May 15th 2013
email from me
Hope you are doing alright and that your Mothers Day was a pleasant family day. I successfully avoided the entire ordeal myself.
However, I am getting crazy emails from an Aunt who is literally having paranoid delusions. She suspects she is being cyberbullied, you see. Her car mechanic evidently told her. The students she substitute teaches are spreading lies about her through the “cyberbullying network” that she is “a threat to immigrants.”
Great.
Oh, and also… since you will probably be one of the few people awake while this is going on, if you listen to WFMU on Sunday night / Monday morning from 3 to 6am, I will be on air as part of a discussion about high school age music. Whoohooo! I’ll be a voice on the actual radio!
Anyway, hope the painting is going well and whatnot! Hope you are doing alright, and if you aren’t I hope you’ll write back anyway!
email from Stefan
I took my mom to see Brian Regan in the Bergen Pac in Englewood for mom’s day. My family was in desperate need of unmitigated tears of laughter he (for the third time) successfully made me nearly piss my pants. Super rare for me…but he does it every time. <Friend> & <Friend’s Cousin> were with us as well.
I’ll definietely try and listen to that. That’s awesome that you’re gonna be on a discussion panel. I just ordered some broadcasting equipment and a fairly good podcasting double mic set. I’m okay at operating that stuff from old band days, and me & <The Brother> have been considering recording and playing around the BK area a bit soon. I have an idea for a show & and a possible connection to have a hour slot on a rutgers station. I’ll be fine reaching out to whatever audience I could get for the time being. You being on WFMU is way cooler obviously. I’ll try & tell people to tune in that I know will be up at that time. Hopefully I won’t be working.
I’ve just started painting again, and have a few odd jobs that may get me more press….so, here’s hoping that goes somewhere other than oblivion.
I’ve been functioning, paying bills, working, and moving forward with project ideas, but….I’m still….fucking up a bit. My family is a wreck….my mom is crying to me a lot…there’s been some really fucked up onerous details surfacing monthly these days. The worst part is I’m still looked at as the one that gets called, and has to step up as the pillar of stability…which is such a joke being that I’m a pile of hot garbage. It’s tough not being able to tell any of them what I’m going thru….but that’s not even almost an option. And, well…I clearly don’t have any urge to tell anyone that doesn’t need to know my business. The radio show I pitch will be kind of that amalgam of eerie, anonymous, semi autobio tone…paired with kooky sound bites, and original music. I have over 12 hours of randomness recorded so, if it works…I won’t be in a shortage of content.
Let me write this down so if I’m not working, I’ll definietely don’t miss you on that. Congrats. Sounds like fun.
May 17th
email from me
Yes, Im really enjoying the WFMU people. It’s like I’ve finally found my tribe of humans. Everyone is broke and a mess, and makes what they make out of the love for it, not out of a marketing strategy. This is a really welcome change from the asshats that I seem to keep interacting with in my NYC crowd I’ve ended up near through my roommate situations.
These past few years I’ve finally interacted with the “art scene” and you were right all along. It’s so heinous. Gosh, Molly Crabapple is everything I don’t like. Seriously.
I’ve realised though, that …. the people I don’t respect don’t deserve my honesty, so I suppose I can be fake nice. Ugh.
I’m trying to find ways to make money. Any money. Anything at all. I might start busking, just because it seems really impossible to find anything off the books these days. I don’t really have any skills though.
You and <The Brother> should TOTALLY play together. That would be GREAT!
I remember you possibly had an in for Rutgers radio through a friend of <Your Friend’s Cousin> a long time ago. It’s awesome if you finally get that off the ground. You have a good voice for radio. I do not. I will have to practice not laughing so loud and using my deeper range, I think. I’d started trying to make a podcast with my nieghbor, but he’s too into the idea of selling things. He’s quite entertaining, if a bit ‘hood.
Not trying to pry, but what kind of onerous details are coming out? Was your grandfather a bigger creep than you’d already thought?
I’m in perpetual waiting for the phone call about some sort of suicide pact between my mom and Eddie. All I wonder about is if I’d really have to go to the funeral. Maybe I’m kind of an asshole.
Remember when I got that cortisone shot and I was all jumping and bouncing on my bed and you were all like: “wow, I’ve never seen you so not in pain before?” Well, I’m on prednisone now, which is the same shit, basically. I still hurt constantly and wake up at night because my hump hurts, but I feel less like I’m made out of recycled body parts these days. It sucks because it causes weight gain and all sorts of bad long term side effects so I can’t stay on it, and it’s kind of like Flowers for Algernon because I know it’s all just going to go back to how it was before eventually, but I’m going to the gym as often as I can muster while I don’t feel like an octogenarian. It’s the only thing I can afford to do outside of the house.
Oh! and speaking of seeing comedians, I saw Doug Stanhope! Man, that guy is my new favorite. He’s awesome.
He’s just great.