The Art of Porn Spam.

I just got spam from somebody named “Pantheon I. Pomegranate” (I love this trend of spam from these seemingly random-generated two-word names, and with middle initials no less!) titled “Hot cartoon-mouse having sex.”

More Gear Must Go.

I have retrieved a bunch of items from my storage space, and they, too, must find good homes.

I’m in purge mode, all this old gear I don’t use would be happier in homes that appreciated them more. Write me at if anything here appeals to you.
I’ve sold this amp.
Tchad Blake had me play through one of these on Ruby Vroom; I bought this amp right after recording, and it was my touring amp from the day the record came out to the last gig Soul Coughing ever played, the Dirty Danny benefit at Bowery Ballroom in December of 1999. (a gig distinguished, for me, by the fact that I OD’d and nearly suffocated onstage during “St. Louise.” Hoo boy.)
Previously, I represented this thing as in bad shape–but I just played it, and WEIRDLY, it seems fine! Sounds great! I’m stunned.
The case was painted by Steve Keene. If anybody ever saw Soul Coughing, they might remember the colorful stage set; it was made up of road cases like this one, painted by Steve, of whom I was, and still am, a big fan.
It’s crazy heavy, especially with the case, probably EXPENSIVE LIKE A MOFE to ship. I would like to sell this to somebody in or near New York who can come pick it up.
I’m asking $903.55 (I’m asking weird prices for all these because I’m superstitious about round, plain numbers)
A secondary guitar from later Soul Coughing tours, I opened the case and found this Coronado still in the “$300″ tuning!! Weird. It’s in OK shape–electronics are fickle–I’m askin’ $798.35.
Looks like this thing might be sold, I’ll keep you posted.
A picture of the front of this case is up top of this blog entry. I don’t know where the hell the amp is–it was the amp I used on a few songs that I played sampler on–the dialogue samples in the extended end-jam on the live version of “I Miss the Girl” for instance–and the keyboard riff on “Houston.”
Makes a lovely endtable! In honor of its predominant use, I’m askin’ $300.
I sold this one.
Electronics = fucked. But, MAN, does this thing sound good (when extensive jiggling gets the pickups working).
I don’t know anything about what year this thing came out. Anybody know? The pickups are odd-looking. I’m not quite sure what to ask for it–once again, this bad boy needs to spend a little time in the loving hands of a repair person. My best guess–$303.33? Is that sensible?
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I sold these already.
These were the pedals I used live on the El Oso tour. Do they work? Who knows. Like Earl Scheib, I’m asking $99.95.
This one’s sold.
When I first started messing around with the Roland guitar synth, I got the synth pickup (the GK-2A) and this unfortunate Fernandes, from which I ripped out the pickups, thinking it would look a little cooler. Trust me, believe it or not, it actually does.
GK-2A is workin’. No case, so either you’re in NYC, or I’m throwing into a box and it’ll get tossed around unmercifully by UPS. $77.07 and it’s yours.


My back is back. I couldn’t do anything for hours yesterday, except at last, after hours laying on the sofa in woe, I managed to sit upright and practice guitar. For some reason that seemed to set my back right enough to be a functioning person in the world. Is that strange?

Spitzen Klasse.

Above, pictured in my haphazardly-organized storage space, affixed to an old cassette deck I disposed of last night, are bumper stickers I bought in a German truckstop, displaying astrological signs and their commensurate sex positions.

When I type mutig into a web translator, it comes back as “courageously.” Spitzen klasse comes back as “sharpen class”. Huh.
I put my back out; I’m in ridiculous pain, and can stand up only with extreme difficulty. I hauled a lot of heavy gear up my stairs last night, by myself; I’m paying for it today. Aargh.
Yesterday I went to my manager Marty’s storage space out in darkest Weehawken and retrieved a few guitars (including the famous green Coronado) and amps in cases painted elaborately by Steve Keene. Quite beautiful, and very sad to see them holed up in this dark space on a New Jersey back street.
I emptied out my storage space–I’m in purge mode–placing half my belongings next to a garbage can on Second Avenue and Second Street. The East Village is ritzier now, but when I was a teenager in this neck of the woods, there was a culture of street furniture and abandoned goods; I once hauled a giant fuzzy orange sofa half a mile down the Bowery.
When I drove past the corner ten minutes later, someone had taken the cheap portraits of the Blessed Virgin Mary and a couple of Hindu deities that I’d thrown out and lined them lovingly against the brick exterior of Anthology Film Archives.
When I was sitting in traffic outside the Holland Tunnel, waiting to cross back into Manhattan, I saw graffiti on a truck parked on the roadside: PUNX ARE GAY. The traffic started moving again before I had a chance to take a picture of it.

Air America Post-Game.

Radio adventures in the early morn.

I did a spot on “Morning Sedition”–the Air America show–this morning. I played three tunes, told abbreviated tales of Ethiopia, and managed to get a line in about how freaked out I was by Dennis Hastert’s big weird face.
Marc Maron = still my hero. Favorite bit from the show; the reading of “Today’s liberal agenda marching orders, just faxed in from Barbra Streisand’s compound!” As “People Who Need People” wafted in the background.
I loved coming home on the 6 train, guitar slung over my shoulder, in a subway car filled with sullen commuters. Home from work at 9:30 am! Brilliant.