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07-29-15 Cecil the Lion
03-04-15 Thank you, Bibi! One less thing for Mikey and I to argue about!
07-03-14 We're back, but not quite
04-17-13 We're supposed to be dead
02-10-12 The real dirt on Obama
06-24-11 Why does it hurt when I email pictures of my Shmuck?
07-17-10 We WATCH FOX SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO
06-29-10 It's not a gaffe, assholes.
02-12-10 Joe's Nigerian Pen pal
02-11-10 A Prayer For Bill Clinton
01-31-10 Terrible Accident
01-29-10 New Blog
12-08-09 December 8 Blog
10-05-09 You Weren't There--The History of Chicago Punk 1977-1984
09-09-09 The Return of Grand Theft Radio to Live365.com
05-05-09 TEABAGGERS BEWARE: LEFTIST LIBERALS WITH FOUL MOUTHS...
02-11-09 Ice Cream flavors for Dubya
02-05-09 Lux Interior passed away.
02-04-09 Mikey Snot impersonations
12-10-08 Open Letter To The Baseball Hall of Fame
10-16-08 Yet Another Reprint
11-15-07 On Vacation in Little Egypt
10-07-07 Blog for the booing broken-hearted Cubs fans
08-04-07 Basement
08-03-07 washington post political compass
08-02-07 Nero, please...
07-23-07 Return of the Rude Truth
07-15-07 Buzz Fugazi at Lost Cross House, 1987
07-13-07 Buzz Fugazi is on vacation.
07-12-07 The Blog Remains The Same part 2
07-11-07 The Blog Remains The Same
06-15-07 Fred Thompson is running for President?
06-07-07 WGTR Buzz Fugazi You Tube
05-17-07 Mango Sex
04-16-07 Bar Mitzva Boy 30 Years Later
03-23-07 Clash of the photo opportunities
03-10-07 1976
03-08-07 Britney Spears Is A Punk Rocker
01-24-07 An Open Apology To The Groodies
12-18-06 We are on the road.
12-05-06 Dialectic with my readers.
11-29-06 An Open Letter from the President of Iran
10-31-06 Trick
or treat? Tangent Man is just saying...
10-30-06 We never were stay the course
10-11-06 Big Streaming Chunks Volume 1
09-13-06 The Unbearable Ambivalence I Feel
07-17-06 Panic In MySpace
06-29-06 The Pentagon Papers
06-15-06 Calling Truce With A Senator
06-14-06 Dear Cyber Pimp...
06-13-06 Professor
Chaos Apologizes To The Peace Rallies Before I Bust A Cap Into His Head
05-18-06 Ian Curtis R.I.P.
05-17-06 How
I Became The Guy Who Wants To Cut All The Trees Down
05-08-06 Chicago punk on MySpace
04-17-06 Professor
Chaos Hates Funeral Protesters From Westboro Baptist Church
04-11-06 Professor Chaos Hates The Peace Rallies
04-05-06 I'm 42, actually
03-25-06 Answer
the fucking question, Mr. President
03-06-06 First line is a default title for poems
02-28-06 Just
wondering:
02-22-06 Random Ambivalent Thoughts...
01-19-06 The New Test To Find Terrorists
12-31-05 Show 8
12-10-05 Jesus. I was there the day he died.
11-11-05 Left and Right Working Together
10-19-05 Not a messianic Jew
09-29-05 Copping a pose in the MSIG Army
09-23-05 Nightmare In Portage Park
08-09-05 Get Your War On by David Rees
07-27-05 MDC
coming in from myspace
07-19-05 Tangent
Man, Part 3
07-16-05 Cult of the Dork
07-13-05 Slow
Train To Blogtown
07-09-05 Big Shmooze
07-07-05 Putting Words In My Mouth
07-06-05 Too Legit To Quit
07-02-05 Ceasefire With GTR
07-01-05 Iraq Now!
06-30-05 Mid-life Crisis?
06-29-05 Tangent Man, Part 2
06-28-05 Tangent Man...
06-27-05 Underground Music Part 2
06-26-05 Satan?
06-25-05 Underground Music
06-24-05 MSIG
BASEMENT BLOG
06-23-05 Glad to be here in the matrix
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| NIGHTMARE IN PORTAGE PARK:
Behind-the-scenes in the MSIG Army studio... random observations about Mikey and the making of Over The Top... |
Friday, September 23, 2005, Buzz Fugazi
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18 hours in a computer lab and 30 hours without sleep isn't a sure-fire way to face the dawn with a big, happy smile, so I wasn't too disappointed with my blank expression at 6 AM. Fortunately I had Bill O'Reilly to add some zest to my day.
On the bus-stop with the morning Chicago Sun-Times on my way to the studio, I noticed O'Reilly was spreading another brilliantly distorted word virus to anyone still crazy enough to read him, an article promoting lame duck Dubya Bush over ex-President Clinton as champion of the poor. It made me eager to get behind the microphone and enjoy a festival of de-bunking Bully O'Leilly's brickheaded lies.
I arrived at the studio at 7 AM. Mikey looked like it had been him, not me, up all night. He looked like he just got back from time-traveling... after a sleepless week partying with Darby Crash or some such thing.
I had no cause for worry, yet. Mikey is always stressing on the roller coaster of running his business and parenting. Working at home with web and media development and a toddler is actually 2, if not 3, full-time jobs rolled together. Being a wreck doesn't stop him, or me, from volunteer service to the MSIG Army. I began multiple re-drafts of my new article, Post Traumatic Stress Writer, while Mikey made espresso. Firing up the espresso machine instead of a bong or turbo glue vaporizer is a promise of some level of productivity.
I advise young addicts to choose caffeine as their drug of obsession, but I must admit that caffeine addiction didn't help too much on this day. While I was in the writing zone, Mikey spent a couple of minutes to show the gas man the meter in the basement. In that flash of time, Little Snot used a chair to climb into the kitchen sink and turn on the water. That the drain was partially clogged was something of an unhappy coincidence.
Little Snot squealing happily in his self-made bath with water overflowing onto the kitchen floor was adorable and not in itself enough to sabotage the entire day. Mikey deciding come hell or high water to fix the drain did that.
12 hours later when Mikey and I finally started to record bits for Show #5, the drain still wasn't fixed. I wasn't exaggerating on the show when I mentioned Mikey ranting and raving all day. Multiple trips to the hardware store were followed by shrieks of "I can't believe this fucking part won't attach!" and then more shrieks and rants about every miserable thing that isn't right in his life: clients who defect to saner, less qualified vendors but then come crawling back to Mikey with huge projects on insanely tight deadlines... lying war-profiteering scumbags who were smuggled into power by hiding up Dubya's ass... something always happens whenever he steals a day to put a show together...
Sometime, between 1 and 2 PM, I passed out to the sound of Mikey yelling. If Groble, Taz, and one of the guitarists had showed up they could've recorded a Diet Christ re-union: "The Domestication of Mikey."
When I awoke, his wife Kelly was home and sanity somewhat restored. The sink remained clogged and full of water. Mikey had resorted to DRANO. It was the sort of thing a lesser man might've tried first before playing games with disassembly and trips to the hardware store.
We cooked up a couple of Jack's frozen pizzas, had a relaxing walk, then started recording. Mikey had a cold beer and found himself in a good mood, ready for punk rock and recreational Bush-bashing. Me? I was bent out of shape. Everything I planned for our best show ever became a half-baked swirl inside my head. Anytime I was in danger of becoming coherent, Mikey was Captain Chaos to the rescue.
At 1 AM, Mikey called it a night. I used energy from my 5 hour nap to pull another all-nighter to review several hours of small audio bits then toss most of them into the 4_future_shows file.
When I called Mikey the next day and asked him if the show was up on the website, he described the new chaos in his life. Same as the old chaos, a client he hadn't heard from in awhile called with a huge project that needed to be done within 48 hours. Little Snot discovered a new way to use his mechanical aptitude for creating massive destruction... apparently the clever toddler had an epiphany about using a lever and took great delight in making things go topsy-turvy. Show #5 might never emerge from the chaos.
There's a faint hope that Mikey works around the clock to finish his professional work for his clients and then, with the dark roasted magic of the espresso bean... after Little Snot goes sleepy-bye on the weekend... maybe... just maybe... there's a chance Show #5 will be ready for download or streaming.
It's a slim chance, but more of a chance than finding some of the music anywhere else. More of a chance than finding a lot of it for free. Listening makes you endure our non-sequitor, amateur critcism of the Smirk King. Sorry, folks, that's our payoff.
We're planning a more coherent platform with the fairly unbalanced Hound News Network. The next step is for Mr. Mikey Fix-It to finish his work on the MSIG Basement Studio. Expect that to be up and running in time for the next Republican Administration in 2028.
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