Keep waking up into"life"like un-dream. Eyes open.Time=running. Clock tick-tick-ticking, into the future. Leap day and I haven't yet.
I can't wait for 3:66pm today - I'll be at Museum of Unfine Art, hoping to trade time for space.

NEWS FLASH: Local Space Money May Not Be The First Space Money!

An unfortunate Google search revealed that some nefarious forces of finance in the U.K. have already been pioneering the combination of Space Money with old-fashioned, corrupt, Planet Earth Time-Money!

You can read about the bogus concept of money for the super-rich space-tourists of the future here.

This year's Eugene Record Convention was a blast. Cosmo and I rolled out of bed at the un-Godly hour of 9am and picked up Mr. Zook and dragged our greasy asses down to mingle with the great unwashed masses of collector nerds from our local music community. I saw too many friends to mention and made some good scores on albums that I'd never had. Among my faves this year were an original press of Television's Adventure, on red vinyl no less and also albums by Tom Verlaine, Thin Lizzy, The Clash, 86 (the first band of Jesus Lizard drummer Mac MacNeily) and Rolling Stones' Beggars Banquet. I spent more than I expected but it was worth it. A good time was had by all and then we went for coffee.
Friday night, the Underlings played with our good friends Valiant Arms and Long Tall and Ugly at Luckey's Club Cigar. I'll post some pics at my long-neglected flickr and then I'll throw the link up when I get a chance(*later: here's that link). The funniest moment of the night was when this fucked-up drunk guy jumped up onstage with V.A. and started singing some screaming nonsense to one of their songs. At first, it sounded like some manic, Cleveland nightmare music, like Rocket From the Tombs or something - the drunk was really on to something approaching art. I captured a few seconds of video before they threw the guy out, which I'll post when I get a chance. Another fun night of rock and roll.

I was putting up flyers, as per usual, and doing my route around town, to various establishments and bulletin boards, when I walked into the Museum of Unfine Art and learned from Shawn about Prudence the Pug's passing. I am deeply saddened that a much-loved pug has left our community of artists, musicians, weirdos and general Good-nics.
Prudence was a friend of mine; she often licked my hand and snurfed me from time to time. In '98 and '99, I was going over to Shawn's house quite often to jam with our various noisy noise-nerd friends such as Guy Tyler, Mark Stern and occasional others. Prudence was always there, a real fixture in Shawn's art-house. I knew her when she was fairly spry; I remember the last few times I saw her, she was showing the tired indifference of age. But she still gave me a good snurf.

Prudence the Pug, Citizen of Eugene and Springfield, fondly remembered, sorely missed, R.I.P.

Man, I had a great time going out to see the Circle Jerks last night. I have to admit, they've never been my favorite band, but I've always appreciated their humor, energy and old-school punk credentials. It was cute to see all the punk kids, with their freshly-shaved mohawks, going at it like animals. The mosh pit was big but relatively friendly. I saw a few people really hit the dust, and one big guy in particular took a faceplant right in front of Zookie and I. Ouch! It felt like chaos swept through the room; the people wanted a chance to go crazy and they got it. The Band was tight and energetic; Keith Morris was funny on the mic; the bass player looked like Jerry Garcia. I had fun hanging with my friends and having a beer. Good times, great oldies...

Life is a blast. I like to have a good time, all the time.

Last weekend, we had Mr. and Mrs. Random and Dawn Baby and Zookie over for a lovely dinner on Saturday night. I had to leave early for my gig down at Luckey's, which was a fun evening of rock. We played with the thick-sounding Filthiest People Alive (pop songs with a hard, dual-guitar attack, keys and technical drums), and a side-project band of theirs called Hand Held, which was just keys, bass and drums. Sorely missed was Chance Became Fate, a band I've wanted to share a bill with for quite some months now, who had to cancel due to a family death. Please accept my condolences on the loss. Hopefully, we'll get to share a bill in the near future.
Other than reading friend's blogs and spending what time I do have on working, hanging out with loved ones, practicing with the Underlings and untangling Christmas lights, I really haven't been doing much. Next time you see me, poke me and then tell me to work harder, shut up and quit complaining.

It's raining outside. It is raining like the clouds really mean it. And the wind, it is a'blowin. I love the onset of winter, with its intensity, coldness and menace. Weather like this makes me appreciate staying indoors, cranking up the heat and having some coffee while listening to punk 45's through a one-speaker stereo. I also got some cleaning done.

My friend, Justin Hrabe, singer from my old band Garden Weasel, has started a blog that features good punk rock mp3's from days gone by. Please check it out - it features songs from a KHSU radio broadcast done in February 1991. I'm contributing quite a few tracks to it that should be posted soon.

I'm preparing new mp3's of many of my old songs. I'll have several ready for consumption by anyone interested.

Peace & Rock,

The baby is asleep; time to blog!

I am stoked to be going into the studio with my boys on Saturday and Sunday. We've been practicing hard, working out the loose ends of our tune-age. I think the coolest thing about being in a band is just working with other people. Creating music is a collaborative art-form. The music is really just a by-product of the personality mesh of the membership of the band. Think of any band that has had a membership change. Did the music not dramatically change, at least in some way? Joy Division to New Order. Sex Pistols to PIL. Beatles to post-Beatles. Miles Davis to ...Miles Davis. The personalities and the co-workmanship, that's the cool shit.

Okay, enough metaphysical B.S. I had a friend at work tell me that he bought a working 1948 Fender Deluxe amp at a garage sale for $20, which he promptly turned around and sold on ebay for some obscene sum of money. I'm still not sure I even believe the story, but if it's true...makes me think, "Why not me?" Just once, it would be cool to find that rare piece of gear at a garage sale and just KEEP IT and make music with it. Oh well, better luck next weekend.

I've been blowing my brain out, listening to Husker Du mp3's on Seeqpod. The Huskers' music has really been hitting me in a good way, lately.

I noticed this blog as a result. I love the way mp3 blogs are making once hard-to-locate music available to listeners. I love the way the music industry is shaking under the duress of the changing nature of commercial music consumption.

It's a virt-virt-virtual world.

Sometimes, you need a little Eugene Chadbourne to help you make sense of it all:

Uz Jsme Doma at WOW Hall 11/01/2007 from Ed Cole on Vimeo.

I had a great time at Uz Jsme Doma a few nights back at the WOW Hall. I am a total geek for my favorite Czech band. It was sad to me that there were only about 25 other folks in attendance, but I always come away from an UJD show feeling inspired and re-charged. Next time, don't be a rock slacker - turn off the television, smash your iphone and go and see them when they pass through your town.
















(Capillary Action in action)

I also enjoyed the experimental jazz splatter-rock of CapillaryAction, from Philadelphia, PA. Great arrangements and playing on guitar, drums, keys and voice. They reminded me very much of Mr. Bungle musically; they generally sounded like neo-rockers that perhaps had collided with a busload of avant-guard classicists and then fell off of a cliff and violently landed on a station-wagon full of stoned be-boppers. Not too shabby in my seldom-to-be-humble opinion-especially for a mere three-piece.

Yay for music!

-Ed

Thank Dog for Halloween! My favorite (mostly) non-denominational holiday. I rushed home from work, bags of candy in tow and then proceeded to assist the wild assortment of trick-or-treaters that came by our place. Totally corny, but absolutely fun.
Tonight, I'm going to see one of my favorite bands, Uz Jsme Doma, who hail from Prague. I can't recommend them highly enough - like NoMeansNo mixed with Zappa-esque horns and very-technical arrangements. Their sound is a triumph of the human spirit over the dominant forces of evil! I hope any and all Eugene rock fans come down to the WOW hall to Czech it out.

Another valid day of employment has ended. Workers, grimy, bitter and slightly smelly, are amassing to decide which watering hole to souse their brains at after a hard day in the dirt factory. Strains of butt-rock echo in the dark emptiness of the loading dock. The lights go off. Nobody's left to fill your order, so don't call.

Every day is the same but different. I wake up with people I know and love, drink coffee, go to work with people I like, drive my car on a road with people I hate, drink with people I hardly know. Check into my virtual world to see if any other people I don't know are doing things that are interesting or are trying to contact me. Hmmm...

Slow-motion fall is taking over - or is it fast-motion? Everything is a blur of warmth and goodness lately. My band had a great show last week at Luckey's with Hot For Chocolate and Swallows from PDX, probably our most solid and inspired appearance to date. The other bands were great and made for an evening of coolness.
Baby Louis is a real bag of baby-fun. I love chillin' with the little guy, reading him passages out of the Hobbit and changing his clothes. Babies rule because, as a rule, babies are temporary. After awhile, they learn how to walk, talk, change their own clothes and feed themselves. You learn to appreciate the little suckers for just being wonderful blobs of humanity; little creatures that are the exact opposite of evil. Babies are our only hope! We must focus on raising our future world-saviors to take good care of us in our old age. Unite For the Defense of Babies (as an institution)(or, "UFDB", as I like to say.)
Cosmo is almost 15, what a trip! The kid is going to be driving and then going to college before I know it. It's strange to think about my children-units growing up and moving away; kind of like a "changing of the guard", as one grows up, the other is going out into the world. Very exciting to see my little humanoids in their little spheres, doing their things.
In the meantime, Tina and I are also "doing our things", playing gigs with our respective bands and trying not to forget to have a good time together before we die. Yay! Everything is groovy! Work for peace! Be your own Yoko Ono! Life is beautiful, so why not eat health food?

Things exist and so do I. The Underlings played a fun and furious show on Saturday at Luckey's. The crowd was digging and so were we. Swallows from PDX and Hot For Chocolate both turned out great sets. Another classic and fun Eugene show.
Work has been fun. I love working in the produce warehouse when the weather starts to change to fall. I get to bust into my collection of classic hats and color-coordinate my Wranglers with my work jacket and boots. It's like getting into my work role and role playin' it. Life exists and so do I.

I've been re-reading Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, the expanded edition. It's a trip to go back in time and think about my teen-aged self reading the same book some twenty years ago. I used to meditate at my bro's pad's LA swimming pool and pretend I was deep, ha ha ! Not much changes - or everything does. As a teen, you have a bunch of grandiose ideas and fuzzy certainties about how life is going to be. On the adult end, my needs have compressed some - less room for philosophy and idealism, more space for coffee. As a young man, I knew I was going to break out of the rigid traditions and mores that defined the folk in my town. As my new, panicking, on-the-verge-of-middle-age dude, I appreciate how the people in my home town kept their doors shut and had their parties over with by 10pm. What a conundrum! How can I further grok this?
Must...stop...grokking. Go...to...work...punch...clock. Obey...boss...cash...paycheck...never...sleep.

mORE GROKKING, mORE ROCKING, LESS TIME-CLOCKING

Blogging is an interesting place to be. I haven't really taken the time to disperse my thoughts online for awhile, so here goes:

THE END IS NEAR - REPENT!

Throw all your worldly rags in a big bag and light them on fire!Break loose from your self-imposed chains! Shake your ass to a new groove and bust a move! Wrap your boss in plastic and UPS' him to Chicago! End only yellow-colored foods, read only historical non-fiction, exercise three times a week, for the end is near!

There. That feels better.

It's been awhile, but we're back in style. Material existence consumes my thoughts. All I can think of are "things" to "posess". New instruments of destruction in my war on customer service. Music is a service industry with a warped sense of economics.
We bought a new car last week - 1997 Subaru wagon. It feels so yuppy to have a car that's only 10 years old that has working electronics, a stereo and lots of flashing dashboard lights. Very Buck Rogers-esque.
In other news, it's been a blast hanging out with lil' Louis, the wonder baby. He does more than most toaster ovens and warms more hearts in the long run. He also digs bass frequencies, so get to Ohmin' if you come over.
The Rock and Roll life has been treating me as well as I have treated it lately. Band practice is a manly place to be, with foul odors accompanying the new songs and somewhat sweeter smells enveloping the older material. Go figure on that one. Our next performance will be at Luckey's on October 6th. Come down and check us! We've been working very hard at our hard-rocking-ness. We will not dissapoint.*

(*exceptions will be made for the chronically dissapointed)

yours in yo-ness,

EH 101

YELTSIN pt 2 Slam Bondage from Ed Cole and Vimeo.