I’ll start by mentioning that I stopped following video games in high school. The two systems I really owned and played were SNES and N64. I played a ton of both through high school and Mario Kart for N64 proved to be a big dorm room game in college. We even ended up playing Kart 64 at my bachelor party. But I couldn’t tell you the first thing about any platform created after 1998.
Typically, I keep my games packed away. On the rare occasion that I’ve got someone to race against, I’ll take the time to set up the system. This is partially strategic. I tend to get very sucked into things and I don’t need yet another distraction in my life. A couple weekends ago, at my wife’s suggestion, I visited Arisia, and sci-fi con of sorts local to Boston. They had a room set up for video games, complete with an NES, SNES, Sega, and N64. The game selection was small, but I was still a kid in a candy store. I also felt like I had given myself permission to play all I wanted. I’d paid my admission to the event, it was up to me how I spent it.
A week later, I see an old elementary school friend and his brother share on Facebook a video explaining a glitch in Super Mario World for SNES. This is arguably my favorite SNES game, and the one game I was ever really a pro at. I didn’t think anyone cared about the game and I also didn’t think there was anything else for me to learn about the game. I then fell down one of the deepest YouTube holes of my life. I watched speedruns, I watched glitch explanation; matter of fact I’m still a few episodes into a 50-something part series explaining glitches in every level. This was how I spent my commute time all this week. I was that jerk on the T who was totally absorbed in his phone. And I wasn’t even playing the game. I was just watching. As this weekend arose, I knew I had to play. (more…)
Why yes that is a husky. Who ever said I didn’t have school spirit?
It’s a real treat to live walking distance of the SoWa Open Market in Boston’s South End. If you’ve never been, it’s one part farmer’s market, one part crafts fair, one part flea market, and one part food truck meetup. This past Sunday was the first one of the season and we were excited to shop. While perusing the crafts fair, a couple guys in one booth invited us to learn how to tie a bow tie, something I’ve never done before in my life. Like any great teacher, they demonstrated, they let me try it myself, and they did it without being condescending. Turns out, it’s not much harder than tying a necktie. (more…)
Last Saturday night I had the pleasure of seeing my pal Sammy Kay at The Midway Cafe in Jamaica Plain as he traveled through with his East Coast band The Fast Four (aka The Snails). I was pleasantly surprised when they invited me up to jam with them on their last tune, “Sweet Misery.” Check the clip below. You can read my full preview of the show at Boston Ska (dot) net.
Back story: My girlfriend and I inherited my father’s old fake Christmas tree. (Yes I’m Jewish, no she’s not, yes we have a tree in the house, no this is not that post. Focus.) He got this thing when I was in middle school, but it still stands up. At some point he decided it would be a great idea to wrap a string of colored lights around the spine (I hesitate to call it a trunk…) so it lit from the inside once it was decorated. It didn’t look that bad. We happen to have less decorations and tinsel to wrap around the tree so it just sort of looked sad with the lights on the inside. So the tree was already assembled and I wanted to remove that string of lights so we could use it on the outside.
I originally posted this on tumblr. And as I go to post this, I noticed that I have a handful of drafts of posts I started but never finished. The hell is wrong with me?
I have what I think are really cool ideas for stuff to blog about. Sometimes. Sometimes I think they’re such a good idea that I write them down. Most often I don’t. Most often I think “who really cares about this” or “2093432 other people are already writing about this.” But sometimes I think, so what, I care about me, so I should write about me, that’s what the internet is all about. Me.
I could review shows. I could talk about upcoming gigs I have. I should be writing about both my bands recording. I could write about what it’s been like to produce a record. How about the challenges of balancing adulthood with being a kid in a band. How about the overlap of between the type of stuff I do at work and the type of stuff I do for my bands. I could write about my cool new job and how it affects my my life. I could write about all the things that are wrong in the world that I think I have solutions for.
This blog is about blogging. I could write about the different ways in which people blog and publicly brainstorm solutions, figuring out ways in which I might blog more often. I could tell you all about how it’s important that I blog as my full time job may soon include more of it. Or how I want to inspire my bandmates to blog more often, so I should set an example.
We could even spend time talking about how I never write and now that I’m sitting down to write, I’m not actually writing about anything. Why not take this time to write about something meaningful.
I still can’t get over how much fun I had with The Hard Times when we played a set of blues covers and classic ska/punk tunes with Vic Ruggiero of the Slackers (videos and more excitement here). I caught Common in Ft. Greene at a festival. It was great to finally see him, but he played a very short set, half of which was a cool (yet, too long) medley of classic hip-hop tunes. The opening acts were also pretty lame and I missed Soulive entirely, who I was there to see in the first place. I caught The Aggrolites with The Have Nots at Highline Ballroom, one of the few all ages venues in Manhattan where you can see bands that aren’t big enough to fill Irving Plaza and the like. The Have Nots killed it and A.G.G.R.O. played a great set, though I felt like the whole night was a little bit better a year ago, when I saw the same two bands and one more at the Mercury Lounge. It’s a smaller, more intimate venue, though not all ages. A few nights later, I caught half a set at the pizza place near me (Two Boots Brooklyn, nothing like Two Boots in Manhattan, go right now) from a new project called Grand Concourse, featuring Kevin Batchelor of The Skatalites, Rhianna, Batchelor Party, the list goes on, Johnny Meyers of The Stingers ATX, Gideon from Westbound Train, and Eddie Ocampo of The Stubborn All-Stars and The Jammyland All-stars, as well as some other amazing musicians I know I’ve seen before. They KILLED it.