December 2009

December 31, 2009

Winter Retrospective: A Brief Summer-y

By Fredrick
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I do a lot of filming; pretty much everywhere I go I have my camera at hand. Sometimes you just don't have enough substance to make a movie, though. So what happens then? Typically if I don't have enough to work with when I get home, I just delete it. Sometimes I keep it around, and it floats around forever (like this beautiful footage of a running fire hydrant I took in Greenwich Village last winter). However, some moments are too precious to condemn to the recycling bin, and over the summer I collected quite a few of them.

Recently someone posted a short movie from Jon Anzalone's Bastille Day party, and it got me thinking about last summer and all the random moments I had recorded but done nothing with. For instance, the might and symbolic Bastille that Whitney and Miranda spent all day crafting, only to be squashed by the French Revolution (played here by Jon). That day I dug a pit, which was easily large enough to bury someone in, and spent a large portion of my day scooping handfuls of gritty Brooklyn sand and shards of glass from my spacious hole.

And though I was in a new place, it was hard feeling free. The confines of the MTA were behind me, and wide open roads were all around, but all I had to travel on was a bike. This suited me fine in Brooklyn, considering I could ride it anywhere I needed it. Here it's 15 miles between here and the next thing, 30 miles to anything interesting. The bike will take you pretty far, but as a means of transportation, it doesn't work effectively. On Rt-299, which I rode to the end of and back, I found a castle set back in the woods, which, apparently was a private residence. There were signs all over saying it was private property, but such signs are not applicable when you live in a fucking castle.

In another attempt to get out in the world, I spent the day with my dear friends Kathleen Vecchia and Erin Boylan, who is the heir to the Boylan's soda fortune. We went to Kingston to rendezvous with a friend of theirs from Purchase, but had a lot of time to kill in the meantime so we checked out the waterfront in East Kingston. From the inside of a ramshackle building to the deserted shores of what used to be a brick factory, we wandered about and took in the sights. I guess we weren't supposed to be there, I hear it's a bad neighborhood, but whatever. We survived.

Closer to home I was able to find adventure, too, be it on the trails surrounding New Palts or out at Ian Cronin's mother's swank cabin in Esopus. What was supposed to be a weekly ritual stands alone as one of my most cherished moments when my ex co-workers from The Grey Dog's Coffee got together in the Hudson Valley to make dinner and play music (both of which I didn't help much with, but certainly enjoyed to products of). Abe Hawkins and The Don were also there, which was lovely because I adore them both.

Now if only it wasn't negative 1,000,000 out I could have some fun...

Music by The Donkeys

December 7, 2009

Oh, my nutsack: An Evening with Scrottum

By Fredrick
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Live from the 1st Annual Bearded Gentleman's Soirée, Ithaca, NY based duo performs a showcase of their crude-humor driven music.

Playlist:

Act one

1. resilience
2. girls take dumps and fart
3. teabag you
4. kids suck at singing
5. showing it to tim
Act two

1. oh my nutsack
2. you've got a friend
3. local cheeseburger
4. anti-arachnid
5. port royal on the rocks
6. our trip to pizza hut
Act three

1. meat licked
2. car farts
3. dog's talon
4. nutsack in the desert
5. gospel
6. one man's trash
7. down south necrophiliac
Finale

1. paraphernalia
2. anderson
3. ugly baby
4. handshake #6
5. red devil
6. water
7. selfish bitch

December 2009

Winter Retrospective: A Brief Summer-y

Oh, my nutsack: An Evening with Scrottum

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