So the itch to play live again is becoming nearly unbearable. Nothing is booked as yet, but we should be trying to get some gigs together real soon. We've been practicing like never before (twice a week is now the norm, stepping up from like once every few weeks or whenever we felt like it), and it will pay off once we fire this up on a stage near you. Just bear with us a little longer, as working stuff out for 5 people is far more demanding than working it out for 3. And one of many lessons we've learned from our evident recent obsession with The Wire is that you can't put an inferior product on the market and expect to keep your muthafuckin' corners, B.
Anyway, just rest assured that the new music sounds incredible (octastic, you might even say). We're still playing most tracks from Razzle Dazzle and a bunch of new stuff is in the works. We're working out a track called "(Let's) Make It Happen" that's going to blow your minds, and of course you can hear a demo of the first track to emerge from the new lineup, "Bang! Crash! Pow!" on our myspace page.
If you feel like helping us along though, I'm going to reach out and ask for some help here. I'm not talking money or anything so crass. We're looking for items that sound cool when you bang on them with sticks, mallets or metal rods. Buckets, oil drums, random hunks of metal, stray cats, etc. are along the lines of what we're looking for. Just kidding about the cats. I'd never hurt a cat. Well, unless maybe it looked at me the wrong way. But yeah, any noisy junk you might have lying around could be put to good use. Right now, poor Gavin spends practices sitting on a foldup camping chair beating on an overturned bass drum and a totally random assortment of other leftover percussive items. To his credit, he's still making it sound awesome, but this setup needs some spicing up. I promise we'll credit you for your donation by writing your name or drawing a picture of you or something on whatever items you donate, so that anyone watching us on stage knows that it was at one time YOUR giant metal trash can that Gavin is now beating on. Who wouldn't want that? I'll also tell you that all donations are tax deductible because that sounds good when asking for stuff, but in reality I'm full of shit and have absolutely zero idea how that works anyway.
As a final bit of actual substance in this blathering, we have plans for you tonight. If you know us, contact us. If you don't, meet us. And then join us for this evening's festivities. Small gathering chez Ooze early. On to Studio B for an intriguing debut set by Faux Punk. Next over to The Lucky Cat for a DJ night featuring our own Skinny Friedman and his crew Philadelphyinz. You might meet all new members of The Ooze if you play your cards right. And Mario's in, so you know it'll be a good time. From what I hear, Mario likes to party.
RANDOM IRRELEVANT SHIT:
- Currently playing repeatedly on The Ooze's various sound systems: Simian Mobile Disco - Attack Decay Sustain Release
- Recently playing at absurdly high volume on our band P.A. for approximately 4 straight hours while no one was home: One of Mario's party playlists inadvertently left on repeat. Open the door to our building to be immediately bombarded with "Supersonic" thumping away from one floor down, presumably around the same time our unfortunate neighbor texted us that he'd heard "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" like 30 times already, begging for mercy. We apologize to all our neighbors. I can't say in good conscience that it won't ever happen again, but it won't happen often at least.
- The Spurs beat Dallas without Tim Duncan Wednesday night! Ginobli knocked down 37 and Parker issued his standard ass-kicking. Still undefeated at home, bitches! I hear the Houston Rockets won a game that night too. Good for them. Cause what everyone wants to see is the Rockets sneaking into the playoffs and embarassing themselves in the first round for the 400th straight year. OK, I'm just talking shit for Mario's sake. I actually like the Rockets alright, and I love T-Mac, and I really want him to get out of the first round finally and shut up assholes like me forever. And then I'll squeal with joy as the Spurs totally dismantle them in one of the next rounds.
- Speaking of basketball, go Hornets! Check out the standings, NOLA. You got a pretty killer team this year. 2nd place (after the mighty World Champion San Antonio Spurs, of course) in the hardest division in basketball. Would have home court advantage in the playoffs if the season ended today, and we're far enough in that it doesn't look like a fluke. Problem is no one's showing up for their games. Come on, you've got one of the top 10 teams in the NBA right now, one of the top 5 point guards, a dude running around in a fatass teal insect costume, the actual factual cheapest tickets in the whole league and no one's going to watch? Whatever, I'm going to some games when I'm next in town early next year. Hope more people are turning up by then.
- I was thinking, can anyone find a block in Manhattan that doesn't house a kitschy Irish pub? They're like the Clear Channel logo. You never notice one in the course of your normal activities, but if you stop and look around, they're fucking everywhere. Crossed my mind fleetingly as I was walking from Chelsea down to the J stop last week. Thought about it again standing outside Revival last night and seeing the place next door. I've been working at this office building for 2 years now and noticed this morning for the first time that there's one right next door. I say it's an IRA conspiracy to manufacture some relatively viable reason for any rational human being to listen to The Pogues.
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