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Correspondence 101: (no subject)

Hi, 

I think I have a stalker. Now, I know many of you won’t be surprised. Most people bearing such genetic gifts have to deal with the nuisance of an unwanted admirer at some or another point in their genetically gifted life. Why should I be any different? But I have to say, I think my particular stalker might be a little different than yours. Because while your stalker also probably clicks “Send Snyway” when prompted by the “Warning: This message has no subject. Are you sure you want to send it?” dialog box of his/her email program when sending you some emotionally awkward and poorly worded reminder invitation to some dinner event you never remembered hearing about in the first place, something tells me the signature of your stalker is not the signature of the third most powerful person in the world (behind of course the genius husband and wife team of Chang Jin Sook and Do Won). 

Oh, and speaking of invitations … Next week is a good week for you to come see how big my hair gets in the summer. First up, the indomitable Misty Boyce will grace the stage at a place called Mercury Lounge. From what I understand it sounds better when you stand next to the sound man but still not as good as the guy who bangs on a frisbee with a bunch of duct tape wrapped around his fingers about 2/3rds of the way into the unbearably long tunnel connecting the 123 Line with the FM or L Lines at 14th Street and 7th Ave. and 6th Ave. respectively. Make sure to click this sentence to be linked to a place where you can buy tickets for the show. Or you could choose to not listen to me and go to stubhub.com. Go ahead, buy your tickets there. You’ll definitely be glad you didn’t listen to me. 

In unrelated news, but still in keeping with places you can go to see me having a good hair day, the Mother Feather postcard is of course the obvious focal point of the following digital representation of the lamest city on earth … 

… What I won’t mention is how f#@king lame the a$@h)le with the umbrella looks and why he serves as further proof that my life is so much better since I sold my car and stopped having to invite people to shows at The Viper Room. 

Anyway, assuming you are not the kind of person to look like an a$%hole when you walk down the street with an umbrella in the summer in Southern California, you are totally cordially invited to come see Mother Feather next week at a place called Bowery Ballroom. From what I understand it sounds better when you stand next to the sound man but still not as good as the guy who bangs on a frisbee with a bunch of duct tape wrapped around his fingers about 2/3rds of the way into the unbearably long tunnel connecting the 123 Line with the FM or L Lines at 14th Street and 7th Ave. and 6th Ave. respectively.

In related news, I’m making an appointment for this …

Finally, the astute among you will notice that a failed rocker band called Rich Girls is heading into the studio on August 5th. Truth be told, if you actually remember the band Rich Girls and subsequently had the opportunity to witness the forthcoming recording session, you would probably say “Hey, only one of these really good looking guys was in Rich Girls! Who are these other two really good looking guys and how can I get them to come over to my house and watch a movie?” And I would say “Maybe you should send them an emotionally awkward and poorly worded message via some or another social media site. And I’ll tell you more about how excited I am to have some new(ish) tunes be recorded by Steve Wall when I feel like it!”

Mwah!

M

P.S. Speaking of stalkers …

P.P.S. Happy Birthday Debby …

P.P.P.S. I saw you sing once …

P.P.P.P.S. And you were totally drunk …

P.P.P.P.P.S. …

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Re: This Old Apartment 101, I almost forgot to tell you …

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. We are almost ready to invite you over for dinner …

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. …


English Grammar 101: Sgt. Scott Moore Says Mila Kunis Marine Ball Invite Was “Kind of a Bet”

Hi,

For today’s lesson in “How To Be A Racist While At Once Not Losing Your Job And Garnering Additional Respect From Fellow Racists” please say hello to our special guest Mitch McConnell, distinguished Senator from a state located south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Hi Mitch!!!! Now, read the next sentence and notice how Mitchy Mitch deftly omits all the words like n_ _ _ _ r, c_ _ n, d_ _ _ y and half b_ _ _ d and replaces them with the all encompassing “this president” in order to sum up his point about about the supposed incompetence, thievery, and general ineptitude of The Big O.  ”… I have little question that as long as this president is in the Oval Office, a real solution is unattainable.” On a scale of 1- 10, 1 being Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and 10 being David Duke, I’ll give the good senator an 11. 

In unrelated news about white people, this sentence links to a website that I still think is funny. 

In other unrelated news about white people, I did some great recording the other day at a place called the Bunker. Wait. Sorry. That was a bad sentence. That was a sentence akin to the following two sentences often heard when you’re the bass player in a band. “_[so and so]_ is coming up  to sing with me on this next song. _[he / she]_ is also a great artist, so you should totally check out their stuff.” And no, the gramatical error involving singular vs. plural usages is not mine, thats just the way people talk. Fortunately for all the white people I play with, poor grammar isn’t gonna hold them back in society. Anyway, the sentence was bad because in the context of this weblog it sounded like I was saying that I was doing such a great job of performing even though what it was actually saying was that I was doing a great job or recording. Neither are really true. Even if I did do a great job of performing in the studio, I would never say that because saying something like would make me afraid that you would think I was an a@&hole. Nobody wants that. What I was trying to say was that I really enjoyed myself while I was recording with ______ ______ over at a place called The Bunker with a guy named Aaron Nevezie. Can’t wait to hear the finished product of the two songs we worked on and to be sure that no one will get into trouble for me telling you who’s band it was. The point for now is that if you have to make a digital representation of a song you wrote, you should definitely consider the services of The Bunker. Full stop.

In totally and completely unrelated news, I’m playing tomorrow night with newly engaged Misty Boyce at a place called Public Assembly for an event called Women Rock. Needles to say, it’s gonna seem pretty weird if no one shows up and Misty starts playing ballads. And, Mr. Brown and Mr. Schonerhornerherhoehnerer and I will be joining the also rocking Claire London directly following the aforementioned rocking Misty Boyce. All this starts at 10ish.

I’m gonna go now and send a few long overdue dinner invites. 

Mwah! 

M

P.S. Congrats …


Musicology 101: Scratch That Name on The Record Player

Hi,

Some kinda R.E.M. Greatest Hits is playing in this cafe … I’m pretty sure this song is better than whatever you were just listening to. 

I’m gonna go get a milkshake now and think about the 90’s. Actually, that’s not true. I’m actually gonna go to The Nunnery and learn Alfonso Velez’s album for our gig on September 11th. And then I’m gonna go to rehearsal with Misty for our gig on the 7th at The Rock Shop. Along the way though I’ll probably think a lot about what an awesome band R.E.M. was and how Michael Stipe probably wishes he had hair like mine as much as I wish I had a voice like his.

Mwah!

M

P.S. Ever notice there aren’t many Burger King’s in NYC? 

P.P.S. I made Michael Stipe an Americano once. 

P.P.P.S. The date was July 19, 1995.

P.P.P.P.S. Something tells me the experience left less of an impression on him.



Sep 26
Come tell me how cool you think my new cables are at tonight’s last minute show with Misty Boyce! We’ll be at Cameo, in Brooklyn, at 11pm…

Come tell me how cool you think my new cables are at tonight’s last minute show with Misty Boyce! We’ll be at Cameo, in Brooklyn, at 11pm…


Promotion 101: Get Happy, Heaven Is Waiting!

Hi, 

Well, since you asked, I did finally open that letter …

… fortunately I am not the victim of mistaken criminal identity. It’s just a jury duty questionare that I am now filling out. Actually, I’m not filling it out right now. That was a lie. Obviously right now I am writing to you. Actually that’s also kind of a lie. Right now I’m just typing and I couldn’t care less if you read this or not. But since you’re always asking me about stuff, I figured I should answer. Happy now? 

No? Well, maybe you should get happy and peel yourself away from watching Rachel Rae because Christine O’Donnell isn’t in the news anymore and come on down to Bowery Electric tonight where Mother Feather will unleash the officially released on Tuesday Extended Play recording of music being made available for people who still enjoy destroying the planet with unnecessary objects like CD’s when you know you’re just gonna put it on your iPlayerOfTheMuzak and shuffle it around with a bunch of other music that is probably not an innocent bystander of something called the Compression And Loudness War In Mastering and if Mother Earth is lucky, maybe just maybe you may use your Mother Feather CD as a coaster after you’re done importing it into the Dell laptop that makes you look like an a@$hole when you invite over the creatives from the graphic design firm for a meeting about your App. Your App? Are you freaking kidding me? You’re spending $46,000 on developing an App? Wow. It really is true that no one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people. Anyway. I gotta go and try not to stab myself in the eye while I practice my double bass intonation for the next 4 hours. 

Mwah!

M

P.S. Your plans tonight start at 7:30pm …

P.P.S. That’s when I’ll be playing with Misty Boyce at …

P.P.P.S. Bowery Electric! 

P.P.P.P.S. What a coincidence! 

P.P.P.P.S. Then you can take a break and get some cake

P.P.P.P.P.S. Then you get your dumb face melted off by …

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Mother Feather …

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. At 10pm. 


Tracking piano for the next Misty BOYce album. 
Prepare. Your. Self. 

Tracking piano for the next Misty BOYce album. 

Prepare. Your. Self. 


Geo Politics 101: The War Is Over?

Hi,

Today is pretty cool. Having reached the goal of killing and or enabling over 100,000 Iraqi deaths in the last decade-ish, the US is withdrawing the last of it’s troops today. Behind, we will leave a lot of friends.

In other news about today, you may be interested to know that I am not only wearing a cool new tie because it makes me look, er, cool, but also because it’s part of the requested attire for one of my gigs today. One of my gigs today? Oh yeah, I have three. That’s my version of a humble brag. Just, you know, nonchalantly mentioning that I am so sought after that I have three professional bookings in one day. Oh, and did I mention that said three professional bookings are for something called the “Double Bass.” That of course means I have two bass that I have to play simultaneously. The same part. Doubled. More bass. Mucho Bella Basso! 

Anyway, the first and third of my gigs today are with the formidable Kris Gruen. He’s the kind of guy you wish would run for president, or at least city council. He probably will someday. For now I get to listen to him sing while I stand next to him mostly just playing the root note of whatever chord he happens to be playing at any given moment of whatever song we happen to be performing. It’s pretty fun, especially since he’s such a good singer. We play at The Richardson at 4pm. That’s in Brooklyn. Then we play at 2A at 8pm. That’s in the East Village. 

In the middle of those two gigs, I’ll be playing my first gig with Mr. Jon DeRosa. He has more tattoos than me and a very racy set of playing cards mounted to his living room wall. Last week we recorded some songs for his next album. The very good drummer Mike Pride was there too, playing the drums. We’ll be playing, minus Mike, at The Richardson at 5pm. That’s still in Brooklyn in case you forgot. 

Incidentally, The Richardson is owned by one of the guys that made the movie this part of this sentence links to

In more news about today, my stomach still feels like crap, I’m still in a bad mood and yes it has started to interfere with my general happiness as it relates to other living things. Fortunately there are only three and a half weeks until my privatized medicine doctors appointment. 

Mwah!

M

P.S. The Misty Boyce extravaganza band thing is playing on Tuesday at Glasslands

P.P.S. Any website that has pop-ups asking me to join a mailing list is lame … Yes, even if the website is promoting one of my friends.

P.P.P.S. In case you don’t wanna go out on New Year’s Eve, the Casey Shea Band will begin self destructing on Stage One of Rockwood Muzak Hall at 11pm.


Holiday Shopping 101: Work Today! Paid Today!

Hi,

Right now I’m listening to Honky Chateau, which is, for me, harder to spell than it looks. Anyway, you should too. It’s better than anything you’re ever gonna write so you might as well just sit back in your dumb little chair with the fake leather cushions and the buttons falling off all over the place and say to yourself “Holy crap, this is better than anything I’m ever gonna write! How did they do that?” 

In related news, today’s photo of the day is the photo de jour, which conveniently links to some pretty uplifting news: 

Oh, and since you’ve been asking, yes, tonight would be a great night to give me that Christmas gift you’ve so carefully wrapped. I’ll be down at Glasslands with the exterminating Misty Boyce. Tonight we’ll be joined by Charlene Kaye and Amy Merrill. We go on at 11pm.   

Mwah! 

M

P.S. …

P.P.S. … S.A.T.


Promotion 101: Tonight …

Hi, 

A reminder that Andy Fitzpatrick’s Flying Circus will be performing his tribute to Jeremy Lin at Madison Square Garden tonight at 8pm.  

In related news, earlier today I was killing time whilst getting some windows replaced in ol’ apartemento and decided to finally listen to a few “song” demos from one Casey Shea. What’s that? You never heard of him? Doesn’t really matter. The point is that we’re gonna go into something called “the studio” next week to do something called “record music.” In preparation we’re gonna do something called “rehearse.” I know, it seems like a bad idea to me too. Anyway, I thought I’d share one of his new songs with you and maybe get some feedback before we commit ourselves to this new direction for the band …

 
Be sure to post your comments to caseysheamusic.com.

See you tonight!

M

P.S. Help support my retirement fund by purchasing the latest EP from Mother Feather by clicking this part of this sentence!

P.P.S. Help support my retirement fund by purchasing In Your Head, the latest album by Casey Shea (featuring my song No Son Of Ours) by clicking this part of this sentence

P.P.P.S. If you don’t already have plans for Mardi Gras, come down to Lady Jays in Brooklyn on FAT TUESDAY where I’ll be mixing up some jazz tunes New Orleans style with Misty Boyce (keys) and Jamie Alegre (drumset)! 


mistyboyce:

WOOOOOOOOTTTTT

mistyboyce:

WOOOOOOOOTTTTT

(Source: charlenekaye)


Journalism 101: A Case Study In Not Using A Hashtag In A Title

Hi, 

In celebration of it being 75 degrees today I am wearing the fashionable H&M button down in pink, paired with the H&M fitted blazer in Black. I’ll also probably be in the park being about 68% less productive than I could be on account of the fact that the guy who is imminently doing my laundry informed that today is in fact Thursday and not, as I had thought, Friday, which of course made me feel good to know that I have not only finally caught up to life but apparently am now in the lead.

In related news, I would, at the risk of sounding pedantic, encourage you to read the article that this part of this sentence links to. Go Paul!

And now that I’ve performed my civic and fashion related duties, It’s time to move on to financial matters wherein I encourage you and the people you only say you love because you’re afraid to be alone in this cold dark mess of a world to purchase your tickets for next week’s Mother Feather show at Santo’s Party House! All the info you need is in the link contained in the part of the last sentence that looks like it is probably not just a series of text which you have been taught to recognize as language but is also a hyper link. Because in fact, it is a hyper link. 

Mwah! 

M

P.S. Help support my retirement fund by purchasing the latest EP from Mother Feather by clicking this part of this sentence!

P.P.S. Help support my retirement fund by purchasing In Your Head, the latest album by Casey Shea (featuring my song No Son Of Ours) by clicking this part of this sentence

P.P.P.S. Help support my retirement fund by purchasing the For The Grace Of Odd EP from Misty Boyce by clicking this part of this sentence!

P.P.P.S. I just saw the final art for the forthcoming Jon Derosa album last night … 

P.P.P.P.S. It looks pretty awesome. 

P.P.P.P.P.S. That album features me playing something called “Upright Bass” and even has a couple tracks on it that I recorded here at The Nunnery.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I’ll be playing with jon at a great bar called The Richardson on Sunday at 5pm … I recommend the deviled eggs.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. You should really just quit your job and go outside and enjoy the global warming …