A New Day: Upcoming Life of Audubon Park

Greetings: We have done some things as you can see. Again, sadness at the loss of one years worth of worthwhile comments from ourselves and friends, but all things, even comments on little read weblogs, pass away. Enough: here are news items that I don't even know about.

Some shows:

November 10 at the Duke Coffeehouse. A show featuring AP, Pleasant, Second Story Man and Roh Delikat. Come for the fun, stay for the fun of a different sort. SSM are friends of ours from Kentucky and hopefully this will be our way of saying to them, "thank you for being our friend," and not,"Gee, no-one came to this show. SIGH." I've said that too many times in my life. I now renounce speech!

November 27 at Local 506. A show featuring AP, A Northern Chorus and the Burdocks. ANC are on Sonic Unyon with the Nein and it is on AP to be AMBASSADORS OF QUALITY to these Canadian-American brothers (???) from the North.

November SOMETIME at SOMEPLACE. AP will be playing with SOMEONE for one of the Pox World Empire Compulation vol 2 release shows. Word on the street (and by street I mean "Matt Kalb" and word, I mean "word") is that we are playing in Wilmington on 11/5, but that has yet to be confirmed by the powers that be, so don't make plans yet. But if it is true, this will mark the first appearance of AP outside of the Carrboro, Chapel Hill, Durham, Raleigh entertainment metro area EVEN. Beach retreat!

The release of Compulation Vol. 2 is very exciting for us. Our song is called "Ghettos of the Sun" and we are proud of it. It shows off our minds and studio-style. There are also many great bands on it: Hotel-Motel, the Kingsbury Manx, Erie Choir, the Torch Marauder, Work Clothes, all of the rest of the awesome bands. You can't go wrong with it--unless you put it in a blender and give it to a baby to eat. Comps aren't for infants! When will people learn!?!

Internally, we prepare now for practicing and in the winter, finishing our debut, full-length debut LP: "Teen-age Horses." We can't wait to drop be bomb on everyone--or at least gummi bears on the ground. One way or another: AP is droping one type of thing on another. You know we don't discriminate!

As always, please feel free to let us know of any suggestions or comments that you, the customer, might have.

BACK TO THE BOOKS!

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

Happy Birthday To RPBjr!!!

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YET ANOTHER INSTANCE OF THE POROUSNESS OF CERTAIN BORDERS (XXI)

by David Foster Wallace, from Conjunctions

"AS IN THOSE OTHER DREAMS, I'm with somebody I know but don't know how I know them, and this person suddenly points out to me that I'm blind. Or else it's in the presence of this person that I suddenly realize I'm blind. What happens when I realize this is I get sad. It makes me incredibly sad that I'm blind. The person somehow knows how sad I am and warns me that crying will hurt my eyes somehow and make them even worse, but I can't help it--I sit down and start crying really hard. I wake up crying, and crying so hard in bed that I can't really see anything or make anything out or anything. This makes me cry even harder. My girlfriend is concerned and wakes up and asks what's the matter and it's a minute or more before I can even get it together enough to realize that I'm awake and not blind and that I'm crying for no reason and to tell my girlfriend about the dream and get her input on it. All day at work then I'm super conscious of my eyesight and my eyes and how good it is to be able to see colors and people's faces and know just where I am, and of how fragile it all is, the human eye mechanism and the ability to see, how easily it could be lost, how I'm always seeing blind people with their canes and weird-looking faces and always thinking of them as just interesting to spend a couple of seconds looking at and never thinking they had anything to do with me or my eyes, and how it's really just an incredibly lucky coincidence that I can see instead of being one of those blind people I see on the subway. And all day whenever this stuff strikes me I start tearing up again, getting ready to start crying, and only keeping myself from crying because of the cubicles' low partitions and how everybody can see me and would be concerned, and the whole day after the dream is like this, and it's tiring as hell, my girlfriend would say emotionally draining, and I sign out early and go home and I'm so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open, and when I get home I go right in and crawl into bed at like 4:00 in the afternoon and more or less pass out."

HAPPY XXtyith BIRTHDAY to Robert P. Biggers, jr.,--today a real man, a real man.

Surprise Indictments

WASHINGTON: Benjamin M. Spiker, of Audubon Park, was indicted to day by Patrick Fitzgerald in a move that many Washinton insiders are calling, "Surprising," or "Shocking," or "What? I don't even know who this guy is." Spiker, indicted for leaking Plame's name to his childhood friend Robert Novak, said, "I didn't even pronounce her name right. That doesn't count does it?" He went on to say, "Yo, this is a witch hunt. He's after me, because I am a witch," and then disappeared in a burst of smoke and sparks. The White House has yet to respond--to anything.

Tharth Slideshowe of goodely dragones

Right here.

More Photo Fun

Some members of AP have imaginary time.

Yes, Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Clint

Google Image Search "Clint Newman" and you get "Jim Higdon."

There was this one time: My friend Jacob lived across the hall from these two guys we never saw. But we heard them. They listened to Palace and the Kinks really loudly. Maybe they crawled out the window. I don't know. Anyway. I ended up in a Dramatic Literature class with this guy Clint. I wanted to be his friend because he looked cool. I found out that he was one of the guys who lived across the hall from Jacob and I started wearing my =seBADoh= T-shirt alot. Finally, he said, "Hey, like your shirt." And I said, "Yeah." Then we were friends.

He and this guy that was the older brother of one of the guys in my high school that was popular started playing music together. The guy, Will Dearborn, had played "Wish You Were Here" with this guy Warren Byrom--the school metal gutiar god--and it was awesome. Very influential. So Clint and Will together was great. My would record sounds and come over to the dorm and play them. Sometimes, we would go to frat parties and steal things: fuses, cue balls, rugs, beer. Will and Clint recorded in the Episcopalian Church late at night. They had a drumset and a guitar and a hand drum.

Once, we were walking back from the quad to Clint and Bob (the other guy in the dorm)'s apartment. There were lots of us and we were loud and drunk. Kara appeard from a bush. As we cut across the parkng lot were Dalton's was (or would be, I don't remember [even earlier in time, it was Video Villa, the first video store in town. Later Video Villa moved to the very edge. Even later: it started to smell]). In a pool of light, under a street lamp: an open bag of candy corn. What a score. I picked it up and we ate from it. So hungry. When we got back to Clint's, he put on a Mekons record and I saw that the bad was full of ants. "You made me eat ants," Bob said. "We are awesome," Clint said, and fell asleep on the floor as people in their thirties started to show up.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

"It's not what Django told me. It's what I told him."

(Special edition courtesy of Bob Wall, via Hotel Motel House of Pancakes and Eyewear)

Sea Sick

Scientists capture images of the Milk Sea from Space. But what of the Milk Sickness? What?

On Walking Across Campus, October 3, 2005

for Stark Pimp and Wasabi Wolf

I.

The ladies are everywhere in fitted pink polos, knee socks--
then I remember my Scoliosis and look away. The Bookstore
is closed for remodeling: do they hate America or just G-D.
I know them, the ladies, they have to take showers
and long baths at some point; they cannot wait forever.

Perhaps Heisenberg was right about wearing short to play a show.


II.

Older man (physical sciences) on bike--helmet, saddle bags--
rushing to a panel discussion. I can still smell the earnest,
overlong question that bubbles inside him. His measured
speech: they built a cooling tower on a landfill and it began to sink.

(Physical Sciences): Acid washed jean shorts with pockets
on the inside (not outside): they were a mistake, let's admit it.


III.

My heart is a parking meter: an annoyance and empty
after six. I walk past the practice fields and see a man
and his young son. The son asks, "What are they playing?"
The man responds, "They are playing words." The boy
does not stand a chance. Oh snap! Ladies playing rugby.

I know they will have to bathe at some point.

Getting Back Into Getting Back Into Life

The Silver Jews have a new LP coming out in a few weeks and I am so excited my feet hurt. Drag City has a song from it up on their site and it is indeed great. Many people have heard it and are unable to tell me how good it is because they are still weeping and silent in the presence of the album's greatness.

When Matt and I were young, we had a band and used to play "New Orleans" (from Starlite Walker). I remember buying the cassette in Cut Corner in Lexington, Kentucky, and driving around Man O' War painfully early, the next morning (I had to take Johnathan to the airport) and listening to it for the first time. It was Fall, cold, grey, and I rolled down the windows after I dropped him off for a freeze out. I was perfect. (Not a typo.)

I bought American Water from Ear X-tacy in Louisville and listened to it on the front porch of our house on Hubbards Lane, alone, with a warm beer in the October air. Leaves stopped falling, clouds stopped dissipating and trains stopped leaving town (around this time there was a serial killer on the loose, following the train tracks up from Nashville and they went right by our house. I just knew he would kill me.)

Ryan sold me my copy of Bright Flight at CD Alley. "It's great," he told me. "I knew it would be." It didn't catch me right away, but in the last year I have grown enough to appreciate it. Some time if you don't like an album right away it isn't because the singer didn't do his job--it's because you aren't doing yours.

David Berman is not only my dad, but he keeps giving birth to me. Why?

I have nothing to add to the dialogue now going on with regard to the new album. Go to Dust Congress, Soi Disantra, or SJBB (if you like to curse) to engage. Me, I am just waiting.

Ladies love Language

" IN a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla of rather more beef than mutton, a salad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays, made away with three-quarters of his income. The rest of it went in a doublet of fine cloth and velvet breeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made a brave figure in his best homespun. He had in his house a housekeeper past forty, a niece under twenty, and a lad for the field and market-place, who used to saddle the hack as well as handle the bill-hook. The age of this gentleman of ours was bordering on fifty; he was of a hardy habit, spare, gaunt-featured, a very early riser and a great sportsman. They will have it his surname was Quixada or Quesada (for here there is some difference of opinion among the authors who write on the subject), although from reasonable conjectures it seems plain that he was called Quexana. This, however, is of but little importance to our tale; it will be enough not to stray a hair's breadth from the truth in the telling of it."

Wusses!!!!

This Friday, September 23, Local 506 will host the Yep Roc Records Hurricane Katrina Benefit show with CHRIS STAMEY, CITIES, AMERICAN PRINCES and more (which includes at least one Yep Roc act whose name we can't announce.) Although not on Yep Roc (YET!), the night will be rounded out with THE WUSSES,

Ric and Biggs Workday Task

OUT.

OUT. was a great band from Louisville. Once, I saw them tear up the basement of a Baptist Church out somewhere off the Dixie Highway. There aren't many bands as good as this. And of course, they don't last long.

Here is a song of theirs. Highly recommended for PIPE fans.

Wetlandz: Saturday Y Wednesday

Saturday Night Lives: at Wetlands above Hell!

mowing lawns
cantwell gomez & jordan
d.c. nahm (comedy stylings?)

Wednesday Night Leaves: at Wetlands above Hell!

Maria Taylor
The Physics of Meaning
Erie Choir

KPII

from White Noise by Don DeLillo (1984):

"These things happen to poor people that live in exposed areas. Society is set up in such a way that it's the poor and the uneducated who suffer the main impact of natural and man-made disasters. People in low-lying areas get the floods, people in shanties get the hurricanes and tornados. I'm a college professor. Did you ever see a college professor rowing a boat down his own street in one of those TV floods? We live in a neat and pleasant town near a college with a quaint name."

Donation Links

Katrina Post

AP spent last week worried and upset. Our friend John Norris just moved to New Orleans a few weeks ago. I grew up with John and he is like a little brother to me. When the Nein played Baton Rouge, John let them stay with him. The first time John ever played a song live, Matt played guitar with him. John is a good friend of the band.

So, the storm hit, and I got worried. A few days went by and he wrote and said he was fine, and evacuated to Baton Rouge and is staying to volunteer.

Once I was able to stop worrying about John, I worried about everyone else. I can't say anything about this disaster, so I won't say anything. I have tried, but there is nothing that I can say.

Please, if you can donate time, money or supplies--do so. I don't have links for you, but they shouldn't be hard to find. Churches, schools, Word Nerdy--everyone has a way to help. Please do.

Thanks

Oh Piggy