Goodbye Bozos

The Mighty Handful (Final Show), Shea Stadium, 7/25/09

They always played best when they didn't care about putting on a show. By the time the end had come their act was a known commodity and everyone knew what to expect, and so did they. The set list was basically the same as the last four shows and they ended with Uptown Drunks, which is still my favorite song of 2008 (Paper Planes is #2). Some people were crying because something so insignificant in the grand scheme can still have meaning. We were all young and beautiful once, and now we are old and tired and have other things to do. Toil. Death. When the house cut the PA, it faded up Born to Run, which seemed appropriate.

Somewhere in this anecdote is a comment on the changing of the seasons and the coming of autumn and then winter and then spring, when things begin again.

Earlier in the night there was an older guy floating around who looked like a NARC. He was taking pictures, but it was strange because no one had seen him before; no one wanted to engage with him because he looked like a NARC. As it turns out he was shooting for Paper Magazine for an article about Shea Stadium, which is all fine and dandy except he left before the main event. He couldn't have known.

The lead picture that accompanied the article ended up being a static shot of Museyroom, and there were a few shots of kids milling about and drinking or smoking. In one picture, Rich Toledo is sitting against the wall, alone, tired. He is wearing one of the twenty or so Mighty Handful shirts that were made by hand and sold before the first 741 show. I know it's Rich because I recognize him and I know the shirt he is wearing because he wore it to every Handful show. From the picture in the magazine, however, he's just some kid in a messy shirt.

Somewhere in this anecdote is a comment on defeat being snatched from the jaws of victory or the randomness of opportunity or how fleeting things can be.

Subsidized Fun for Your Entertainment in Post-bubble America.

Dear friends and well-wishers,

This is short notice and I do not expect for my readership to have much of an impact. In the spirit of your boy Barry's gift to America (le Stimulus), The Mighty Handful (above and below, bellowing) have the following offer on the table,

"alright, here's the deal:

we (the Mighty Handful) found out today (Wed March 11th) that we have a show tomorrow night (Thu March 12th) at Crash Mansion at 11:00 pm
If we bring 20 people we get paid $300
we really want to record, we have no money to do so, this would be a really good kick in the ass

the point is we need YOU to come
it might not be all ages, I don't know, It's 10 dollars, but if you need us to I am willing to pay 5 dollars to you after the show
please baby?"

So there you have it. Your checkbook will be stimulated to the tune of five (5) United States Dollars and your ass will be stimulated to the tunes of The Mighty Handful. You know you want to go. It's tomorrow (Thursday). Thursday has been the new Friday for the better part of twenty years. Go. Drink. You pansy fuckers.

SAVONAROLA IS BACK FROM THE DEAD

Until Sleater-Kinney gets back together I will have to be happy (and I am, believe me) with the sudden and powerful return of Savonarola, two of my dear dear friends and one of my favorite singer/songwriter duos. I rank them higher than the Lennon and McCartney. I am a contrarian.

They dissolved about a year and a half ago after one self-released album (full disclosure: I produced "Knives" and "People I Don't Like") when Ted had a midlife crisis and ran off to join These Are Powers.

AND NOW THEY ARE BACK. And possibly with another name change, though I'm encouraging them to keep it, and possibly with a stylistic change, which would predicate a name change. In short, they are writing stuff, but I have no idea what it is. They played an acoustic show at Tommy's Tavern (possibly the best they've played) on Sunday on a bill promoted by Anthony Macbain and featuring he, Schwaahed, Ron Wax and MC'd by Oldman Unfamous Jacob.

The images (and there are more here), were my first with my new Pocket Wizards (awesome) and the after-show was my first time DJ-ing (off a borrowed iPod, no less).

A splendid time was had by all.

Neko Case, 4/6/06, Webster Hall

Even as I tool around with the new 5D, I'm still trolling through my negatives -- the recent ones -- and re-scanning them myself. As with anything worth doing right, it's best to do it yourself, and it's sort of astonishing just how lousy the lousy low-res lab scans are when compared to a high(er)-res scan done to your parameters. I'd written off these pictures from last April (April 6, 2006) as an example of poor lab-processing wisked together with my rustiness with film stocks, but further noodling shows them to be basically what I intended. Of course, I always say that it's no longer whether my pictures 'come out' or not, just whether they're 'any good' and as I struggle for constancy it's nice to find that I've kept true to that idea of goodness winning out over a base-level outcome.

I've linked to this post and this version of the picture off the Flickr site because my aversion to having larger images swiped or manipulated is suddenly less important than having the image seen at a viewable size. The idea of a proper viewing distance isn't new, and I'm discovering that dimensions 500px by "X"px at 150 dpi aren't going to get the job done, even at a viewing distance of 1'-2' on a computer monitor. Add 'Vanity' to the post labels.

Another, for old times' sake

In a further effort to get things going over here, I'll add an oldie from 2002 (I think) of Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney.