the band thing is looking good. patrick was really happy to hear from me, made me happy. i saw jim down at Mole's, and he was eager to get in on the hardcore project (tentatively titled Agent Deth Fuzz. in my mind, anyway). ian is gonna be doing the screaming. and i'd be really happy if kate would able to join in on the non-hardcore project. i need to talk to her about it.

things are looking up. for once.

i'm happy. i can drum along to the whole of the Ramones Rocket To Russia...it took me a bit to get the break on Needles and Pins, but i got it. maybe i should talk to mike and see if he wants to play some ramones covers, just so i can get the practice.



i spend too much time on rocknroll. it's my life, and it's my wife. heheh, no women, no school, no job. nothing yet. but not for terribly long. i have to make this work.



yesterday i pissed off one of the guys who works at the buzz. i don't know his name. i was giving him a hard time, and he told me that i was being an overbearing bitch. i thought about it all the way back on the bus, and i realized he was right. i need to relax and not open my mouth all the time. i need to apologize and thank him next time i see him. another important life lesson learned at the buzz.

coming back, the ohio sky was still stuck in winter. and the people are still stuck in 1845. i don't like this place very much. on the other hand, i got to to the buzz. it was fun. i met these people, half of them are called jared, the other half are called kate. or Pi. depending on who's side your on. they came to my house and we listened to rekkids, and i talked to much about nothing anyone was really interested in, just like i usually do. they seemed to take it in good stride though. i was impressed. went for a walk, and jared did things i usually do. i was suprised later when i realized this.



the poem below, it's a bit i wrote a while back. before we left. but i forgot about it. i kind of like it.



tonight i'm gonna go bug dave to go with me to get my gear from niesen's. and then to call patrick. planning planning planning. i just wanna make some rock n roll.

of all the girls i never got over, half of them are you.

the smog show was pretty cool, smog was good, kinda boring during some bits, but picked up later. wasn´t at all what i´d expected, they reminded me of the silver jews. the opening act was this guy called Matt Elliot. he came out with a guitar and a friend on cello, and using tape loops (an akai headrush) and some drum machines, put on a very good preformance. check him out if you can - he´s an english bloke. very innovative, very etheral, very cool.



this is the AMG page of his old band:

click Here

cover art for Birth Control´s (i was wrong, they´re german) Hoodoo Man album:

today is my last day in barcelona...then three days in madrid, and then newark.



i found this killer rekkid shop called Edison´s, and i dug up some hep discs: Pixies - Bossanova (mint condition vinyl. and its the pixies), The Animals - Tracking the Hits (a late 60s greatest hits on vinyl), Birth Control - Hoodoo Man (this really awesome scandinavian proto stoner heavy-ass blues...with organ and lemmy-like vocals.all in 1969 (vinyl)), Teenage Riot (a compilation on vinyl of really scuzzy R&B stuff from the late 50s about juvenile delinquients), and the Flaming Groovies - Shake some Action (mick jagger said this band was better than the stones. and this disc is proof. its got some live stuff, more or less a best of. great great stuff. check them out if you haven't).



i´m gonna go see Smog tonight...should be a good show. its like lo-fi depression music. like dashboard confessional without all the whining. or an acoustic joy division. good stuff;i´m really looking foward to it.



music. at least i´m not an alcoholic.

barcelona -



it feels like home, spain. man, i didn´t realize how much i missed it until i got back. i don´t wanna go back to cincinnati. don´t really have any reason to, either.



on the plus side, some stuff i forgot to mention - i got a couple of rekkids in france: the Stranglers ¨always the sun¨ single, and Lou Reeds ¨Berlin,¨ both in good condition and both on vinyl. score. you can check out the rest of my somewhat meager collection Here

if you trade mix tapes or would like to do a trade for copy of anything i have, send me an e-mail ( rafewdavis@hotmail.com ) or talk to me on AIM (gloing blu orb). im looking for stuff by the Standells, Sam the Sham and the Pharohs, mission of burma, the miracle workers, Tracer, the lotus eaters, husker du bootlegs, and/or The Swinging Medallions. and Le Six.



sorry about that, i got sidetracked.



barcelona...it´s very nice. it´s about the size of cincinnati, but a million times more cultured. which shows. i´m putting my money on the fact that cincinnati hasn´t been around for the last several hundred years...i feel like i should say something deep but i can´t. i´ll say something cliche instead: i like barecleona more than paris, because even though it has the same general architectural style and cultural melange, people´s balconies here in barcelona betray a lot more personality than the stark wrought iron barricades the parisians call balconies. you´ll see plants or bicycles or stuffed animals or flags or anti-war banners here, but never in paris. if you think that´s a cheap shallow reason to not like paris that much, well fine. but i think that it says something about the people - they´re trying to be more involved in their environment, and kitsch, i guess, is the most common way to try to shape things on a very basic level - but they also do more one a greater level (voting, for instance). maybe this is why americans

like kitsch so much - it makes them feel like their in control.



this is agent deth fuzz signing out...

montpelier. next up is barcelona. im looking foward to being back in spain. i like france, but spain feels like home. or something like it. um. some of you have gifts coming.

ive got a ton of french bands that i need to list for a certain party, but thats to come later.

i have some lyrics and random bits, mostly written on trains. lots and lots of sketches. some will be scannned.

also a story is in the works, im taking notes, about my running away experience. its going with the first one in a collection to be titled I was a Teenage Cannibal. get the bit about assimilating yr evirons and yr peers and living off of them? you did? good, heres a cookie.

words:
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(this a song ive written. ive written about fifteen. with lyrics)

she sang a song called fucking
wearing her fathers tie
a silver silken belt
between two breasts so light

benjamin braddock
was stuttering away
in the corner
of my
eye

she sang a song called fucking
wearing her fathers tie
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give them thirty years
and that many pills
and its all neo tokyo after that
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you see a sullen little man
you see him slouch away
you think thats the last youve seen of him
well
yes
it is.
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thats all for now people. two weeks ill be home. and then you get to see my beautiful chickenscratch drawings....until then...