Interview with my band up...
Current mood: artistic
Category: Music
At Eli Smith's Down Home Radio show website..Hear us talk about our new album, old music, John's obsessive collecting of 78 records, and other fancy-pants stuff that you may or may not enjoy... So go check it out freaks! love, me
Currently
listening
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Some Cold Rainy Day
By
Eden & John's East River String Band
Release date: 2008-05-28
Okay, What is with all these "street teams" of people who are everywhere? Are there really people out there who go out on the street with a bullhorn and inform everyone about how great someone else's music, books, or art is? Why would they do this? Where do these people come from? AND WHERE IS MY STREET TEAM??!! I need a group of people that think I'm so great that they will tell the world all about my greatness! I can see it all now...a rowdy crowd a mile long will surround an unsuspecting person and shout,"Do you know about EDEN? Are you informed? EDEN EDEN EDEN!!!!" The victim will look confused for a minute..then tentatively ask, "Well, who is she? What does she do?" My STREET TEAM will then start looking confused themselves and whispering amongst each other..They will turn to the curious random person that they had surrounded and say,"Well, she's this girl, see..and she just kinda..you know..hangs out and stuff." The random person on the street will nod appreciatively and happily join the march...It's gonna be swell, I tell you...Just swell.
Currently
listening
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Frankenchrist
By
Dead Kennedys
Release date: 2003-04-29
Run for the Whore-der.
Current mood: crunk
Category: Blogging
Wow, this is the absolute lowest that myspace has sunk..Now FAKE TOM is telling me to eat at Taco Bell. So it has come to this..This is why everyone is going over to Facebook. No one wants to play with you anymore, THOMAS!! You're no fun...some might even say you stink. Or even that you are a scrote-licking freakshow who eats his own scat while sticking a large corncob covered in I CAN"T BELIEVE IT"S NOT BUTTER(TM) directly into your gaping anus. Yeah, I've actually heard people say this. They were eating bean burritos and nachos grande at Taco Bell while they said this. So fuck off TOM. If I wasn't so terrified and confused when people tried to write on my funwall, I would be on Facebook more often... Anyway, here's a fun video..I'm 96% certain that Barbara actually dies of a stroke at the 2 minute mark:
Currently
listening
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Some Cold Rainy Day
By
eden & john's east river string band, eden and john's east river string band, robert crumb, r crumb, eden brower, john heneghan, terry waldo east river string band
What better way to celebrate the 5th of May then bringing your freak of a cat to the vet to get his teeth removed? I know that is EXACTLY how Delgado visualized this special day...He was so enthusiastic that he escaped when they tried to get him back in the carrier after the operation...We ran around trying to find him but he wouldn't come out..it was like the radiator incident but even more fun because he was heavily drugged and bleeding all over the place!!! I know the vet and his assistant were really happy about this holiday by the way they kept cursing..Too bad this huge net swooped in on Del and scooped him up, putting an end to the festivities...When I finally got him home, he just kinda fell over meowing pitifully..I guess he had too many margaritas! Ay Caramba!!! Then my friends and I drove around with this duck that someone had found uptown on the street, and instead of smacking it around with a stick until candy fell out of it, which is undoubtably why someone had it in the first place...we brought it to Central Park and set it free at the pond...Did wild dingos come and eat it right after we left? Possibly! But still..it felt like a good deed...I knew for sure we did the right thing by driving to the park with the duck after we happened to see Katie Holmes on the street with that little Xenu-like alien baby...and we got to stalk her while carrying around a duck. Now she can tell all her scientolgy pals that a bleached blonde and a bright red ginger chased her up the street with a duck.
It's neat. It will make you popular with the ladies. Or maybe just the comic book geeks who go to comic conventions dressed like wolverine. Snik Snik! But what do I know? I'm just a girl...I enjoy fluffy bunnies and Little House on the Prairie marathons..and that episode of the Brady Bunch where Greg became Johnny Bravo.
Ok, now the fake sexxxy girl profiles are scaring me! One tried to add me yesterday and the main pic was some anti-bush anti-corporate stencil thingy...I looked at the page and the blogs were all about their sexy webcam and nudie site!!! But they had over 200 friends including punk/crusty bands and regular looking people who were not wearing string bikinis. Their hero was John Lennon! Was this once a real page? Did spammers hijack it for their own nefarious purposes? I’m so confused...Do people that hate corporate America all have webcams? Will webcams put a stop to the war? Then today, I got more fake requests, but the girls were somewhat clothed, had nose rings and weird tattoos(not lower back tribal craptacular ones)...they were into Tom Waits, but they wanted me to check out their vaginas! What has this world come to? I’ve seen undercover cops with tattoos and dreads, but this new wave of porn punk prostitutes is freaking me out. I kinda want to get a job making up these webcam fake poontang pages though..Mine will be sooooo good...it will blow your mind! I can upload pictures of funny monkeys and write that my interests include never wearing any clothes except occasionally a diaper, public sex, and making people pay to see me naked, locked up in a small cage.
Currently
reading
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Below the Line
By
J. R. Helton
Release date: July, 2000
Does she think she can get away with this? Old widow Pennysparklepuss has been spreading vicious untruths about me again! She has accused me of public intoxication, unsolicited nudity- including but not limited to showing of ankles, elbows, and upper portion of bosoms, and shortchanging the man who delivers my milk. At the market today, I hid behind the baked bean display and watched with my own eyes as she hid 19 lbs of ground sirloin in her undergarments, then hopped over to the shoe department where she proceeded to upgrade her pay-less sensible pumps, for a pair of stilleto slingback mules. Common courtesy stopped me from calling the constable on her right then and there! Well, that and the fact that I was drunk and my ankles and elbows were clearly showing. Anyhoo, in a related story, I really don't feel like going to work tomorrow...give me one good reason why I should?! Well? Yeah..that's what I thought. Bitch. People should give me money just for being me. And they should give me presents just because it feels really good to give! I oughta know...I gave 3 people headlice today! It felt really good to share, but i'm sure gonna miss Peggy Sue, Mortimer Mooley, and Hymen Rosenblatz.
Currently
reading
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Extras (Uglies)
By
Scott Westerfeld
Release date: 02 October, 2007
We may never understand its effect on man. but The East River String Band got a small mention in the New York Times yesterday! Take that, FAKE TOM! Here's a link to the article about roots music in NYC:
What a lame holiday..like people need a special day just to give me stuff!!! How ludicrous..why, my mailbox is filled with gifts that people have decided to shower me with every day! Man, just yesterday i heard a knock on my door and when I ran to the door and opened it..there was a brown paper bag with a present in it for little old me just sitting out there pretty as could be! Unfortunately, somehow the paper bag had caught on fire and I had to stomp on it to douse the flames which crushed most of the chocolate to bits..I did get to eat some of it though...and what a nice surprise! I had NO IDEA they made feces flavored candy now! What was in the bag looked, smelled, and even tasted like real honest-to-goodness shit!! Pretty neat, huh? Just like the apples someone put in my mailbox last week...They were so neat...but how did they get the apple to grow AROUND THE RAZOR BLADE is what I want to know! Those apples were old and tarty..just like the note that came with them said i was! Anyway..the moral of this story is...Give me stuff.
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