Mustache

I have always been a proponent of the mustache. I am currently sporting one and have sported one in the past from time to time.

A mustache means something. It may not be entirely quantifiable, but I daresay I have gotten many claps on the back, as well as the more than the occasional eye from a member of the opposite sex.

So I just want to say some things about mustaches.

1) A mustache doesn't count unless you wear it for one month. A month is when wearing it becomes part of a year, as in, "Wow, I've had this mustache for 1/12 of a year!" A week is most often quantified within a month, and that's just child's play. One month. That's what it takes.

2) A mustache does not make you hip. A mustache is supposed to make you look classy, dignified, and handsome. Hip? I don't buy it. Maybe it's just a gut reaction to some of the L.E.S./Williamsburg freak shows I see with them but...No. A man can be hip and have a mustache, but that mustache does not make him hip.

3) I said in part 1 that a mustache doesn't count unless you've had it for a month. Still true. However, if you're bold enough to try it out for a week or two, you have my approval - still not a mustache, but a very admirable act. Kudos. Maybe next time, you'll make it all the way.

4) For some reason, people have to comment. Everyone says something. They can't not it seems. So you have to take it all in stride. Sure, when I hear, "You look like you were in a porno from the seventies!" one hundred times a night it gets a little grating - but I don't respond with, You look like a serial dolphin rapist, do I? Then again, there's nothing bad about this. Porn stars are studs. Go with it. Use it. This goes for any and all comments. "Hey, Freddie Mercury!" Gay, but had a great voice. You gotta roll with 'em.

5) Beware: Guys will always say, "If I could grow one I would definitely have a mustache. Definitely!" These guys are not bad people, they just don't get it. It's easy for them to say they want a stache - but they'll never be able to have one and therefore there's nothing to stop them from pretending they would actually have the salt to sport it. Just laugh, say, Sure, and move on. These are pretenders.

6) To those who won't grow it but can? Dude, it may work for you. I know this guy who is only decently attractive at best, but when I saw him with a mustache it was revelatory. He actually looked handsome, as one of my other pals said. Back in the day 20, 30 years ago, this guy would've said, "Yeah? Shit. I'm growing a stache!" and the pussy would've started to roll in. Nowadays, the guy laughs, says Whatever, and shaves it cuz he thinks it's silly or he's afraid. He's only hurting himself.

7) A mustache - if nothing else - is a confidence booster. Look, I'm not gonna lie and say it's for everyone or that it is even right for me; or, rather, the best look for me. But if you wear it for a month, and then shave it, all of a sudden the air is fresher. You look GREAT. And you looked great before, too! It's really a fucking amazing feeling, to look so good before and look so good after.

8) I'm convinced that if YOU like your facial hair than there are plenty of women out there that like it too. And I think they like that you had the balls to rock it out, even if they're not totally sold on the look from a purely aesthetical point of view.

9) I think it's personally insulting that people have made growing a mustache the punishment for losing a bet or wager. You lost, grow a stache, dickweed! Insulting.

10) SOMEONE HAS TO DO IT. In this day and age, the mustache is dead. I truly think so. Who wears them? Hipsters - they're losers; middle age men - nothing against them, but they've been grandfathered in; old men - same deal; and...shit, who else? Hockey players during playoffs? Bet losers? C'mon! Where are all the decent young men out there - normal guys, guys that drink beer, make fun of their bros, play HORSE, watch sports and listen to music, watch movies...just a normal guy, with a normal mustache, looking classy, dignified and handsome - where are they? They're nowhere and they wont be coming back for a long time. Too many stigmas, too little dudes that can reach down deep and rock that stache, the way it was meant to be rocked. NOT WITH IRONY! That is the lowest of the low. At my age, my father had a mustache, my uncles had mustaches, my grandfather had a mustache, and now I have a mustache. At least for a month or longer, at least here and there. Long enough so that it doesn't die with the freak shows down in the LES. I like the way it looks, but it's also a way of life, and that way of life is dying. It's not complicated, but I feel that I know, deep down, that it's more than just a mustache. It's a way of connecting to a time when men were men, women were women, people could smoke indoors, and a man was expected to be a gentleman. It was the rule, not the exception to the rule.

Classy. Dignified. Handsome. Those three words. Think about it, gentlemen. Think about what it means. Even if you don't actually grow it, think about what it means. Classy. Dignified. Handsome. Mustache.

Thank you.

What Have I Done?

What's typical of me is that I get into a band heavily, almost out of the blue - something usually clicks, an album, a song - and then that's all, or mostly all, that I'll listen to for two weeks, a month. And I can't stop with one album: I immediately need it all. The entire discography. I just need to have it, want to have it.

The latest craze: The Clash. Ohhh baby. I'd say it falls below my Junior year spring semester Elvis Costello mania or my second of three Dylan crazes, the one during my sophomore year, but above my recent Neil Young and Harry Nilsson infatuations.

Yeah, so lately it's been about The Clash. I truly believe they are one of the best bands of all-time. They are a Zeppelin. A Rolling Stones. Beatles or Blink 182? Maybe not quite there - but that's just from someone who is very much a big fan of those two acts. I mean, The Clash, I believe, can make claim to being the best band of all-time. There's nothing too crazy about it if you know all their work, the context and times, who they were and what they stood for. Those guys were very very diesel.

And they still are. For a while I'd wanted to get into The Clash but it didn't click. I think it may have had something to do with "London Calling," the song. I'd heard it too many times and I think Joe Strummer's voice got on my nerves. I got turned around after listening to a Sound Opinions podcast where Greg Kot and Jim Derigotis dissected the album. It was enough to get me to finally listen to London Calling properly, after having it lie around for a while.

Long story short, I got totally into it. From London Calling I moved on to Give 'Em Enough Rope, The Clash (US and UK), Sandinista!, and Combat Rock. I still have to get to a whole bunch of singles and B-sides, but I've done a lot of listening.

I could go on forever about The Clash, but the purpose of this post was to talk about one song, "Police On My Back".



Written by Eddy Grant, this version is mind blowing. The song sounds amazing - madman guitars; an almost Spector-ish production going on within a simple rock setting; a Mick Jones lead vocal with a subtle, driving Joe Strummer vocal beneath it.

But I love this song because it's about a guy who has committed a crime. He has fucked up. He's screwed, and he has to keep on moving constantly, every day of the week, or else the fuzz'll get 'im.

This song is about making a mistake and saying to yourself "What have I done?" That's why I relate. I've made so many bad decisions during my life and I have felt the police on my back - not literally, but something has been on my back. Drinking, girls, relationships, friends, money, jobs, school, injuries, all that shit. I remember those times and pray that the time between the next incident is far, far away. Because it's such a bad feeling. That mistake dictating how you live, constantly moving, thinking.

And then, listening to this song, it's exhilarating too. Not knowing what's going to happen. But it's really not that pleasant however much it gets the blood pumping. I mean, that guitar in this song is a siren. It's hearing that siren fucking blasting wherever you go. There are dial tones in the middle of the song, friends who won't pick up the phone for you. And when Mick Jones screams "What have I done?" you know he's not talking to the cops, he's talking to himself. He wishes he hadn't a done what he done; he's not saying, "What, I haven't done a bloody thing!" to the coppers. He wants to take this back. But he can't. So he runs.

There you go. What more can I say? We all fuck up. "Police On My Back" is about trying to run from that mistake. Sometimes, you best better run. Other times, Fuck it. I'm talking about the little things, the things you do and it wasn't the best decision. Nobody's dead, nothing is FUBAR, you just wish you had had some restraint; you wish you hadn't a done it.

I always try my best not to worry about those little things that really have no real effect on anything in the long run. But sometimes you just can't, man. Sometimes you got the police on your back and you're runnin Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday screaming, What have I done?

Everyone listen to The Clash!

OH RICKY! OHHH BILLLYYY!

Going to see Ricky Gervais live in a couple of hours. The man, the legend. As far as I'm concerned, this man is truly one of the funniest people on the planet.

And it's more than just his formal output - The Office, Extras, The Ricky Gervais Show, stand-up etc, etc, - the man seems funny in everyday life, constantly; he seems like the kind of guy who is the funniest person in the room, always (except on that episode of Marriage Ref where Larry David took control for the entire episode).

It's these types of guys I admire most. Bill Murray is probably the pinnacle: there is no way anyone else is as funny as Bill Murray - on screen or in real life. I read a Bill Murray quote in Live From New York, an oral biography of SNL, where he basically says that he used to be funnier, though he's still funny, but back in the day it was almost - quote - "vengeful," as in, he wanted to make people laugh until it hurt, just drive the joke home over and over, without ever getting less funny, of course. Just relentless humor - with complete command over it.

Breathtaking.

My favorite scene in Ghostbusters is a Murray improvised line. He gets to Sigourney Weaver's for the first time and is prowling around the apartment and he just ambles up to the piano, hits a few notes, and says, "They hate that", i.e., that ghosts hate it. I heard that that was just Reitman telling Bill: "be funny." And the line is so subtle and so funny...Bill Murray inhabits the screen totally and completely. If you look at his performances, it's clear that Murray can take total control at any time. And sometimes he does. Watch Meatballs, his first starring role, and you can watch him struggle - still in the SNL ensemble mind set - wanting to take control, realizing he probably should, but not quite going there as much or as often as he should, given the supporting cast and quality of the script and story because of said mindset - and proably because he's not confident enough just yet.

And then you have movies like Lost In Translation, which is basically Murray not being funny - but it's still funny because of all of the stuff that the film viewer knows about Murray's character in real life and all of the roles he's played up until then - the viewer knows the history and it certainly affects the performance and the way we perceive it. Not to discredit him: Murray knows this and uses it; again, he is pitch perfect.

This is turning into a Bill Murray cock suck, but the man deserves it. He is my hero. There's something about the guy that is unparalleled. I look at message boards on You Tube and there is always one or two or three or four or more posts that say Billy Murray Is A God. It's true. Doesn't he say as much in Groundhog Day? Oh wait, he says he's A god, not the god.

It's like the geeks from Freaks and Geeks feel: when someone tells them that Bill Murray or Steve Martin isn't funny, they just can't believe it. Utter disbelief. Why? Because, like me, they know that that it is simply not true. Bill Murray is funny. People say that these things are about opinion and taste and blah blah blah - untrue. That is the case sometimes, but there are certain instances where it is a fact. People are funny, just as people are undeniably good looking.

I think Gervais is almost there. To deny that he's funny...well, it's not 100 percent unpardonable yet, but it's damned close. Yes, he's British, so I guess Americans get a pass for that if they think he's not funny. But if you really take the time and watch his oeuvre, and then watch him during interviews and award shows and the like, I think that it cannot be denied the man is a funny bloke. He's not Bill Murray (not yet) but he's got a shot.

If you need convincing, check out some of The Office bonus materials. Madness.

[The American Office is a fine show, full of hilarious moments. But there is no denying that the British Office -THE Office - is superior: funnier and also a perfectly crafted two season plus one XMAS special arc where the emotional highs and lows are do devastingly real and devestating that it cannot even be compared to questions of whether Pam's gonna suck Tim's dick in episode 345 or not.]

Who Gives A Shit: The Release Date

Maybe I shouldn't tell anybody about this since it is illegal, but I have I downloaded music from the internet...without paying for it.

I don't know if this as dangerous as it once (apparently) was, but my understanding is that everyone is doing it.

Hey, what can you do? It's the way the world works nowadays. This doesn't make it right, but there is a certain shared notion - one that grows every day - that stealing music is acceptable. Maybe not with everyone, but people certainly won't look at you like a criminal if they found this out.

I am a big music fan. I love discovering new music, whether old or brand new. The chance that I may listen to an album or a song that is truly great is in many ways an experience I live for. And, I have to say that while not every piece of music I get is life changing, I have discovered quite a lot of music that I now considered indispensable.

And you know what? If it weren't for the internet, I wouldn't be listening to at least half of the music I currently have. Let me say right now that while I do partake in downloading music from the internet, I purchase a lot of albums in stores and online - the actual physical albums, with a cover and a case and a disc and a little booklet. I'm not a collector or anything, but I enjoy buying and having CDs. I am proud of my collection, in that it is a physical representation of my musical tastes; a history of my musical life. I'm not looking to get rare shit and check out its value and boast that I have this Japanese import and that limited edition; I just enjoy holding something while I listen to the music, reading the liner notes, putting the disc in my CD player - you know, having an experience. And when I look at my shelf full of CDs...it's nice. I'm a music fan, and I like having my music there, on my shelf within arm's reach.

But I can't buy every damned record I want because I want to hear everything that piques my interest, even if only a little. If I had to buy everything I wouldn't have any money, and I'd be missing out on so much joy and pleasure.

That sounds selfish, and it is. There's no way of denying the fact that artists are losing money. If I get a couple of albums from a band off the internet and if I like them, I will oftentimes go and buy a CD of theirs, just so I can pay for some of it. Hey, maybe I'm just trying to ease my own guilt, but it's something. I'm trying. And again, I love opening up and new CD and physically having it.

This is what I won't do: download an album before it is released. I can't do it, for a few reasons.

First, the most simple reason: How do you know for sure you've got the finished product? It may not be complete. Odds are it is, but you never know. It's happened before. And, if you are listening to something that an artist never meant for you to hear, it's like you're going through their diary. If you wait until the release date or after it, at least what your getting is definitely (or much more likely) the finished product, the music as they intended it to be heard.

The second reason is respect for the artists, an extension of the aforementioned diary point. Hey, you may say, you little theif! You don't give a shit about the artist! If you said that to me, I cannot argue with you. How can I? But I do feel that an effort to wait to listen until the music has been officially released is worth something. I feel as if a lot of musicians are pissed that they're losing money - but I also feel that most artists nowadays know people will be stealing their music, have gotten used to this fact, and are trying to make money in other ways, like touring. My assumption, based off of my feelings as a musician and artist, is that yeah, having more money would be sweet, but this is my craft! It's not meant to be out at all yet!

Which brings me to my last point: Music is meant to be heard at a certain time and place. Obviously, if an album is relased in 1980, I can't hear it on its release date now. I'm not Doc Brown. But if you are looking forward to listening to music that will be relased in the not so distant future, don't you want to listen to it on or soon after the date the artist intedended for you to listen it? Albums are released at certain times because the music is meant to connect to the time of year; the season; close to an election, maybe; any number of reasons. Some albums are summer albums, man! What if you were able to get Sgt Pepper in April, when it was completed, two months before it was released on June 1, 1967? Sure, the music would still rock, and you would contexualize the album within your own personal frame of reference - but you wouldn't be listening to the album for the first time during the Summer of Love, man, the fucking start of it all! I know, I know: Who cares? Well, I do. I don't think it would be the same. You might say, maybe it would be better. And, maybe, you'd be right. But there's never a way of knowing and that's why I say: Stick to the release date because, believe it or not, some artists have intentions, and, rather than ratonalize and say that we make an experience of the album regardless of the actual release date, why not take it in after its actual release?

That's part of the problem with music today. People are hearing albums all over the place because they can get it months and months before it comes out. When Sgt. Pepper was released the entire world heard it at the same time! Think about that! That doesn't happen nowadays. There is no feeling that people are unwrapping this album just as you are - in fucking China! I think that's a shame.

Maybe I'm sentimental. Maybe it really doesn't matter. Maybe I shouldn't care. But I do. Truly. I will always wait until that release date, for music, movies, books, everything. Unless I have the blessing of the artist - Hey Dan, can you listen to this before we put it out? - unless they say that to me, personally, I won't do it. In a world where everything is free, I think the least we can do is respect the artistic decisions of artists, and, if the artist doesn't give a shit, take pleasure in waiting in anticipation for something and the ultimate reward of enjoying a piece of art with a large community. It's what's missing in music. The niche is nice, I love the niche-ization of the music industry because it opens up a lot of doors to artists, but damn it! I miss those good old days I never even experienced. There will never be another Summer of Love because everyone wants their Summer of Love whenever they want it, whenever is convenient and easiest, quickest.

So I steal music. But I try and have some respect for the artists. I hope one day I can afford to buy everything I want to hear and never download again. I think it may happen. But until that day, the least I can do is try and respect the artist and experience the album as they intended, at least the music part. When more people do this, music will once again be a communal experience - or, rather, a communal experience aside from the fact that everyone is stealing music without regard for the release date.

Wait until it comes out. It's worth it. You'll enjoy it that much more. Trust me.