10 posts tagged “dtq”
Well, it seems that the dust is finally settling from the big drinking song death match, and so I would like to take this time to apologize (albeit halfheartedly) to anyone who's neighborhood view was overrun with our madness. On the other hand, this should demonstrate that I am an entirely irresponsible blogger who will likely post anything that strikes his fancy, whether or not I think it's in the public interest.
Depending on how you look at it, I'm either doing this as a consolation prize or as further proof that I will never stop posting inane bits about my best pal and his artistic endeavors. That is, at least until someone hires his sorry ass. I found these two tracks while trying to find songs about tea. They have nothing to do with tea, but one of them does have those three letters in the title.
In June 2001, while working at Funny Garbage, Devin imagined some N'Sync-as-Mermaids pop tunes to go with the official company entry into Coney Island's Mermaid parade. What with Coney itself on the chopping block under a developer's knife, I don't know how many more mermaid parades there are going to be. Maybe the whole enterprise will migrate south and colonize some forgotten corner of the New Jersey shore, only to live again, and maybe it'll actually manage to survive intact where it is as a historical preserve. Anyway, without further adieu, I give you N'Sink!
Fine, I sort of promised that I wouldn't shamelessly reprint Devin's press releases, but sometimes they so funny!
THIS SHOW IS TOO EXCITING FOR WORDS, ARG!
The Scurvy Pirates are playing their regul-arg show at Otto’s this Saturday night at 10:30…but WHO are “The Scurvy Pirates” NOW?!
Arg, there was this one time when all of us pirates was hard up for some action (if’n you know what I mean) and so we sailed over to this island where this witch lived. Arg, Her name was Cersi, and she was supposed to be real easy. Arg, The legend goes she did it with this guy named Odysseus for like YEARS and stuff, and he was Greek. Arg, she be a magical strumpet, aye.
Anywho, when we gots there she was all, like, offended and stuff that we thought that she should give it up, and she got like real P.O.ed and everything! Arg, We was all like “Baby, calm down and make with the sweet, sweet Epic inspiring lovin’, arg the kinda lovin’ that makes blind Greeks write Epics.” But Nooooooo! She CURSED US!
Arg, yes! She cursed us to a life of endless wandering, through time and through space. She also cursed us with imperfect musical ability…yeah, that’s why we can’t play good. We can’t play good because of a curse. Mystery Solved.
WHERE WAS I?! OH YEAH, the Curse! Arg, part of the curse was that (And she was very specific on this) “In the 7th year of the Second Millennium, 19 days into May’s passing, Thee Scurvy Pirates shall play one of their most bizarre shows EVAR! Brother shall turn against brother, friendships shall be renewed and broken, “Ship of the Dead” will be a big crowd pleaser and The Cap’n will get a good beer buzz on.” Mateys, that Day has finally arrived (Or it will tomorrow)!!
DARE YEE come to this CURSED Pirates show? Arg?
WHICH Ex-Pirates will be Sitting in for the Show?
WHICH Current Member is Leaving the Band, And for How Long?!
WHO will be WHO in this new line up, and most importantly:
WHAT ABOUT JOSHIE?!!!
Most may be answered (Oh geez, I just cut a right stinky fart…I better cut this e-mail short, it’s really bad in here now)
-PIRATES @ Ottos
May 19th, 10:30
14th St. between Aves. A & B
NO COVER. EXPENSIVE TIKI DRINKS.
But there's always a price for this kind of publicity, and this time it's a republishing of an impromptu poem about my ass!
4:26:29 PM dtq: Here's a Poem while you wait:
4:26:52 PM dtq: big and friendly, Often Grumpy...
4:27:04 PM dtq: My pal MOOK has one fine Rumpy.
4:27:19 PM dtq: See it wiggle, see it dance,
4:27:26 PM dtq: See it hang out in his pants.
4:27:32 PM me: did I mention that BOOTS wanted me to tell you that she wasn't comfortable with you giving me a ring? hehe
4:27:45 PM dtq: Behind his penis you will find it,
4:27:57 PM dtq: If it farts, please don't mind it.
4:28:19 PM dtq: -POEM OVER....Yeah, well she should know by know that I am super big time gay for you, sir.
There, now we're both a little ashamed of ourselves.
P.S. Devin, Flogging Molly may be too mainstream for the pirates, but I'd love to hear them try to take this one on:
I am almost certain you've had enough of me pimping my friend's creative endeavors, but this is the first time I've seen him do an actual write up of Devil Schlock, so bear with me:
The Scurvy Pirates show set for tonight at Otto's Shrunken Head has magically transformed into a Devil Schlock show. This has occurred via the three “L’s”, Legerdemain, Laziness and Lack of a strong managerial staff.
I’m going to make up some lies…I’m ALWAYS getting e-mails back from you Pirates fans asking “Who IS/ARE Devil Schlock?” “Are they any good?” “Are they really a cover band?” “Is Maddog Single?”
YES to all those questions! Devil Schlock is Devin Quin and Jason “Maddog” Madison’s cover band of the Misfits. Here is a handy info sandwich re: the Misfits for ya’:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Misfits
Ukulele and Accordion based Misfits covers with costumes and eye make-up. It does for Horror-Punk what the Pirates do for Pirate-Core.
Come out and Date Maddog tonight at Ottos. He’s a nice, sweet boy, son of a Preacher Man, and will love you forever.
Devil Schlock @ Ottos
14th St. between A and B Aves.
Free, starts at 10:30
C'mon, FREE SHOW. All you have to do is show up and drink, how bad could it be? I actually have never seen a Devil Schlock performance, so you can color me jealous if you can actualy make it out to see him.
And now a word from our (other) sponsor:
Boy oh boy have I been wasting your collective time today, but when Mr. Quin sent me a new cover from his "Songs From And Inspired By The Fifth Element" album*, I had no choice but to head back to the blogging board.
And since I just happened to hear it, here is an answer to an ages-old question: what does hardcore sound like in French?
*They're not, unless he's watching it over and over again to while away his unemployment.
I don't know why, but here's the entirety of the Power Slaughter EP. As I recall, the concept is this: "A bunch of 14 year old boys decided it would be really awesome to start a grunge band where they pretended to be a mad scientist and his henchmen." As I recall, the execution of this piece was supposed to include making copies of the disc an sneaking it onto the stacks of used CD stores in NYC.
Jeremy D. Impson (jdimpson@acm.spam.org) wrote:
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> In Syracuse circa 1997 or 1998, my more talented friends created a
> performance art group that they called "Swank Art". They put on a
> performance in or around the SU quad on Friday afternoons in the
> Spring and Fall. In one performance, they resolved the question of which
> was more powerful, Good or Evil, by having hosting a wrestling match.
> Good won, you'll be happy to know.
I keep thinking that performance art is the wave of the future.
And I want to get in on the ground floor of performance art while
it's still hip and new and everybody loves it. But most of my
ideas require extra people (either as performers or as bodyguards.)
Does anyone living in the Boston area want to help me found
Kibo's Evil Performance Art Group? KEPAG could really do great
things in terms of freaking out the tourist twits who think
Quincy Market is a major tourist destination and not just a
shopping mall with an unusually high proportion of tacky souvenirs.
> SU would often host tours for prospective students, and you could always
> identify the tour guide by the orange and blue striped polo shirt they
> were forced to wear. So another performance had them seripticiously
> joiningg the tour in groups of one and two. They'd play cool for a few
> minutes, then start casually swatting at some sort of insect flying around
> their heads. The swatting would slowly build up, until they'd scream
> "BEEES!!!" and run off across the quad, swatting and screaming.
Yes! I heartily endorse this art!
We could ruin the Chocolate Tour. I haven't done that in a while.
> Another peformance had them dressing up in trenchcoats and sunglasses,
> with one of their number equipped with a boombox and a tape of the Mission
> Impossible theme. They'd line up against a wall, turn on the tape, then
> do all that spy stuff of creeping against the wall, or doing dive rolls,
> or what have you. They did it in the student center, and probably other
> places, before doing it at the library, where security stopped them and
> had a long discussion with them before letting them go. Today, they'd
> probably get arrested.
Why is it that whenever people go to jail for their performance art,
you never hear about them performing freaky performance art in jail
to screw with the guards? I'd think that would be the proper punchline.
> My favorite was "Art Machine", which was a great big painted box they set
> up on the quad. About four of them were in the box with a bunch of art
> supplies and an accordian. People were encouraged to put paper in one
> side, and art would come out the other.
It's always an accordion. Performance art seems to require one.
We could set up the perfect performance art orchestra consisting
of an accordion, a harmonica, a kazoo, and some plastic buckets
being pounded on with a lead-filled Cabbage Patch doll. But I
can't figure out what outfit to wear -- The Great Morgani and
Thoth already took all the best choices.
I'm thinking white three-hole ski masks with propeller beanies over them.
Also, the accordion should be shaped like a giant foam-rubber chicken liver.
> [...]
>
> I miss those guys.
So come here and let's annoy tourists. Seriously, I'm bursting with
ideas for how to annoy people for hours at a time. You won't believe
the stamina I have when it comes to being annoying in public.
WE MUST BRING BACK SALVADOR DALI'S IDEALS OF ANNOYANCE.
-- K.
Seriously, I so want to
do this. Let's damage some
tourists' preconceived ideas
about normal human behavior.
The Internet doesn't work
for this, it has to be done
where the Normals hang out,
like in front of Au Bon Pain.
