Re: Requiescat FM Steve
182i am shocked and appalled to have recently discovered from dozens of seperate substacks and subreddits that Steve Albini once wrote in graphic detail about his love for Complete
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
183Of all the Albini recorded/performed recordings that have been running through my head since yesterday the lyrics to this one have been really hitting hard:
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Old band: www.burnpermits.bandcamp.com
Older band: www.policeteeth.bandcamp.com
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
184This is a sad fuckin' post, we'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying.
Here are some tangentially related things, not in chronological order, which are all I can muster in the state I -- and a lt of you -- are in. This is a fraction of my experience.
Calling Steve on the phone, 31 or 32 years ago, asking if he had some time to talk to me for my college paper. He had the time. I met him in person a couple of months later.
Losing the worst job ever, feeling mighty low. Steve said someone else would hire me, and they'd be lucky to have me. He was right.
Dying of embarrassment every time I realized he witnessed some of my "musical" "explorations". This is why the song I wrote for the PRF challenge about him (the topic was something about celebrating him), called "Question for Steve" never got submitted. I had people call my answering machine and everything, but the execution was (I felt) sub par and I couldn't handle the idea of him listening to it. One of the lines was
"I don't know the difference between a Trident and a Neve / I wanna be an engineer / I've got a question for Steve!"
Randomly texting Steve my chip stacks at tournaments, along with photos of "interesting" people at the table, and proudly telling him things like "I am in a HORSE tournament and played four hands. AND TWO WERE OMAHA!" and getting responses like "No RAZZ? Diversify."
He organized a show that allowed me to see MX FUCKING 80, a band I was convinced I would never see, and nobody in my circle of friends knew about (certainly nobody in The Bronx did). I'll type that again:
MX
FUCKING
80
Discovering a whole swath of my poker friends also knew Steve and enjoying hearing how non-musical people loved him too. Getting them to tease him about Steely Dan.
Trying to find shirts with the most amount of wolves on them. I think the pinnacle was 13 but I can't remember.
Buying him a Steve Keene painting of Boz Scaggs' SILK DEGREES (because of that smokin' rendition he did of "Lido Shuffle") but never sending it to him -- it's still in my living room, packed in a record mailer, with a post-it on it that says MAIL TO STEVE.
Introducing the terms "Let's ____ your _____, cocksocket" and "Respect the nines" to my lexicon. I use them liberally.
Marveling at how "doing good" was just baked in, no big deal. Through actual charity work with Letters to Santa, or just by picking up the phone when people called. While this was a tenet of my personality before I met Steve, seeing him do it as a reflex made me resolve -- if I ever got into a position where i could do the same -- I would. And I do, now. I pick up the phone / answer the email.
Meeting all these incredible, creative, generous, kind, weird people who were in his orbit. Some of whom are my dearest friends to this day. Some of whom were much, much closer with the man than I was. All of them who are feeling some flavor of pain and loss right now.
I will miss our annual "I'm old / no, you're old / fuck, who thought we'd still be around" text in July, since our birthdays were within days of each other. I am sad he will not come to any of the poker tournaments my friends organize -- because he would have had a fucking blast. It wasn't for lack of trying; schedules just never worked out.
This is way too long. Please excuse my ramblings.
And it all started with a phone call three decades ago. What a gift.
Here are some tangentially related things, not in chronological order, which are all I can muster in the state I -- and a lt of you -- are in. This is a fraction of my experience.
Calling Steve on the phone, 31 or 32 years ago, asking if he had some time to talk to me for my college paper. He had the time. I met him in person a couple of months later.
Losing the worst job ever, feeling mighty low. Steve said someone else would hire me, and they'd be lucky to have me. He was right.
Dying of embarrassment every time I realized he witnessed some of my "musical" "explorations". This is why the song I wrote for the PRF challenge about him (the topic was something about celebrating him), called "Question for Steve" never got submitted. I had people call my answering machine and everything, but the execution was (I felt) sub par and I couldn't handle the idea of him listening to it. One of the lines was
"I don't know the difference between a Trident and a Neve / I wanna be an engineer / I've got a question for Steve!"
Randomly texting Steve my chip stacks at tournaments, along with photos of "interesting" people at the table, and proudly telling him things like "I am in a HORSE tournament and played four hands. AND TWO WERE OMAHA!" and getting responses like "No RAZZ? Diversify."
He organized a show that allowed me to see MX FUCKING 80, a band I was convinced I would never see, and nobody in my circle of friends knew about (certainly nobody in The Bronx did). I'll type that again:
MX
FUCKING
80
Discovering a whole swath of my poker friends also knew Steve and enjoying hearing how non-musical people loved him too. Getting them to tease him about Steely Dan.
Trying to find shirts with the most amount of wolves on them. I think the pinnacle was 13 but I can't remember.
Buying him a Steve Keene painting of Boz Scaggs' SILK DEGREES (because of that smokin' rendition he did of "Lido Shuffle") but never sending it to him -- it's still in my living room, packed in a record mailer, with a post-it on it that says MAIL TO STEVE.
Introducing the terms "Let's ____ your _____, cocksocket" and "Respect the nines" to my lexicon. I use them liberally.
Marveling at how "doing good" was just baked in, no big deal. Through actual charity work with Letters to Santa, or just by picking up the phone when people called. While this was a tenet of my personality before I met Steve, seeing him do it as a reflex made me resolve -- if I ever got into a position where i could do the same -- I would. And I do, now. I pick up the phone / answer the email.
Meeting all these incredible, creative, generous, kind, weird people who were in his orbit. Some of whom are my dearest friends to this day. Some of whom were much, much closer with the man than I was. All of them who are feeling some flavor of pain and loss right now.
I will miss our annual "I'm old / no, you're old / fuck, who thought we'd still be around" text in July, since our birthdays were within days of each other. I am sad he will not come to any of the poker tournaments my friends organize -- because he would have had a fucking blast. It wasn't for lack of trying; schedules just never worked out.
This is way too long. Please excuse my ramblings.
And it all started with a phone call three decades ago. What a gift.
Am I a real curator yet?
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
185Someone else mentioned this recently.
Posting it for reference. Not taking credit for it. (apologies if reference was very recent and obvious and am not giving due credit, am not sober at the moment)
Makes me laugh and cry.
Posting it for reference. Not taking credit for it. (apologies if reference was very recent and obvious and am not giving due credit, am not sober at the moment)
Makes me laugh and cry.
jason (he/him/his) from volo (illinois)
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
186Yeah, I saw this making the rounds. Unavoidable, I guess, when people are still worried that MCA was sexist.
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
187Let’s make a deal. We send each other chip stack updates no matter how inconsequential. I’ve lost the only person who never had to pretend to understand or care.Jodi_Ess wrote: Thu May 09, 2024 6:16 pm This is a sad fuckin' post, we'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying.
Here are some tangentially related things, not in chronological order, which are all I can muster in the state I -- and a lt of you -- are in. This is a fraction of my experience.
Calling Steve on the phone, 31 or 32 years ago, asking if he had some time to talk to me for my college paper. He had the time. I met him in person a couple of months later.
Losing the worst job ever, feeling mighty low. Steve said someone else would hire me, and they'd be lucky to have me. He was right.
Dying of embarrassment every time I realized he witnessed some of my "musical" "explorations". This is why the song I wrote for the PRF challenge about him (the topic was something about celebrating him), called "Question for Steve" never got submitted. I had people call my answering machine and everything, but the execution was (I felt) sub par and I couldn't handle the idea of him listening to it. One of the lines was
"I don't know the difference between a Trident and a Neve / I wanna be an engineer / I've got a question for Steve!"
Randomly texting Steve my chip stacks at tournaments, along with photos of "interesting" people at the table, and proudly telling him things like "I am in a HORSE tournament and played four hands. AND TWO WERE OMAHA!" and getting responses like "No RAZZ? Diversify."
He organized a show that allowed me to see MX FUCKING 80, a band I was convinced I would never see, and nobody in my circle of friends knew about (certainly nobody in The Bronx did). I'll type that again:
MX
FUCKING
80
Discovering a whole swath of my poker friends also knew Steve and enjoying hearing how non-musical people loved him too. Getting them to tease him about Steely Dan.
Trying to find shirts with the most amount of wolves on them. I think the pinnacle was 13 but I can't remember.
Buying him a Steve Keene painting of Boz Scaggs' SILK DEGREES (because of that smokin' rendition he did of "Lido Shuffle") but never sending it to him -- it's still in my living room, packed in a record mailer, with a post-it on it that says MAIL TO STEVE.
Introducing the terms "Let's ____ your _____, cocksocket" and "Respect the nines" to my lexicon. I use them liberally.
Marveling at how "doing good" was just baked in, no big deal. Through actual charity work with Letters to Santa, or just by picking up the phone when people called. While this was a tenet of my personality before I met Steve, seeing him do it as a reflex made me resolve -- if I ever got into a position where i could do the same -- I would. And I do, now. I pick up the phone / answer the email.
Meeting all these incredible, creative, generous, kind, weird people who were in his orbit. Some of whom are my dearest friends to this day. Some of whom were much, much closer with the man than I was. All of them who are feeling some flavor of pain and loss right now.
I will miss our annual "I'm old / no, you're old / fuck, who thought we'd still be around" text in July, since our birthdays were within days of each other. I am sad he will not come to any of the poker tournaments my friends organize -- because he would have had a fucking blast. It wasn't for lack of trying; schedules just never worked out.
This is way too long. Please excuse my ramblings.
And it all started with a phone call three decades ago. What a gift.
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
188Listening to Tiny, King Of the Jews at very high decibel levels.
"On the wall there's another earth"
"On the wall there's another earth"
"There's a felling I get when I look to the west"
"When the meaningful words. When they cease to function. When there's nothing to say."
"When the meaningful words. When they cease to function. When there's nothing to say."
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
189It's pissing me off. Many reddit subreddits are full of scathing shit, over a couple 40+ year old provocateur-ish things he created/wrote. Does anyone remember the Big Black "Headache" Limited Edition "Body Bag" EP? He was all of 25 years old, and "shock value" was a thing. Back then, it was seen as subversive. Steve was all about pushing boundaries and exposing the horrors of humanity back then. So much is judged without taking historical context into consideration... He apologized for all that "edgelord" stuff, grew and regretted that stuff. Yet, without even knowing the man, and with limited context, some attempt to label him as something anyone who knew him would know is SIMPLY NOT TRUE. He did make some errors in judgment back then, but corrected and renounced those missteps.zorg wrote: Thu May 09, 2024 8:28 pmYeah, I saw this making the rounds. Unavoidable, I guess, when people are still worried that MCA was sexist.
I remember when he started Rapeman. As a woman, back then, I thought it was a terrible band name that made me very uncomfortable, even with his explanation that it was from a Japanese Comic Book with misogynist themes.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapeman
Band name not withstanding, they made good music. I saw them play, enjoyed the shows, and tsk-tsk'ed the bands name. But I was glad when he moved on to Shellac... I would hate to be judged for some of my worst moments, given the better entirety of my whole life.
Re: Requiescat FM Steve
190I"m wearing my shirt from the box set as we speak. Big black showed a mirror to the face of humanity. Under the right circumstances anyone could do anything awful. I feel happy that I got to get a tour of his studio by him in 2008. We couldn't go downstairs though, Greg was working on stuff.catwoman wrote: Fri May 10, 2024 12:04 amIt's pissing me off. Many reddit subreddits are full of scathing shit, over a couple 40+ year old provocateur-ish things he created/wrote. Does anyone remember the Big Black "Headache" Limited Edition "Body Bag" EP? He was all of 25 years old, and "shock value" was a thing. Back then, it was seen as subversive. Steve was all about pushing boundaries and exposing the horrors of humanity back then. So much is judged without taking historical context into consideration... He apologized for all that "edgelord" stuff, grew and regretted that stuff. Yet, without even knowing the man, and with limited context, some attempt to label him as something anyone who knew him would know is SIMPLY NOT TRUE. He did make some errors in judgment back then, but corrected and renounced those missteps.zorg wrote: Thu May 09, 2024 8:28 pmYeah, I saw this making the rounds. Unavoidable, I guess, when people are still worried that MCA was sexist.
I remember when he started Rapeman. As a woman, back then, I thought it was a terrible band name that made me very uncomfortable, even with his explanation that it was from a Japanese Comic Book with misogynist themes.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapeman
Band name not withstanding, they made good music. I saw them play, enjoyed the shows, and tsk-tsk'ed the bands name. But I was glad when he moved on to Shellac... I would hate to be judged for some of my worst moments, given the better entirety of my whole life.
"There's a felling I get when I look to the west"
"When the meaningful words. When they cease to function. When there's nothing to say."
"When the meaningful words. When they cease to function. When there's nothing to say."