Touring For 6 Credits…Part 1 of 1?4

•March 4, 2010 • 1 Comment

After reading this I was inspired to do something similar. I’ve read a few entries on the wide world of web about things to do or not to do while on tour. Ultimately, everyone’s experience is different partly due the kind of music they play, the area they touring in and obviously the people they are touring with.
I’ve done a few small tours and one tour that lasted an entire month. However, to some people a month is a small amount of time to be “on the road” as they say. I’m not talking about other people though. I’m talking about me again. I’m selfish like that.
The longer tour took place last April and I suppose it’s good I get some of this out before I completely forget the details. Having said that, I’ll be recounting some of the highlights and trying to pull out some general lessons while I’m at it. It’s important to note that unlike many other things I’ve seen written about touring that in my case I was a “sideman” and not the band leader. A lot of what I say might not make sense to band leaders or bands where most or all the members are on an equal level. In some ways for this particular band I was considered a “hired gun” which I believe explains itself. For this tour I was getting paid a certain amount of money each day even if we weren’t playing a show that day which is a great gig. However, whatever money I saw the band leader taking in for merch or from venues/promoters was not going to come my way. But it’s kind of like that old trick of taking $1000 now or getting a penny today, two cents tomorrow, 4 cents the day after that etc for a year? It seems like you’re getting the shaft at first but then you realize that the small amount starts adding up. So with this tour I wound up coming home with a nice chunk of change while the band leader wound up losing money (not including paying me and the other sideman). The lesson here is to get a gig where you are guaranteed a certain amount of money because there aren’t a lot of guarantees in the music business especially when it comes to cash.

I’m already feeling long-winded here. This is probably going to end up being split into multiple parts for my sanity and yours.

I can’t stress enough how important it is to really plan out what you’re going to need/want to bring on tour and make a checklist. Even then you’re going to forget something. Just try to make it something that you can buy cheaply anywhere at any time like deodorant or earplugs. CVS is your friend and lover. It’s crucial to be realistic while you’re getting you belongings together but don’t be cruel to yourself either. I made the mistake of bringing 3 or 4 books and wound up reading 1. This isn’t a big deal but you get the point. On the other hand I only brought 1 pair of pants and 1 pair of shorts. For many reasons I should have at least brought another pair of pants and they don’t really take up that much space. It’s hard to know how much space you’re going to be working with depending on what everyone else brings but you can always squeeze in a pair of pants or pillow in a nook between a cello and cooler.

Don't forget to pack a cat or two. Those definitely aren't my boxers...

IMPORTANT LESSON 1: PLAN! Be a planning machine. Look at the tour itinerary and check/think about the weather where you are going. If you’re touring in the south during the summer you only need to bring 1 snowboard and not 2. (That was a joke. Yes. I know that “the south” does get snow…in the summer.) Think about what you want to do in your free time which you will have an incredible amount of. Keep in mind though that a lot of this “free time” will be spent in a cramped car with other people. (Maybe you’ll want to actually get to know the people you’re going to be spending every second with for the next month. Maybe not.) If you’re feeling like you’ve got the planning thing down, you might want to consider doing some research into the places/areas you’ll be playing at, staying at or passing through. You may never get another chance to check out that Old Navy in North Carolina or that Starbucks in Shreveport. (Get it? That’s stuff you can do anywhere. You’re welcome.) There’s a lot of the same out there in this homogenous world but if you do your homework or walk down the right alley you can find some marvelous crap.

I’ll leave you on that cliffhanger for the moment. Since I know it’s tough to read the internet without lots of pretty pictures, here’s the first picture I took on the tour.

From a record store in Philly. I wanted to remember to check out the terrible looking movie by taking a picture of the record sleeve for the soundtrack. Still haven't checked it out...

The Better Donnybrook…Part 2…The Return

•February 27, 2010 • 21 Comments

As I had said in my first Donnybrook post, “If there is any interest I’ll post the other 2 eps as well.” Interest is upon us so I figured I’d keep my word.
I can’t really find any info on these other 2 eps but I’ve included my own scans of the booklet/case. As I mentioned before, I don’t mind this music being posted other places since I think it should be heard but I’d appreciate some credit. Obviously, this stuff is out of print and for entertainment purposes only. You could use it to torture someone too if they like terrible music.
Up first is “The EP” which was released in 2002 and produced by Johnny K.

http://rapidshare.com/files/356713586/The_EP.zip

And here’s “Overboard The Book Of Days” which came out in 2003.

http://rapidshare.com/files/356694718/Overboard_The_Book_Of_Days.zip

I hope you enjoy the tunes and rawkitude(it’s totally a word). If you do enjoy this music I highly suggest you support them by buying well the only thing you can currently buy from them at cdbaby. If you have any Donnybrook/Red Cloud Revival that I haven’t posted/don’t own please send it my way.

English As An Attempted Language: Part 3 Return Of The Attempt

•February 21, 2010 • 1 Comment

Hey. Here’s some more weird crap thanks to selling crap on the craps.
Here comes that quote:

“Hello,

i ordered the noted item from you back in December so you could ship it to my nephew in Lancaster. I was not able to contact him till last week (he’s incarcerated) i was wondering if he had received the magazine and he knew nothing of it (and had not received it). Can you please tell me why he did not receive what i ordered for him from you.

Thanks.

(Their name was here. Let’s pretend it was Enema Bag Jones.)”

That’s the end of the quote. My reply was pretty boring. It’s a nice thought that aunts are sending their incarcerated nephews maxim magazines. It really just warms my bellybutton. So next time you see your aunt make sure to kick her in the shins and make her feel bad with your words. Maybe something like the following:

Why don’t you send me magazines when I’m in jail?!
Why can’t you get me incarcerated?!
You should be ashamed that I’m not in prison!

Stuff like that would suffice. I’m about to get picked up to go to Boston. I hope everyone keeps it real in NYC while I’m gone. The real scale is going to drop a lot when I leave. Peace out girl scout!

English As An Attempted Language: Part 2 Still Languageing

•February 18, 2010 • 2 Comments

Crap! I never got a response from the person in my last post. So instead here’s another quick back and forth from yesterday. It’s not as much fun but it’s germane to the previous post and I wanted to say germane. As before, the following is verbatim and any mistakes were left in.

Potential Buyer: HI!, I was just wondering if your guitar world 2004 oct. magazine still has the phish painting replica in the middle, and is it mint? Pleas let me know ASAP its a gift, thatnk!

Me: Yes it still has the poster/painting replica in the middle. The pages are in very good condition but the cover has a small crease. The cover and back have some wear.

Potential Buyer: Hi I need to know your username on amazon so i know which one to buy, also what condition is the replica in? thanks

Me: The replica poster is in like new condition. My username is (Howtosellthewholecrappinguniverse92, not really).

Keep in mind that most of this information was posted in my description of the item. At least this person actually bought the magazine.

In other news, I’ll be heading to Boston on Sunday for a couple of shows. We’re recording one of the shows but I’m not quite sure what we’re going to do with it. Either way it’s always nice to go back to Boston. Because I went to college there I have a lot of favorite spots and generally fond memories. I’ll be there for 3 days which means at least 6 of my meals are going to be from Crazy Dough’s Pizza. I’m not one to go on and on about food but this pizza is Nuckin’ Futs! (I just remembered the whole “links” thing.) Living in NY you’d think that bomb ass pizza was everywhere but you’d be dead wrong and alive disappointed. Crazy Dough’s has really fresh and clean tasting pizza for a cheap price. Geez this is starting to sound like an ad for them or something…which I wouldn’t mind doing…for money…or perhaps a lifetime supply of their pizza…and paper towels.

In other other news, I’m currently watching Operation Cobra and it’s quite bad. I’m not sure if it’s gotten into the so bad it’s good realm just yet but it’s showing promise. I am looking forward to listening to the commentary from Fred Olen Ray though it will never live up to the commentary he did from Jack-O. He’s usually quite funny, honest and has earned my respect from films like Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers and Scream Queen Hot Tub Party. I also picked up a movie called The Kid With X-Ray Eyes which he directed under the name Sherman Scott. As you can imagine that movie looks like it has down syndrome in the best way possible.

Here’s one of the highlights from the Jack-O commentary. Fred was a producer on this and the director, Steve Latshaw, walks out on the commentary TWICE! In the commentary Fred says something along the lines of not having the budget to edit out Steve’s outbursts and walk outs from the commentary.
WARNING: This video uses the much more offensive form of “crap” numerous times.

English As An Attempted Eleventh Language

•February 10, 2010 • Leave a Comment

As you may have gathered, I sell things on one of the 97 internets. In my journey of selling goods to people over the internet I actually have to interact with these people. All I want to do is take their money and send them whatever crappy item they purchased. Most of the time it’s that’s easy but at times it becomes some sort of second grade question and answer fiasco.
One of my favorites went something like this:

Potential Buyer: Hi. I already downloaded this movie. Does it have any special features like commentary?

Me: Yes. It has hilarious outtakes, a music video by Cyndi Lauper and commentary by the 2nd assistant lighting boy. (I made up the actual special features here to “spice it up” as they say. I told this potential buyer the real deal of course.)

Potential Buyer: Could you tell me how long in total the special features are?

Me: (After sticking the dvd in my computer, skipping to the end of all the special features and adding up the minutes.) The special features last about 45 minutes.

I never heard from this person again and they did not buy the dvd…from me at least. It’s stuff like this that makes me wonder what life is going to be like when the zombies take over. It goes without saying that all of that was a big waste of my time. And yes, I am aware that the length of special features is often included in reviews on the magical internet. In this case because of the unique nature of this dvd, that information was nowhere to be found. Boo crapping hoo.
So what lead me to this rant is the following e-mail I just received:

Good Night estimated seller. I want to know if the film had been delivered to that address. I’m not in USA now and I have no way to know now, thanks. (They put their name here. I don’t want to “blow up their spot” as they say.)

I’ve got to say that this is a new for me. Estimated seller? Hmmmm. What am I supposed to say to that? I’m sorry but since I didn’t get delivery confirmation on the dvd that you paid one cent plus shipping for I have no way of knowing for sure whether this item was delivered to the address that you are not currently at. I’m not even going to start with the crazy massacre of the written language. I know that I’ve been known to leave out a word here there and put words in an order doesn’t make that any sense.
Here is what I actually wrote in my response:

I did send this item out quite some time ago. I have no way of knowing for sure whether it arrived at the address you provided. I can only assume it did as is usually the case. I can tell you that it has not been returned to me. I hope that answers your question. Thanks.

I’ll be sure to post what will surely be a fun response. Oh, I hope there’s a response.

The Crap Under The Stairs

•February 8, 2010 • 1 Comment

So here I am returning to what you all came here to see: my crap! Heck it’s in the name. I know that I’m neglecting the Jacker part though. All in good time or not.
This is another lovely piece that I found on “the bench” in my building.

We built this city on plaster and shells.


It’s clearly a homemade piece of ART that required at least 79 hours of work. Can you believe that someone was able to part with this? Well I must say that I can because after having it in my apartment for about a month I decided that I could no longer stand the piercing eyes of that flamingo. While I do own a considerable amount of crap, I’m always trying toss out things that I’ve kept through three moves and haven’t found a use for.
The bench downstairs has been a blessing and a curse not to mention a father figure. I’ve found lots of stuff that I use on a daily basis and even stuff that I’ve sold. You can’t go wrong with a 100% profit situation. Sorry about that. It’s the former management part of me speaking. (Maybe more on that later too. A certain anniversary is coming up.)
So yeah…where were we? This crap that is on the bench again and has been for about a week. I hope someone else can find some meaning in it and give it a loving home. It reminds me a lot of my days and nights in Florida. I guess mostly because I hung out with flamingoes (or flamingos, just learned that one) and wore shells in my hair. I like to imagine that a sexy grandma made this right before visiting her sexy grandchildren. On that note, here’s the caboose in true Jackercrap fashion!

Ow! My caboose is loose and so are my bowels!


Next time on Jackercrap perhaps another music download or maybe even some Twinkie The Kid revelations…he’s straight as an arrow.

Previous Post Disclaimer

•January 30, 2010 • Leave a Comment

You may find the previous post utterly boring and self indulgent especially if you aren’t a musician…whatever that is. Read it at your own risk.
In other news, my trip to Maine was most excellent. There was lots of snow which lead to sledding and making snow monsters. Lots of relaxing and good food happened. No Twinkies though.
I did watch Conan: The Barbarian for the first time in a long time. Time. I was really unprepared for this scene:

Funny and kind of sad at the time.

Audio Engineers And The Bands They Hate

•January 30, 2010 • 2 Comments

I know that sounds negative. Well…it is. But before all of you disgruntled sound manipulators spew your internet venom hear a brother out. Before you hear me out though let me throw some numbers and disclaimers at you.

NUMBERS:

95% of audio engineers are poopyheads.

75% of sound engineers hate their job.

50% of audio guys hate their life.

25% of sound wranglers are actually good at their job. They do things such as care.

10% of sound guys are not poopyheads. You might even say they’re pleasant.

1% of sound guys are nice and good at their job.

95% of bands that play on a local or national level are not good. This is fact not opinion. I can prove this on the Texas Instruments calculator of your choice.

75% of local bands do not know what a monitor is or how many band members need a microphone.

50% of bands are poopyheads to the sound guy even if he/she is pleasant and good at their job.

25% of bands will attempt to not communicate at all with the sound guy and then wonder why they had a hard time hearing the fourth guitar player in the monitor.

10% of bands actually try to work with the sound guy to make it a pleasant experience for everyone.

1% of bands are good, know their crap when it comes to setting up and sound, and are willing to work with the sound guy so that everyone wins.

Here comes the disclaimer part kiddies. All of those numbers are based on my experiences…obviously. That is obvious right? You understand that when people say that things are facts and it’s not something you can really prove or look up in a book that it’s really an opinion right? And you know opinions are generally based on certain experiences…right? Good.
I’ve been playing shows of varying degrees of size and awesomeness for over 12 years. These shows have been in living rooms, rock clubs, parking lots, theaters and so on. I’ve played in all kinds of bands with and for all kinds people. I’ve shared the stage with hundreds of other local/national bands. I’ve dealt with about just as many audio engineers/sound guys. This isn’t just a form of tooting my own sexy horn but illustrating that I am speaking from many of MY own experiences.
The moment that you encounter the sound guy that you will be “working” with for the evening is very important. You will both learn a lot about each other. You will discover whether your sound guy is a jerk or not and if he (or the implied he/she from now on) actually gives a crap about the job he is supposed to be doing. The sound guy will learn about how much or how little you know about what you want and need in terms of sound and equipment. Don’t forget that he is also looking to find out if any or all of your bands member are jerks. It only takes one to make things go south.
After you have sized up each other now it’s just a matter of trying to get through the night or day (if you’re playing for tweens or at a nursing home). You may have gathered or guessed from my numbers earlier that most sound guys are jerks, hate their job and life, and are not good at their job. The odds are stacked against you. However, odds are that your band is not good, doesn’t know anything about sound, and are jerks. I’m not trying to be mean but simply being real in terms of the statistics as I see them. So even if your audio engineer, an earned term in my book, is in that magic 1% you might not get to see this side of him/her because you more or less suck as musicians and people. Why would an audio engineer waste their time being nice to jerks and work hard for people who don’t know what they want/need and are still jerks oh and also play crappy music crappily? It’s just not realistic folks.
Having said all that here are some typical things you can expect from most, which really means bad, sound guys:
The first words out of their mouth are “What do you need?”
They talk to you like you’re an idiot and a jerk even if you’ve nicely and clearly told them what you want/need.
They tell you that “it’s fine” even though it clearly isn’t and they’re just being lazy.
They rush you to start playing even if you still have plenty of time.
They walk away from the soundboard half way through the first song never to be seen again.
They’re at the soundboard but they’re not hearing you saying something repeatedly into the microphone that is a message for them.
They start changing things that go completely against what you told them earlier. Things like guitars start disappearing from monitors or the vocals suddenly have a crapload of reverb.
They tell you that there’s only time for one more song when you still have 20 minutes of set time left. (This ok if you’re covering Tool or Joanna Newsom.)
They tell you to hurry up with getting your things off stage as you already are currently getting your things off stage as fast and safely as you can.
After your performance they tell you things like:
“I couldn’t really hear the bass.” (Then I’m sure no one else did. Thanks for doing nothing about that during the performance.)
“I tried to blah blah blah but blah blah blah.” (There is no try. Yoda and crap.)
“I think we should’ve (fill in the blank).” (Why are you suggesting anything after the fact? Hopefully, I’ll never have to deal with you again because you are not living in the moment and doing your job.)

Lastly, keep in mind that your sound guy for the evening might have a different job title. I’ve played shows where the sound guy was fired right before our set and the bartender was suddenly promoted to sound guy. I’ve played places where it was the new sound guy’s first night. I’ve seen sound guys show up late or not at all only to see to bouncers, cash takers or other bands run the sound. What I’m saying is that sometimes you don’t know the whole story and you just have to live with the situation.

Unfortunately, I still have a lot more to say about this about subject but I’ll save it for another time. I’ll try to make the next post more “fun” and appealing to the general public with some pictures and LARGE PRINT WORDS. Maybe it’ll even be Twinkie related…

Maine Vein

•January 19, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I’m heading off to Maine tomorrow. My parents live up there on an island. It’s connected to the “Maineland”(barf) by a bridge. We’re going to be doing a late holiday celebration of some sort. It’s also just an excuse to get out of the wackiness that is New York and put my feet up on various things. Maybe I’ll even get around to posting some more stuff on here. I still want to talk about “sound engineers” and playing shows with other local bands.

Yes sir.


There’s been a fair amount of happenings in my existence as of late. I’ll be trying to break that down here too. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly I’m going to do here and how to pace myself. I’m not going to give up though because that’s lame and I’ve seen way too many websites that cop out and die off. We’ll always have Twinkies baby.

Just Cram It All In There

•January 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Twinks! Twinkies! Yum Yummy Yum! Hostess should really be giving me some advertising money by now! Wink! Hey! Money money! Make it rain Hostess!
I seem to be getting worse and worse and this whole website thing. I’m trying to avoid the ugly blog word. Perhaps I should call this a bsite. Get it? Blog comes from weblog so ipso facto you get BSite. Did you catch that? I slipped in BS by capitalizing just those two letters and not the others. Was it too subliminal for you?
Since we last talked I went to Sarasota for a wedding. The actual wedding was not my cup of tea. The rehearsal dinner and reception were nice…in terms of food. It was nice to be back considering I lived there for about 8 years and hadn’t been back in about 5 years. I wound up driving around a fair amount. It’s changed a bit I suppose. I was definitely reminded a lot of my hilarious middle school and high school years. It’s probably best that I no longer live there for many reasons. I also got to catch up with an old friend and bandmate. It’s great how you can just fall into old routines after 7 years.
A couple of weeks ago MPF had a show in Philly. It was only our second official show outside of the open mics we’ve been playing and it blessed us with a bunch of stories to take home. I’ll give you a couple for now. After we showed up to The Raven Lounge and start loading our equipment in a man came up to us with a mighty concerned look on his face. He was practically flipping out and saying that we were supposed to start at 8pm so that we wouldn’t interfere with a holiday party for some magazine that was taking place that night. We told him numerous times that we had confirmed a 9pm start time for our set with the promoter and that we had proof in the form of e-mail on our phones. He said that we was the owner of the “lounge” and was going to have to call the promoter to find out what happened and blah blah blah. As I heard this wacko go on and on something clicked in my borderline genius mind. (Kidding. My IQ is only 786.) I said, “There’s no drums.” That was all it took. After that he really didn’t care what we did as long as we were done by a certain time. This fool was just worried that we were going to be loud and obnoxious blues rock like most of the annoying, loud and obnoxious blues rock bands out there. So the lesson there is try to get inside of the mind of the people who will ultimately decide whether you get to play or not. Oh yeah and also don’t be a loud, annoying, boring, dime a dozen, Fender Telecaster wielding, cowboy hat wearing obnoxious blues band.

Alt text for the image, e.g. “The Mona Lisa”


I also got invited to be a part of photograph. Some guy just pulled me into a huddle with some ladies and I had to wait for the woman behind the camera to figure out what she was doing. Afterwards one of the ladies asked me to “bless” her. That was definitely a first for me. I did a bunch of waving my hands around until seemed satisfied and then we high fived. If any of you are somehow reading this I’d love to see that picture.

Something eerie going on here.