only are these guys a band, but they are collaborators as well. It all just went so well…until they invited people on stage with them. The crowd was already pretty rough. A few people even jumped off the stage into the crowd, including band members. It was all so moving on many levels. I loved the whole experience. The evening ended with the band destroying everything on stage. Nothing was left, but a trail of dead [instruments]. Beauty in chaos.

a trail of the dead review

…And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead @ The El Rey Theater (Los Angeles, CA) 04.05.02

The last time I was genuinely frightened at a rock concert was when I was a teenager at this old punk rock place near Lawrence, Kansas called The Outhouse. I was there to see a death metal band called Cannibal Corpse. The place was crawling with skinheads in steel-toed Doc Martins that were ready to kick anyone’s ass. Then there was the Trail Of Dead show last night.

Despite being a little frightened by the evening, which was nothing short of stellar, Trail Of Dead put on one of the loudest and most aggressive shows I have ever seen. The energy that they put into their show is insane, and I mean that in the best possible way. Prior to seeing them live, I had only read reviews, so I kind of knew what to expect. Reading about it and witnessing it were two completely different things. I don’t mean to make such a stink about the show part of the concert, because they are an immensely talented bunch of Texans, but their live show is very much a part of appreciating them.

Their new album, Source Tags & Codes is somewhat of a really loud rock opera. I’ll go so far as to say that if art has a sound, this band is channeling it quite well. It’s Sonic Youth meets At The Drive In meets Public Enemy. Trail Of Dead turn out some of the most agro melodic music that I have heard in years. Listen to the opening track, "It Was There That I Saw You," and tell me you don’t hear it.

Conrad and Jason trade off between drums and guitars/vocals. If Jason were any more full of energy, the El Rey Theater could very well have blown up. Actually they damn near tore down the place. Yelling at the top of his lungs while Neil (on bass) thrashed about lending his own vocals on occasion, Jason stood on the monitors and speakers taunting the audience. They wanted to make sure everyone was having a good time, and as far as I could tell, they were.

It was clear that not only are these guys a band, but they are collaborators as well. It all just went so well…until they invited people on stage with them. The crowd was already pretty rough. A few people even jumped off the stage into the crowd, including band members. It was all so moving on many levels. I loved the whole experience. The evening ended with the band destroying everything on stage. Nothing was left, but a trail of dead [instruments]. Beauty in chaos.

a few words about kurt

April 5th will mark the 8th anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death. As I sit here thinking about what to write, I’m filled with sadness. I’m afraid of coming off as a little cheesy, perhaps a little cliche, about what it all means to me. Whatever.

I was living in Kansas, attending college the day that it happened. I don’t really remember the order of events that day, but I cried a whole lot. Nirvana was, and continues to be, one of my favorite bands. I remember going home and being glued to MTV as everything was happening. Kurt Loder was teary-eyed as he anchored MTV News throughout the day and evening. DJs from Seattle were interviewed, rock stars voiced their sorrow and the fans just wept. Everyone was stunned. I just cried and shook my head. I didn’t understand then and I don’t fully understand now.

Then there was the vigil in Seattle. Thousands of people crowded a park, making shrines to their hero, consoling one another, and crying. Then Courtney addressed the crowd, reading Kurt’s suicide note and commenting on it as she read. It was heartbreaking. More crying ensued. I cried myself to sleep that night, knowing that the same way Nirvana changed music with their birth, Kurt’s death would change music again.

I’ve read a lot about Nirvana, own quite a few bootlegs, and often listen to their music. One of the last books I read was Heavier Than Heaven, by Charles Cross. It’s the best book on Kurt’s life. He was granted access to Kurt’s personal diaries and conducted over 400 interviews for the book. I cried a lot when I read it, especially towards the end of the book. I also laughed at Kurt’s incredible sense of humor and his candor.

One of the things that I was so blown away by, and somewhat angered by, was the fact that Kurt was a fake in a lot of ways. He was so bright. He knew exactly what he was doing and from what I could gather, knew exactly how it was going to end. Many fans have been, and will continue to be, infuriated by the book. The truth hurts. Kurt wanted to be famous and he did everything in his power to make sure that he was. He relished in the drama on many occasions. That said, and told in gross detail in the book, I’m quite certain that his stomach problems and drug addiction are what killed him. There was no conspiracy. No one murdered him.

Like I said, I feel a little stupid even writing all of this, but I needed to say something. His music means the world to me and it still rips my heart out that he’s gone. He was so selfish. He didn’t have to go. I will most certainly remember the day for the rest of my life.

a few words about kurt

April 5th will mark the 8th anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death. As I sit here thinking about what to write, I’m filled with sadness. I’m afraid of coming off as a little cheesy, perhaps a little cliche, about what it all means to me. Whatever.

I was living in Kansas, attending college the day that it happened. I don’t really remember the order of events that day, but I cried a whole lot. Nirvana was, and continues to be, one of my favorite bands. I remember going home and being glued to MTV as everything was happening. Kurt Loder was teary-eyed as he anchored MTV News throughout the day and evening. DJs from Seattle were interviewed, rock stars voiced their sorrow and the fans just wept. Everyone was stunned. I just cried and shook my head. I didn’t understand then and I don’t fully understand now.

Then there was the vigil in Seattle. Thousands of people crowded a park, making shrines to their hero, consoling one another, and crying. Then Courtney addressed the crowd, reading Kurt’s suicide note and commenting on it as she read. It was heartbreaking. More crying ensued. I cried myself to sleep that night, knowing that the same way Nirvana changed music with their birth, Kurt’s death would change music again.

I’ve read a lot about Nirvana, own quite a few bootlegs, and often listen to their music. One of the last books I read was Heavier Than Heaven, by Charles Cross. It’s the best book on Kurt’s life. He was granted access to Kurt’s personal diaries and conducted over 400 interviews for the book. I cried a lot when I read it, especially towards the end of the book. I also laughed at Kurt’s incredible sense of humor and his candor.

One of the things that I was so blown away by, and somewhat angered by, was the fact that Kurt was a fake in a lot of ways. He was so bright. He knew exactly what he was doing and from what I could gather, knew exactly how it was going to end. Many fans have been, and will continue to be, infuriated by the book. The truth hurts. Kurt wanted to be famous and he did everything in his power to make sure that he was. He relished in the drama on many occasions. That said, and told in gross detail in the book, I’m quite certain that his stomach problems and drug addiction are what killed him. There was no conspiracy. No one murdered him.

Like I said, I feel a little stupid even writing all of this, but I needed to say something. His music means the world to me and it still rips my heart out that he’s gone. He was so selfish. He didn’t have to go. I will most certainly remember the day for the rest of my life.