American History 101: How Canada Became The 51st State

OK, first things first. Before you start in about how I haven't been keeping up and how you've been checking in and where was I and how come I'm suddenly so inconsistent it might be time for you to think about not just why it is you come here everyday but what exactly it is you think you're looking for. Since I'm so insightful and helpful I'm going to be for you at once insightful and helpful right now and provide the following:

http://tinyurl.com/yv7gj4

Anyway, how's it going? I sure hope you had a nice wee... Zzzzzzzz.

Anyway, I don't know if you ever noticed but in the top bar thing of this page there is a link to "next blog". It's a kind of internal goggle/blogspot advertising that takes you to a different blogspot blog each time you click on it and one of these days I'm gonna find the html code for it and delete it because I really feel like it's messing up the aesthetic that I've got going on here. In the meantime, I though it might be fun to click on "next blog" and see where it takes me ...

But before I do that I just wanna say to the young lady who critiques my creative editing of the grammatical rules of the American language that I appreciate her observations and will try to do better in the future and also that she should continue to create her own destiny whenever possible ...

Anyway, so I clicked "next blog" and it took me here: http://grand947.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog

I don't have much to say other than a general expression of dubiety towards the adult content of google's blogspot contributors:

Gamma! Really?

Anyway, in related news: I had no idea that there was Women's Ice Hockey in the Olympics.

In unrelated news: Tonight I did an amazing job of turning the lights off in between songs at the NickCasey gig at The Living Room (where Chris Cubeta and The Liars Club will be headlining a show this Saturday night featuring the best opening act in the history of bands to open for Chris Cubeta and The Liars Club: The Casey Shea Band) and while I was there, pretty much no one gave two craps that the USA Men's Hockey Team offered an encore performance of the mostly forgotten about and not even a little bit hoped for encore performance of the 1980 Miracle On Ice, sans cold war or this being a game for the gold medal or really any kind of hard feelings, eh? Said some Russian guy that no one's even heard of, Vladislav Tretiak, when reminded that he got to sit on the bench and contemplate how his underestimation of the greatest country in the history of Hockey teams that play with heart had singlehandedly paved the way for US domination of the entire free world: "They made a very nice movie — very patriotic ... I applaud the Americans for making a very nice movie ... very patriotic and very good for kids. The memories came back to me."

And, in case you too had to miss most of tonight's game on account of having to turn the lights off between songs of your 534th favorite band in NYC, here are some highlights:

Goodnight.

M

P.S. Zzzzzzzzzzz ...

P.P.S. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ...

P.P.P.S. Droooooooooooool.

P.P.P.P.S. Boner?

Time Management 101: Comment Moderation and The Art Of Being Monetized

Hi Kids,

I interrupt the sweet sounds of the new, to me, Black Bunny album (featuring the six string shenanigans of one Chrisso of future Mother Feather fame) to fill you in on just how the Casey Shea Band got to the point of Saturday night's colossal meltdown at Rockwood Music Hall.

It started innocently enough with a quick pint to celebrate the engagement of one Dean McCarthy (of Margarita Club infamy) to some girl I've never met but will assume is probably not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

From there we headed out for out secret-ritual-pre-show dance party. It's a great band bonding experience and motivational tool that Casey learned while getting his MBA in Underwater Basket Weaving at FSU. And since it was Nick Webber's week to pick the spot, he upped the ante and took us all slummin' to his most fav spot in the always inviting and underdressed West Village, Don Hill's!!!! Just look at how excited he is to be there...

Maybe he'll try to relax a bit before this week's world tour of Williamsburg, Manhattan and Cambridge. Cambridge!?!?!?!?! Holy crap. We have officially arrived!!!! Before you know it, we'll be playing in Ithaca, home of the greatest marquee in all of rock:

In other news, I did not go to the Rubin Museum yesterday to see the Jung exhibit on his Red Book. But I meant to. Maybe if you've got some free time this week you'll finally call and take me out on a day date.

I'll be holding my breath.

In the meantime I'll keep reading Wise Blood 'till I pass out.

In other other news, you can help me pay my rent by clicking on the ads at the bottom of the right margin. That's right kids, I have officially been monetized. And I have to say that once you get used to the itch (which is incidentally nothing a little cortizone cream won't fix up in just a few short days), it really starts to feel pretty good. And you too will feel good about getting in on the ground floor of what promises to be an empire of some or another scale. So, welcome to my financial future. Happy clicking.

Finally, today is Tommy Merrill's Birthday. If you didn't know, Tommy is the Senior Executive Vice President Of Talent Buying over at Rockwood Music Hall. So if you don't go on facebook right now and wish him a happy birthday you'll be relegating yourself to the 3pm slot on a Sunday afternoon for the rest of your pathetic little music career life. Pucker up bitches!

M

P.S. I'm gonna listen to the new All Night Chemist's album right after I finish up with side 2 of The Idiot.

P.P.S. You should too.

P.P.P.S. Both of 'em.

P.P.P.P.S. If you didn't already, you should click on the words All Night Chemist's and get yourself redirected to a page where you can download the album for free.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Because I told you to.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. KOBE!