no one has slept in about 50 hours.
martin and bill paid the gastro-intestinal cost of eating basement pizza.
setup for the gallery show was efficient and relatively expedient.
turns out, the mt. vernon a block from us isnt the george washington mt. vernon
we got a parking ticket.
gallery show had homeless people eating the entire salami spread, a couple making out at the bar and then having a screaming fight, someone being locked out for being banned, four digit sales, cougar boobs falling out by “accident,” and someone trying to convince martin he didn’t screen print his own work.
tonight we rinse and repeat. dj set report and video to come.
max
7/11/09
I’m writing this quickly on the drive to Baltimore from Chicago to set up a sweet fucking rock memorabilia gallery.
My time with R3 has been ludicrously productive. So many excellent folks exemplifying enthusiastic collaboration.
A few nights back, the good folks at Reggie’s Rock Club (howdy, Elle) treated us to dinner and a tour of their building. Solid bar food, and amazing facilities. There are two performance areas, a one hundredish capacity dining room with a stage, and another four hundredish-capacity proper rock club. The floor is tilted steeply towards the stage, ensuring both a) everyone can have a good view of the act, and b) the moshers aim better.
Reggie’s is a delightful example of artistic entrepreneurship. It’s reminiscent of R3 in a lot of ways, which should make for a lovely partnership with the studio we’re building there. Besides the two stages, bars, and restaurant, Reggies also features an impressive record store, screen printing shop, and lounge.
I’m performing there 9/6/09. Stand-up comedy.
Couldn’t be more excited.
Sleep time now.
m
7/9/09
