Spark 'em up at eight!

There might be snow where you are
There may even be ice
So let us travel, sans car,
To someplace warm and nice
They eat non-kosher meats there
And smoke fair bit of weed
Tonight, I'm playing reggae
Joyous Christmas indeed!

Bring your candles at eight

Agriculture, sun-god born
why now, in the dead of night?
Some chilly, darkest, winter morn
We celebrate that little light
And those eight days, coming so soon
Again, a festival of flames
That lowest sky of winter noon,
Many cultures give many names...

I can't believe I miss summer

It snowed here, where it ought not snow
The week was filled with wind and cold
And other worries, don't ya know?
Like who would be the next to fold
Of course, I'll talk about it more
This topic, sadly, bears much weight.
But who knows what the night has in store?
And as always, starts at eight

Happy fun time starting in eighth hour!

I'm feeling depressed
Drown your sorrows in saké
We'll see if it helps

Party starts at eight. Bring a hat.

So if I played a lot of songs about yams and turkey
I'd expect you all to come and laugh and point at me
There doesn't seem to be much cause, now that Thanksgiving's passed
So help me celebrate three years of sitting on my ass.

The begging starts at 8

If only they had asked for cash
A month or two before
Then, we might have tossed in
A couple billion more
But the banks all beat them to it
With needs we all addressed
I guess that's the difference
Between a sucker and success

5, 6, 7, 8, who do we depreciate?

I could have played a set tonight
About service in war
But that didn't quite feel right
Because it's such a bore
But military music has a beat
That drum and bugle play
That dance artists all thought was sweet
So that's what I will play.

So glad that is all over with

That knot is your stomach was history
Full of tension and acidity
But now all of that tension's gone
Because it looks like our team won
So now it's time to celebrate
We'll drink drink and dance starting at eight.

Same Bat-Time, New Bat-Location

Ghouls and zombies roam the streets
Playing tricks and seeking treats
Frankenstein's monster restored
Or wild were-woman so abhorred
Shambling corpses reach out, blind,
Trying to seize both hearts and minds
Hide your face and shake and scream!
Forget politics, it's Halloween.

I'm setting up the board at eight.

Listen: Let's play this game I know
We'll pretend these berries are money
And we can buy clothes and fancy houses
But we won't have to pay for groceries or gas
Because we don't eat! And everyone can fly
It will never get hot or cold or rain
We'll travel the world and never worry about passports
And we'll never get sick and we'll stay young forever

It'll be fun.

We'll traipse down memory lane at eight

So many times we've gathered here
To talk and drink and dance
A glass of wine, a mug of beer
Pronouncements gone askance
To all the patrons and the staff,
Each one of you's a friend.
This time I've loved (while working half)
Should never reach an end.
So dance again, you ghosts of light!
Upon a shadowed floor
My fiftieth show is tonight
I'll yet do fifty more

I know, not my best. It's been a tiring and trying week.

Round and round and down it goes
The markets are all flailing.
It's time Wall Street greed was opposed
To keep our banks from failing.
So now we turn to one who knows
We'll listen to what he's saying.
Who'll slay those giants, you suppose?
John Quixote and Sancho Palin.

Well, I have a couple weeks yet.

October's here, so it would seem
I'm faced with such troubled themes
Now, I have to pick between
Politics and Halloween

The poem came a day later.

I know it may be a tad late
For that, we'll blame that damn debate
And afterwords, I had to clean
Away the stupid and the mean.
I disagree with pundits some
And feel that no one really won.
At least it wasn't held against me
Last night's show was at eight-oh-three. 

 

The sell-off starts at eight

That smashing sound you all may hear
Is banks and savings crashing
Adam Smith sheds a single tear
While markets get a thrashing

Politics seem petty now
Bankers wish they were dead
Yet both campaigns have laid out how
They'll reorganize the Fed.

Wow, I almost forgot to post this.

The storms are coming to the Texas coast
Hitting those drills of which we boast
Interviews happened on ABC
A deer in headlights saying "Charlie".
The dead cat bounce wasn't that big
Just putting lipstick on a pig
As for the presidential race
Talk about that till you're blue in the face

The love-fest starts at eight

Finally! It's over. The conventions are all through
A giant rear projector tried so hard to set the scene.
(And, content-wise, I'll say that those speeches really blew
But must amuse crowds drunken on both blood and Ovaltine.)
No matter what has happened, the skies today are blue.
But what about those mornings when the eastern sky is red?
I'll impart a little bit of folk wisdom to you:
That's an indication of foul weather up ahead.

Our convention starts at eight.

OH! What a week for history!
A speech by ailing Kennedy
Why, even Bill and Hillary
And half the Biden clan.

Michelle got up in her green dress
And Richardson gave his address
Kucinich even joined the mess.
Sing it loud, "Yes we can!"

Then Barak stood out in the field
And every promise he revealed
Was, with a plan, so artfully sealed.
All upstaged by Miss Palin.

Our trains leaves a little after 8

To every hill, valley, and nation
Around the world won't take that long
Visiting our musical relations
For the better or the wrong
It will either bore or amaze us
You'll have to dance or want to sit.
But, like the weather here in Texas
All you do is wait a bit

Eight o'clock, let's get started!

Quick! before I forget to say:
Sarah Fouquet turns an age today.

Each week I write a little rhyme
About how I will spin it.
Sometimes I do ahead of time;
Sometimes at the last minute.
I had worked out a lovely refrain
About love and the past and regret.
But a glimpse of a coyote from the train
Made me completely forget.

Spiders love eight! I'm passing out the Eightoraid!

August eighth, two-thousand eight
At eight PM, a lucky date
The Chinese all seem to revere
(And twice the sum of all their fears)
Not many songs will fit that theme
Unpopular topic, it seems
But I'll say this in my defense
You don't know what I'm up against.

I got tired of rhyming.

As the sun has moved from Cancer into Leo strong,
so day's slow decrease has begun and heat bear down.
As another moon has passed, so rents are due once more.
What primal forces bring us close and cheer our hearts
as we gather once more to dance our cares away?
Such mysteries have oft been discussed
and shall again, as clocks strike the eighth hour.

Hey, haiku is poetry

Yes, notice was late
I got to talking with Az
And almost forgot

We had more people than I expected.

Morality and birth control
Questions that all take their toll
On precious time or friendships dear
We may have more going on here.
Plus - Batman's coming out tonight!
The set will start at eight tonight.

In case you hadn't heard....

Oh, how could I play tonight
With what is going on?
Sorry guys, but really,
It feels a little wrong
RFL has started:
A cause both great and dear.
I can't be that cold-hearted
Get your asses down here.

And I did.

Here's just what was going on
Last weekend, I was at A-Kon
The oldest running con we've seen
(This one was number nineteen)
Helping a friend with karaoke
Meant a free staff badge for me
Three hours was all I could stand.
Tonight I'll play stuff from Japan

8PM is closer than you think

Time so quickly passes by
Hours turn into seconds
Then, one day you realize
More past than future beckons
The harder that you try to squeeze
The more they pass away
A day turns quickly to a week
Minutes turn into days

paraskavedekatriaphobia

Are you feeling lucky today
Or not quite tossing your good sense away?
Blindly trusting in the goodwill of man
Or fighting and scraping for all that you can?
Rubbing and kissing some old rabbit's feet
Or looking both way before crossing the street?
Do you have it planned or just leave it to fate?
With any luck, the show's starting at eight.

Here's what went down

Here's just what was going on
Last weekend, I was at A-Kon
The oldest running con we've seen
(This one was number nineteen)
Helping a friend with karaoke
Meant a free staff badge for me
Three hours was all I could stand.
Tonight I'll play stuff from Japan

At eight, like almost always.

I got most of what I wanted done
So I'm back from my vacation.
I've missed you all February
And have to ask, did you miss me?

8:00
1. Pinky Show - How To Make a Mini Zine (1:02)

Aw, I've been gone too long. I even had weird technical problems. Don't forget to set your clocks forward tonight!

3. joelandbarry - The February Song (1:28)
4. William S. Burroughs - William's Welcome ("What are you here for?") (1:38)
5. Cowboy Bebop - March For Koala (1:00)
6. Fred Katz and His Jammers - To Blow Is To Know (4:33)
7. Laurie Anderson - Walking & Falling (2:13)
8. Stéphane Grappelli - It Might as Well Be Spring (3:35)
9. The New Orleans Feetwarmers - Maple Leaf Rag (3:41)
10. Chico Hamilton Quintet - Gone With The Wind (5:08)
11. Basil Pouledaris - The Kitchen - The Orgy (4:15)
12. Jimmy Bond - From Russia With Love (2:49)
13. Art Tatum - Tiger Rag (2:14)
14. The Puppini Sisters - Jilted (5:33)
15. Jen Rathbun - Married, Burried, or Gay (3:25)
16. no artist - the hidden cameras - ban marriage (4:21)
17. The Jolly Boys - Never Find A Lover Like Me (4:40)

Yeah, so, uh, Watchmen. Wow, huh, Alan Moore had already said it's shit. Has Alan ever made music? Oh, gosh, yes he had.

9:00
19. Sinister Ducks - March of the Sinister Ducks (2:34)
20. Ennio Morricone - Deep Down (Alternate Version) (3:07)
21. Watchmen Saturday Morning Cartoon (1:11)
22. Yoko Kanno - Gun Crew's March (2:14)
23. Watchmen Thing - nockFORCE (1:23)
24. Triplets of Belleville - Belleville Rendez-Vous (3:11)
25. Moonriders - N°9 (5:00)
26. Puppini Sisters - WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN (2:43)
27. Lo-Fidelity Allstars - How To Operate With A Blown Mind (7:23)
28. dj BC and The Beastles - Looking Down The Barrel Of A Warm Gun (2:40)
29. April March - Chick Habit (Album Version) (2:08)
30. SoHo - Hippychick (Happiness is a Warm Hippy) (4:31)
31. The Brazilian Bitles - Cabelos longos Ideias Curtas (3:11)
32. Frank Zappa - Any Way the Wind Blows (2:58)

I thought about telling everyone a story tonight. That will have to wait.

10:00
34. Amon Tobin - Verbal [Topo Gigio Remix] (3:58)
35. The Art Of Noise - Island (5:49)
36. Aphex Twin - Pancake Lizard (4:24)
37. Amon Tobin - Verbal [Kid 606 Dancehall Devastation Mix] (4:39)
38. Pi Song (1:06)
39. The Orb - Kompagna [Zandic Mix] (3:53)
40. Neotropic - Beached by Rote (2:57)
41. Plaid - This City (3:33)
42. The Orb - S.A.L.T. (7:54)
43. Carl Orff - Aus "Sirmio", Tria Catulli Carmina: Multas per gentes (2:37)

OH YEAH, ANOTHER THING...

Discordians all dance with glee
Because it's the five twenty-three
Dedicated to all chaos!
And so tonight, Random's the real boss
If he plays songs loud and queer
Don't ask me, I just work here.

And so it goes.

Cyclones, quakes, and great disasters
All made worse by frightened bastards
West Virginia's full of hicks
While John Edwards has made his pick
(Texas hicks are also bad)
And the economy's just sad
Cash in now before it's too late!
And, as always, we start at eight.

Just me, at eight

This Friday, it looked like it was just me
For this, we can thank Service Pack Three
And someone's visit to Germany.

They'll be back next week, don't you fret
It's not like they could just forget
That night, though, eight, I had MY set.

People are stealing my notices.

Notices have that commercial ring
Promising a great time and other lies
A random spot for some random thing
That few remember, and even fewer buy
Get whiter teeth! More gas millage! Loose weight!
But this is no lie: the set starts at eight.

As always, at 8.

We're just running all over the place
And so tonight's theme will be about space
It seems no one can keep their head
While we sort the living from dead
From closed club ashes, new ones spring
Everyone has their own thing
I know it's been an odd week, but
The set will start at, wait, dude...what?

And someone's email rejected my notice due to "profanity". Booo!

The news this week was f*cking dumb
Pope in plane! Pointless debates!
My brain is slowing going numb.
My themeless set begins at eight.

a thing

I'm spinning tonight
There's no particular theme
Just mash-ups and such

Before you tune in
May I make a suggestion?
Install this plug-in

Azadine will play
For two hours before me
As she always does

Her show starts at six
That is, in Pacific time
My show starts at eight

And that show started at 8 SL time, 10 central

I heard that there were some complaints
That notices were getting too numerous
I could be at fault; never said I was a saint
But I wonder what the source of the rumor is
And I try my best to not use the group chat
(Because for some, it's an absolute crime)
But still, someone's upset, and so that's that for that
So I'll only post this notice one time.

Sonnets are too long for club notices.

There is a lack of input here
Just words inside a heartless box
Yet, what is meant is always clear
A kind of "Meno's paradox."

Lepidoptera has butterflies
The "ptrera" is the Greek for "wing"
To coleoptera, beetle replies
Hymenoptera include those that sting

But the "Menoptra" is, you see,
A Dr. Who creature is seems
So that's the right last name for me!
I thought I'd keep that insect theme.

And thus, discuss the bugs you hate
The show, as always, starts at eight.

It's this damned convention, you see. 8 am! On a Saturday!

What is this "Lethe" anyway?
River? Naiad? Butterfly?
Or chance to dance two hours away?
Try to forget the "how" and "why".

Now, it won't be quite as long
(Due to an early morning duty)
Real Life calls; is that so wrong?
You surely won't hold that against me.

Tonight's show dedicated to the violin, the viola, and the cello.

Thursday's subtle turn of earth
Exposes us to sun
At which we celebrate rebirth
And--please excuse the pun--
Everything now "springs" to life
That's why we call it spring?
So some pair off as man and wife
It's all about the strings.

As always, it starts at 8 SL time.

We play a lot of music here
A range that goes from A to Z
To no one style do we adhere
So I present this history
Of electronica and dance
Its shaky start in Germany
A gentle side-step into trance
And full-on bloom in the 90s
We're going to try to skip the crap
Of which, I'm sure, there was plenty
But we'll still brush against the rap
And kick it with a 303.

leap at nine

It’s that time of year once more
An extra day one year in four
The calender brought into line
Between Earth's orbit and our time.
And to those born on this day
I just have one thing to say
Please drop that joke that we all hate
You’re thirty-two, not flippin' eight.

But for reals!

Let me just say this
My set starts at eight o’clock
Everyone should come

I play lots of crap
Sometimes, brilliance happens
You just might miss it

I was not kidding
We have some hot tunes tonight
And you will miss it

The playlist went as such:

The week got worse; hell, started bad
I'd have to call it total shit
But after days like I've just had
It's time to chill a little bit.

It all just makes you groan and twitch
It's time for a collective vent
And after we all whine and bitch
We'll tell the fuckers to get bent.

This haiku brought to you by the letters F and U

February first
With rent now paid, we are poor
So screw it. Let's dance!


Spider spins once more
Plucking sounds from her web
The gig starts at eight

Which was also on a Friday.

A week in review...

On Tuesday, Mozilla turned ten, and what's more
On Thursday, the Apple Macintosh, twenty-four.
And just how can I share this info with you?
Wikipedia switched to its new software in '02.

That's at the Velvet, in Second Life Time.

Goddamn, but it's been a heck of a week
Of dealing with things and people we hate.
But the weekend is here and we're due to unwind
From all those horrors of which we not speak.
And so the party had started at eight

The Winchester is gone

On the nights that I do my gig, I have this little ritual I do. First, check to see that the stream is available. Next, set up the Linux box to monitor the stream. Send out IM links to outside listeners, and then sign onto Second Life.

So, usually, when I sign on, I send out the notice to the Velvet group that I'm spinning and what the "theme" is going to be, then hang out at the Winchester for an hour or so, and then pop over to the Velvet for my set. I like to pop by the Win because Massacre and Astrud have their sets over there and I like to get a feel for how the crowds are.

Last night, my theme was "I'm not dead yet" and I discussed how it felt like the Universe had been out to get me all week. I think this is because I'm closing it out with an ear-infection and the only thing that feels more personal than an ear-infection is something that involves yeast. The less said about that the better. But, surviving adversary was my theme and I wish I had sent out that notice after going over to the Winchester.

Because the Winchester is gone. It's a victim of drama that I'm not going to go into here, but the club is gone and I feel really bad for a lot of people. When they opened back in the spring, there was a really good feeling there and a lot of very good people were there. It was a real sister club for the Velvet, and not just because we shared a lot of the same DJs and clientèle, but because it had that same feeling of home and it was a safe place and up until a month ago, it had been one of those drama-free places to go. As the avatar says, I am a sad spider. ::::-(

Another set at the Velvet

 I only played for a couple hours Friday night. Coming back from the holidays has worn everyone out.