tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55694172011-04-21T18:14:11.029-04:00the.blue.boxJin ke sar ho Sangeet ki chhaaon,
paaon ke niiche Jannat ho giya Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1083512857057465112004-05-02T11:34:00.000-04:002004-05-02T11:50:45.746-04:00The reviews are outand the critics either don't get it, don't like it, or didn't do their research--IE, Meera Syal is neither a woman nor an actress (good work, Philly Inquirer). The Indian press is doing the one thing that the Indian press does well--spreading rumors about the show's demise.
So a couple of things. #1, did these critics see the same show I've been seeing every night? it's FUN. It's sold out, Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1082520725024597632004-04-21T00:05:00.000-04:002004-04-21T00:15:02.716-04:00I'm re-writing some dialogue from the showto more accurately describe today for you, dear reader:
"The gods have put us on this earth for a reason, and if they say you have to stay up till 4am downing pint after pint of God knows what at Rudy's on 46th street with your London connection and then wake up, still drunk, at 2 in the afternoon and drag yourself into town to SUBSTITUTE TEACH a computer music class to a dozen 6th graders (Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1081886308021907432004-04-13T15:57:00.000-04:002004-04-13T16:01:18.496-04:00I'm on TV!!!!!http://www.ny1.com/ny/TopStories/SubTopic/index.html?topicintid=1&subtopicintid=1&contentintid=38900
check it out, I'm the first shot....Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1081801767182970972004-04-12T16:15:00.000-04:002004-04-12T16:32:16.246-04:00I'm not sure if it's old age or the effect of living in the City for over 5 years, but I'm finding that I'm craving solitude these days. Not even just quiet-- that's long past, and now it's in Mazen's bag of tricks (proof that we're all getting old)--but just being alone. Maybe I'm becoming a hermit? I mean, hell, I've got the scratchy, "E-train-at-3-am" beard to go with it.
but more and moreDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1081700020567820972004-04-11T12:03:00.000-04:002004-04-11T12:16:28.733-04:00Happy Easter, for those of you who do Easter, and happy Passover, for those of you who do that, and happy day off for the rest of the BD crew, and happy plain old Sunday to everyone else. New developments:
--Christ (nothing like taking the name of the Lord in vain on Easter), do I have arthritis? My knuckles are swollen up like frikkin golf balls... but, they don't hurt. just... weird. timeDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1081452025737214152004-04-08T15:18:00.000-04:002004-04-08T15:23:10.890-04:00DSL DSL DSL DSL DSL
I'm addicted to limewire. old jungle dubplates, live versions of tracks, stuff I only have on crusty 12"...
dude.
just, dude.
(ok, ok, ok... in all honesty I'm totally against the stealing of music. But I'm thinking of this more as either replacing stuff I already have, or just picking up stuff I have no other way of acquiring.)
in other news... met andrew lloyd webberDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1080671256991058352004-03-30T13:23:00.000-05:002004-03-30T13:30:14.610-05:00OPENING NIGHT
at least for previews, was last nite.
sold-out theater, good performance, standing ovation, I've coordinated my boogie-ing in "chaaiya chaaiya" so that I can get air at the same time as the dancers. lots of fun. and my turban-tying skills are getting kick-ass.
Anyway, at the after party I finally work up the gumption to talk to the impossibly-cute girl who's dating Deep, my Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1080108070845521432004-03-24T00:53:00.000-05:002004-03-24T01:03:40.670-05:00this week's time out NY.
the cover, and the lower left-hand corner of page 19.
I almost teared up on the subway-- can't believe that this is my job.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1079893160479262392004-03-21T12:56:00.000-05:002004-03-21T13:21:47.653-05:00Be Careful What you Wish For
as you just might get it. Not that I'm complaining--far from it-- but I don't think I've worked this hard since the Skalars days. Bombay Dreams has taken over-- I can barely sleep any more, on my day off I'm thinking about instrumentation for one of the songs, pretty much the entire cast is down to 1 meal a day and a tremendous amount of coffee...
in short, Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1079364945524457802004-03-15T10:10:00.000-05:002004-03-15T10:38:06.293-05:00au theatre
So sorry 'bout the delay in blogging... last week was the first week of rehearsals and the schedule is taking a bit of getting used to: 1-10 pm, every day 'cept sunday.
let me preface any of this with the announcement that if I sound like I'm complaining, I'm kidding. This is easily the best job in the world and I'm beyond lucky to have wound up in it. (Although I wouldn't mind Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1078688679829288792004-03-07T14:26:00.000-05:002004-03-07T14:46:52.873-05:00It's always at Maryland house.
No seriously, every time I go to/from DC--which has been quite often in the last year, 2 gigs w/ Bikram (including 1 last nite), 1 w/ Yearbook, 1 w/ Hoy, 4 days recording in august and 2 days mixing in sept. w/ Yearbook, a wedding around labor day-- I wind up stopping at the Maryland house rest stop, which has crappy Roy Rogers and shitty maxwell-house coffee. AndDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1077914328579414332004-02-27T15:38:00.000-05:002004-02-27T15:40:52.513-05:00LAST POST EVER FROM 1 CENTRE ST.
I'm realizing now that when I started here almost 4 years ago, I had no clue about Indian music, had never touched a bhangra dhol, didn't really know much about DnB...
nothing like a job w/ next-to-nothing to do to get your life on track!
love
DDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1077743884330861712004-02-25T16:18:00.000-05:002004-02-25T16:20:06.590-05:00one of the sad things about quitting work to do Bombay Dreams is that I'm going to have to severely curtail a bunch of the other musical exploits/projects/legitimate bands that I'm involved in. Some of this stuff isn't so bad-- as much as I like playing dhol for a bunch of sweaty white ladies in a dance class, I could use the extra 2 hours a week to, oh I dunno, sleep. or eat. or do other shitDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1077400807961540242004-02-21T16:59:00.000-05:002004-02-25T16:00:49.890-05:00believe it or not, we're sitting in our "green room," looking at a rainbow that's coming out of the turret of the bedford/atlantic armory.
my knee is FUCKED.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1077051884711428052004-02-17T16:04:00.000-05:002004-02-17T16:06:39.170-05:00the best signature ever:
(As reads on the memorandum on my desk)
"I hereby submit my voluntary resignation as an employee of the Office of the Mayor, City of New York, effective close of business on the following date: 2/27/04
my reason for resiging is as follows: goin' to broadway, baby!
signed (employee): David Sharma
___________
OK so here's the dilly: back in December, before we left Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1075141989748911142004-01-26T13:33:00.000-05:002004-01-26T13:34:41.590-05:00about the only thing I'm winning right now is an ebay auction for "Arise" by sepultura.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1074884814206559602004-01-23T14:06:00.000-05:002004-01-23T14:08:23.450-05:00dearest Jehovah's Witnesses on the 4 train at rush hour:
Please go fuck yourselves. The last thing I need to hear when I'm on the way to a pointless meeting is about how God "ah go mash up dem heathen wi di fiyah a Judgement." It's like being stuck at the recording session of the worst Capleton song ever... except that Capleton's been replaced by an 80-year-old woman who can scrrrrrrreeeeeetch Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1074719261308976622004-01-21T16:07:00.000-05:002004-01-21T16:12:30.996-05:00home
original
how I spent my winter vacation
many, many interesting things in the works, including Andy Hoy's tailhook-inspired rock song.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1074296371777247562004-01-16T18:28:00.000-05:002004-01-21T16:09:29.796-05:00without a dope blog to step to
OK my bad... it's been like a month? For the 3.5 of you who actually read this, chances are good that I've seen you within the last few. speaking of the last few:
--went to TX for samantha's sister's wedding. Samantha's sister who, on her honeymoon, went tandem hang gliding in New Zealand.
(that's right folks, the votes are in, and your life sucks.)
Great Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1072068674149113702003-12-21T23:49:00.000-05:002003-12-21T23:52:11.840-05:00Hoy tour was great-- great shows, great fun, great guys, great audiences, and easily the worst/least PC jokes I've ever, ever been a part of. Not sure if there'll be a list of "Sharmaji's best of 2003" nonsense or whatever, but playing live music in front of an audience that doesn't give a shit at first and is blown away by song 3 is certainly up there.
Yearbook. tuesday. Sin-e. be there.
DDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1071594892408574052003-12-16T12:14:00.000-05:002003-12-16T12:15:43.890-05:00a word of advice from our op-ed desk
Don't buy a computer during the holiday season. as if $ wasn't tight enough with presents to buy and rent to pay and--oh yeah--a wedding to go to in Houston, Sharmaji went and realized that he just didn't have the bit power required to run the studio he's acquired/actually needs. Which means new computer. Which means dual processor G4 for a great deal.
butDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1071505398956125492003-12-15T11:23:00.000-05:002003-12-15T11:24:09.280-05:00so yeah... I think we drove by saddam last thursday-- he was hanging out outside the mens shelter on bedford and atlantic.
That's one sorry-ass looking mu'fuck, no? Like if Santa and one of the west side squeegee guys had a baby. All "V" style--like if you peel back his whole Dictator/hobo getup, he's got on a santa suit underneath.
I'll give the US military one thing-- they may be the best Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1071459827350876792003-12-14T22:40:00.000-05:002003-12-14T22:44:37.030-05:00So in the interest of being in good-playing mode today, I laid low last nite-- DIDN'T head out to see klute @ direct drive, DIDN'T pop in on Dabhi's DJ set uptown, DIDN'T make it to rekha's super-late after hours gig... hell, I didn't even make it to the end of saturday nite live.
and I played like SHIT today. funny-- looks like, in order to have a productive Sunday of rehearsals and lessons, IDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1070731585289872092003-12-06T12:17:00.000-05:002003-12-06T12:27:06.716-05:00once again, when it rains... it pours.
--in the process of trying to sell my sampler, I got contacted by one of the guys who was w/ sixpence none the richer. Remember them, from that "Kiss me" song? Anyway, not only does he want to buy the sampler, he's heard of me and is interested in working on a straight-ahead rock studio project. cool beans.
--it's looking like the full-on junglist Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1069962524773479662003-11-27T14:48:00.000-05:002003-11-27T14:49:17.140-05:00so HOW bad was the SOB's gig?
Let's put it this way: when your set's material is mediocre at best, and you can't even get through that without trainwrecking 70% of the time...
I think I lost ground as a musician. Seriously... I feel like I just negated a solid 2 years of hard work. Worst part is that more accomplished peers of mine, people who's opinions I respect, were around to watch me Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1069363164959094432003-11-20T16:19:00.000-05:002003-11-20T16:19:50.796-05:00so my new pasttime, is, I think, the pursuit of peace and quiet. that and trolling on ebay for good deals on monitors, microphones, and other assorted overpriced electromagnetic shit, but we already knew that, didn't we?
Seriously, I'm taking today off of music as best I can. no ipod usage, no learning tracks for this weekend's session, no finishing tracks for next weeks gig, no listening to Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1067879004080791542003-11-03T12:03:00.000-05:002003-11-03T12:03:22.870-05:00and to recap:
1.) Halloween. best costumes were up @ the williamsburg party-- the entire clan of the Tennebaums, including Royal and the tennis playing kids. "What w/ all the tennis players?" "oh, this one's McEnroe from the mid 70's, and the rest are with the Tennenbaums." "the Tennenbaums?" "Yeah, the whole fam-"
"oh shit!"
I'm still a bit pissed off @ halloween in NYC-- such an Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1067442482622173442003-10-29T10:48:00.000-05:002003-10-29T10:48:01.596-05:00sweet
been a minute, but been a good minute:
--We said goodbye to dearest Gulshan--'nuff posts going into the shenanigans are on the blog circuit.
--Sammy, Michael and I took an excursion to Staten Island for some Sri Lankan food (Victory Blvd. and Cebra ave, in case you're interested-- by the Brand New Albanian mosque). Wicked good, and I learned how to eat hard-shell crabs like they're Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1066324319573048002003-10-16T13:11:00.000-04:002003-10-16T13:11:59.520-04:00updatin'
the Hoy show was a wicked, rocking, drunken affair. AND dearest old buddy Alexandra Farkas came out, so that was great. and by 12:30 AM I was @ Lotus on the LES and COULD NOT MOVE. too much beer in me. Sunday/Monday was the "She hasn't killed me yet!" aniversarry of Samantha + Myself.... lots of good, mostly dead fish eaten @ the Oyster Bar, spa'd in the Plaza, and Brunched @ Norma'sDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1065545707381474962003-10-07T12:55:00.000-04:002003-10-07T12:55:06.740-04:00I feel like mary jo buttafuoco
just had dentist visit #4... scaling on the right side of my mouth. godDAMN am I numb... from my front teeth all the way around to the back of my head. anyone know a good way to get rid of novacain real fast?
So... sunday was a bust as none of the students showed. saturday nite @ ScooterRock was wicked, great DJing by the Northern State crew and, dare I say, Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1065292293738343782003-10-04T14:31:00.000-04:002003-10-04T14:31:33.553-04:00HOLY SHIT
there's 2 drumsets on stevie wonder's "signed sealed delivered".
dude was a monster. Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1065289199604920932003-10-04T13:39:00.000-04:002003-10-04T13:39:59.186-04:00please God, make me smarter. or at least, just less dumb.
For some reason, when the option of going to Liz's birthday party with Slammie AND getting up @ 7 this AM present themselves as what should be mutually-exclusive situations, capt. Sharma thinks, "well fuck it, let's do both!"
why 7am? Because I had to play dhol @ this new york sports club exposition thing @ the marriot marquis in timesDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1065190883900547892003-10-03T10:21:00.000-04:002003-10-03T10:24:24.120-04:00it's a beautiful day
so I've got U2 stuck in my head... more on that in a sec.
it's been a busy few for the blue box... last nite in the space of 3 hours I booked my first show and had my first track played in the middle of a set @ basement bhangra... not bad! Although not the sound system banger I'd hoped-- not enough low end, and the dhol was too wet. so this PM is gonna be remix city. BBDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1064511183490999332003-09-25T13:33:00.000-04:002003-09-25T13:33:03.166-04:00oooh ooh OOH it's damn cold in this office.
so respect goes out to the interested parties from the BreakBeatScience board who are interested in kicking the live DnB scene up a notch. w/ live vox, even!
what else is new: new carpeting in the rehearsal space makes for a much more rocking Hoy and a much more creative Yearbook. And for some reason, the lessons have been going well and the dhols Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1063991139375586182003-09-19T13:05:00.000-04:002003-09-19T13:05:39.456-04:00ooh... would you look @ the new blogger interface? nice, kids, nice.
so after slaving away on the single-most banging dhol track you've ever heard yesterday, I headed down to Mutiny for the farewell gig. Rekha, Nav, Atul and the rest of the gang are moving on.
Mutiny was a great, great underground music force in NYC-- solid proof that South Asian music isn't all house remixes of songs from Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1063333011861898232003-09-11T22:16:00.000-04:002003-09-11T22:16:51.850-04:00P.S.-- we love you, New York
every last godforsaken, sidewalk-stained, overpriced, ass-stink, sweaty-armpit, gas-inducing cart food, trucker-hatted inch of you. No doubt.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1063302662981176552003-09-11T13:50:00.000-04:002003-09-11T13:51:02.836-04:00thinking of you, today. hope all is well.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1062792403812276412003-09-05T16:06:00.000-04:002003-09-05T16:06:43.863-04:00damn the apartment smells nice today
...And yours would, too, if you spent 4 hours mixing together the perfect masala of ghee (butter boiled down to a solids-only mixture), cardamom, nutmeg, cloves, and my "Especial Ingredient" to spread inside the new dhols. That's right-- why use varnish when you can get all Indian Mr. Wizard (aka "Wizardji" or "Wizard Uncle") on that ass? Anyway this is theDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1062604046670385032003-09-03T11:47:00.000-04:002003-09-03T11:47:26.593-04:00it's been a minute, no?
So since I last posted, I went down to DC, JT got some ink, Hoy and I found a new rehearsal space, 2 people were killed essentially in my front yard during the Parade-- and we had a party for the parade. Oh, and I've got 10 dhols sitting around, just waiting to be sold.
the highlight, for me-- besides getting to hang out @ home with a bunch of non-musicians, including Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061929650289529652003-08-26T16:27:00.000-04:002003-08-26T16:27:30.276-04:00Some people go to J&R just to buy stuff;
Me, I think I go for self-actualization. And to avoid work in the middle of the day, just after buying lunch.
item 1: Anyway... so I walk in, fully expecting to buy something aggro, a la some good hardcore or a jungle mix or something along those lines, and walk out with the re-mastered version of "Close to the Edge" by yes.
Yes.
fucking Yes. goodDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061587778700265982003-08-22T17:29:00.000-04:002003-08-22T17:29:38.676-04:00The NYT don't lie!
So I imagine that you did indeed read the NYT review of the dirt-cheap Vietnamese sandwich place on Lafayette and walker, right? Went there for lunch.
Oficially OFF THE CHAIN. Dude! 2.75 and it's wicked, wicked, wicked. imagine your favorite stuff at any old Pho restaurant. put it in warm french bread... for under $3!
hottness a gwaan.
DDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061575161823738882003-08-22T13:59:00.000-04:002003-08-22T14:00:50.486-04:00word... so yesterday was an interesting day. I had all kinds of hopes of actually making it to work... but things never panned out that way. What w/ the boss gone and me already having said "I'm leaving", I'm in total Office Space mode: "... yeah, I don't think I'm gonna go any more."
So... spent pretty much all of yesterday out @ my tabla teacher (affectionately known as "Guruji" or "Samirji"Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061439291751819942003-08-21T00:14:00.000-04:002003-08-21T00:15:08.510-04:00more shout-out-able NYCers
--The fine fellas @ happy falafel, AKA "whateverthehell that falafel shop is on st. marks by grassroots that's always got good falafel, and they're nice, no matter how drunk you is. Even if you're not, actually."
--Ted Leo and the MFing Pharmacists! Is this the best goddamn band in the world? At times you may think, yes, Sharmaji... yes they are.
--The security Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061404239848264002003-08-20T14:30:00.000-04:002003-08-20T14:30:39.826-04:00random NYC'ers that deserve shout outs:
1. Bobby Simmons. Bobby is probably best known for being the DJ on BET's 106th & Park. Then again, I don't have cable, so I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. What Sammy and I DO have, though, is UHF access. That's right-- we get all those hot channels above 13 and under 89. Among those are channels 26, 32, and 35, all of which show Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061346171293409912003-08-19T22:22:00.000-04:002003-08-19T22:22:51.306-04:00I have seen the 7th circle of hell,
and it's closer than you think: Springfield Gardens, NY. Directly east, across Rockaway Blvd., from JFK airport. Damn near Pico's hood. Actually, were there any justice (or poetry) in this world, it'd go llike this: Bikram's hood/Queens Village/Pico's hood/2 miles of hellfire-breathing pits in the ground a-la that horrible, horrible Dan Akroyd movie withDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1061226218285760542003-08-18T13:03:00.000-04:002003-08-18T13:03:38.290-04:00Weird weekend, no? Post-blackout conversations: "You think this is good to eat? Does this smell rotten to you? Since yogurt's already gone sour, can it go sour again?" and whatnot.
But besides that, Mike Yearbook had a lung collapse on him on Saturday. I talk to him in the AM, it's all practices, mix ideas, and the like. I get a call from his wife 2 hours later: "Hi Dave, it's Ellie... Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060997172763483242003-08-15T21:26:00.000-04:002003-08-15T21:26:08.243-04:00I guess it was nice to see the stars!
Seriously... when's the last time you saw actual stars in NYC? Very cool. not very cool was the dozens of gunshots going off in my 'hood, or the countless # of idiots running around on the roof of my building (where a crackhead was killed 2 years ago... lots of fun, that eastern parkway). What is is that takes over some idiot-thug's mentality to think, "Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060890096857472122003-08-14T15:41:00.000-04:002003-08-14T15:46:26.893-04:00talk back to me in your scandalous, soothing voice.
(via the new comments section, you ninny).
and if you're friends w/ Sammie, send her an email or give her a call because she's getting bombarded w/ crappiness at work. And if you think that's bad... she has to come home to ME! The beautiful lady's got no escape.
Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060873941322532152003-08-14T11:12:00.000-04:002003-08-14T11:16:55.393-04:00White males have a history of making stupid decisions
Not that this comes as any sort of great surprise... But what brought this factoid to light today was this scenario:
Me, standing in our "green room" (!), in a t-shirt, work pants, and socks, ironing a shirt for work. And thinking, "why the hell am I doing this? it's 85 degrees outside and not even 9am yet; it's going to be in the 90s. Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060807239627071332003-08-13T16:40:00.000-04:002003-08-13T16:45:23.566-04:00Once at one of Dana G's summer BBQ's (the one @ the old house with the absurd amount of meat, including beer-soaked bratwurst), I came across eye exercises in a yoga book.
our eyes aren't as agile as they once were, you know. rather than hunt deer, all we do is look @ the screen and keep hitting f5 over and over again to see if the new pix of heidi klum are up yet.
Anyway. today I was so Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060744386621069982003-08-12T23:13:00.000-04:002003-08-12T23:13:06.630-04:00facts of life:
1. the best thing At the Drive-In ever did was break up. I know I repped the Mars Volta yesterday, but... dude. It's like Yes (back in the "close to the edge" days) downed a bottle of thunderbird, carjacked Carlos Santana (who was hopefully getting to 2nd base w/ newfound hottie michelle branch), and joined the Bad Brains. Great review in this month's While You Were Sleeping--Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060625806048164762003-08-11T14:16:00.000-04:002003-08-11T14:16:46.050-04:00it might've been a bout of light-headedness from a haircut... but I almost bought the 12" for "move your feet" by Junior/Senior 10 minutes ago @ J&R.
Then good sense prevailed and I grabbed the El-P "sunrise in brooklyn" 10" instead. phew!
Although, I caught J/S on the channel 11 AM news last week... quite a thing. fantastic drummer, jr. wore legwarmers, sr. rocked the mustache/visor/shittyDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060615460884548202003-08-11T11:24:00.000-04:002003-08-11T11:25:28.700-04:00Sleep is for the weak
Actually I may need to re-phrase that: Sleep is for the intelligent. And clearly I was trying to peek through the windows to the girl's locker room when God was handing it out.
Fun weekend regardless. Friday nite, Slammie and I met up for dinner w/ my folks and my cousin in from out of town who buys and sells the world... seriously. Don't remember his exact job, but Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060361083629941952003-08-08T12:44:00.000-04:002003-08-08T12:44:43.480-04:00blogger, what's w/ the punk-ass attitude?Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060358062610666472003-08-08T11:54:00.000-04:002003-08-08T11:54:22.580-04:00Lillie's Post Game
Ok, Ok... so you didn't want to come out to Red Hook in the rain. Yo comprendo. But what a fantastic ,drunken mess it was! See you've got to realize that the Hoy Rock Band (HRB, for those of you wondering what we're using for brand identity these days-- were thinking 26 point helvetica, as well. thoughts?) exists more as lengthy email discussions on the value of one's Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060275991945103492003-08-07T13:06:00.000-04:002003-08-07T13:10:27.550-04:00more pic's!
these are from the beer-soaked Hoy band @ Luna Lounge 2 weeks ago. For some reason, the throngs of ready-and-willing 22 year olds throwing themselves @ JT's feet were edited out. But you had to be there. See if you can interpret the sound guy's comments--"The sound engineer told me that Hoy's drummer plays really hard and loud. That might present a problem regarding excessive Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060110641502244572003-08-05T15:10:00.000-04:002003-08-05T15:10:41.590-04:00y'book in hardcore action... lots of pics. we edited out the ones in which Capt. Robbins punched M in the taco...Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060099260462059432003-08-05T12:01:00.000-04:002003-08-05T12:01:39.426-04:00time to get out the baseball bats and create "justice":
NYT articleDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1060095981653428222003-08-05T11:06:00.000-04:002003-08-05T11:06:21.680-04:00we're back
Wow. the Yearbook sessions w/ J Robbins exceeded all expectations. I think I've been composing a blog in my head for the past 5 days (shows how intensely we worked-- who the hell has time to check email??), more just so that I can keep a mental snapshot of how we got what we got, but... damn. How nice to work w/ someone who not only respects your (I hate using this term but it fits Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1059501929629142562003-07-29T14:05:00.000-04:002003-07-29T14:05:29.690-04:00dude, I am so full
I've been eating fantastic Sri Lankan food for about 4 days straight now. This is why my life is better than yours!!! Seriously though Sam's mom cooks a mean Tilapia curry, Pork shoulder curry, dal, rice w/ cardamom, homemade salad dressing... it just doesn't stop. She made me take her spice shopping, because all we had in the fridge was 1/2 of a calzone and some ketchup.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1059172448541703362003-07-25T18:34:00.000-04:002003-07-25T18:36:09.190-04:00damn, that was a busy nite!
allright... so the Rohan gig was a complete success. tablas were good n' loud, the loops behaved well, and the majority of the riddim section was smokin. we'll see what's in store, if anything, for this one.
the D-Plan were fantastic. how great to go to a rock show where people danced, and the group on stage looked like they were having an actual, un-ironic good Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1059066399069480782003-07-24T13:06:00.000-04:002003-07-24T13:06:59.990-04:00also... never in my life did I expect to hear a Panjabi song at a baseball game.... and then "Mundian tho Bachch Ke" came on in the 3rd inning. I kept waiting for Alphonso Moriano and Jeter to start doing some chaals... no such luck.
but very cool, nonetheless.
Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1059065828541202712003-07-24T12:57:00.000-04:002003-07-24T12:59:29.526-04:00OK, so I was a bit freaked out yesterday. Councilman Davis--an idiosyncratic but good guy--was asassinated yesterday, and a cop took out the asassin. Good for him, I guess.
In better news, Mom Sharma was given an award for being generally kick-ass yesterday-- AT YANKEE STADIUM. We got to watch her on the jumbotron.
The actual truth is that m'ma is the Executive Director of the Volunteer Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1058986921694953162003-07-23T15:02:00.000-04:002003-07-23T15:11:57.890-04:00What the fuck am I doing here???
so I leave the blue box a little bit after 2 to go get a bite to eat. in order to avoid the numbskulls walking down chambers st. towards the chinese-owned-mexican-restaurant (fresco tortillas or some shit like that... shit in a tortilla), I walk down reade st.
What I apparently missed on my way TO the restaurant was 6 gunshots being fired inside City Hall. OneDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1058904885321871472003-07-22T16:14:00.000-04:002003-07-22T16:14:45.380-04:00I.am.so.wet. see, that's what I get for thinking that I can fit in an errand to the west 20s during a 1/2 hour lunch and not get caught if I run over (which is always bound to happen). at least I am one cymbal richer, after being 2 poorer, as being a rock drummer (at least for now) entails breakin' shit. Wanna see it happen live? Monday, luna lounge, 7pm.
In other fun news:
1. was in Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1058797643813115092003-07-21T10:27:00.000-04:002003-07-21T10:27:23.840-04:00Back from Tour
and, to quote Mike Knapp, "oh my god I'm tired."
the rundown:
Thursday began with Ghoy sitting outside my apartment in the van for 25 minutes, due to a busted cell phone. we're like that. we get on the NJ Turnpike and BLAM!-- flat tire. Now I feel like I'm on tour-- nothing quite like hanging out in the shoulder of the NJT between exits 10 and 9 and waiting for the AAA guy toDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1058374711980294482003-07-16T12:58:00.000-04:002003-07-16T12:58:31.863-04:00urrrrgh. body.is.so.tired (I'm the opposite of teen girl squad. today I am not feeling SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD! or even PRETTTYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOD!). Sharma becomes MacGuyver--in the absence of having an actual shaker at a rehearsal yesterday, I improvised with a bottle of advil and a presription bottle of Tessalon. hot shit!
had a beer yesterday w/ most of the group that I'm playing with (Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1058208576402896662003-07-14T14:49:00.000-04:002003-07-14T14:49:36.310-04:00I know I'm getting old when the ideal Friday is spent indoors, painting doors and a window ledge. rock on, sharma.
so here's what you miss, not living with me (and you might want to give samantha an understanding grinnext time you see her)-- goatskin. massive amounts of the stuff. ever smelled wet goatskin? It, quite literally, smells like death. and is a pain in the ass to work with, but Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569417.post-1057954690170283142003-07-11T16:18:00.000-04:002003-07-14T14:41:02.700-04:00m'first blog. judging by the way this site's been reacting, I've got zero hopes that this guy is going to wind up on the vast internet.
make me proud, blog.
and your mom's a crack'ho. wanna see pix?Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907283812179172458noreply@blogger.com