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flying luttenbachers good!

sometime mid 90's.
i was living in rogers park in a shitty studio apartment.
i was at home drinking a bunch of beer.
i decided to go practice my bass clarinet.
the place where i could practice and not bug anybody was on the rocks by lake michigan in front of the graveyard between chicago and evanston (calvary cemetary?)
i smoked a fat ass joint on the way to go practice.
at the time i was really into ayler/'trane etc.
en route i walked by this club on Morse street (Morseland,The Tao?) i forget it's name.
from outside i could hear this giant whallup of free jazz noise.
i looked through the window and listened.
i am wasted and have no idea who they are.
i walk in very quickly and go up to the horn player open my horn case and ask if i can sit in.
the horn player says no.
so, i yell "fuck you my man" very loudly at him and walk out and proceed to my practice spot angry and baked and wailed the crap out of that bass clarinet.

turns out the horn player was ken vandermark and the band was the flying luttenbachers.

capnreverb wrote:sometime mid 90's.
i was living in rogers park in a shitty studio apartment.
i was at home drinking a bunch of beer.
i decided to go practice my bass clarinet.
the place where i could practice and not bug anybody was on the rocks by lake michigan in front of the graveyard between chicago and evanston (calvary cemetary?)
i smoked a fat ass joint on the way to go practice.
at the time i was really into ayler/'trane etc.
en route i walked by this club on Morse street (Morseland,The Tao?) i forget it's name.
from outside i could hear this giant whallup of free jazz noise.
i looked through the window and listened.
i am wasted and have no idea who they are.
i walk in very quickly and go up to the horn player open my horn case and ask if i can sit in.
the horn player says no.
so, i yell "fuck you my man" very loudly at him and walk out and proceed to my practice spot angry and baked and wailed the crap out of that bass clarinet.

turns out the horn player was ken vandermark and the band was the flying luttenbachers.

Sometimes it's good to have a point when you are telling a story, or at the very least make it interesting.
I dont give a fuck about this band, but I have to give your story a CRAP.

And since you are EA's toilet you would know a lot about crap.

susan wrote:And since you are EA's toilet you would know a lot about crap.

I thought we had settled our beef, Sooze.
Ok, I will sweeten the deal....a trip to Old Country Buffet beforehand, plus I will allow one picture to be taken of the actual act I described earlier so you will have proof to show your friends that it actually happened.
Deal?

just what everyone wants to see - a filthy shit stained toilet brush massaging my clit at an old country buffet. will you please vomit on me afterwords my lil' emo toilet bowl of alpha maleness?

susan wrote:just what everyone wants to see - a filthy shit stained toilet brush massaging my clit at an old country buffet. will you please vomit on me afterwords my lil' emo toilet bowl of alpha maleness?

I didn't say I would do the actual stimulation AT the old country buffet, that's kinda silly. That place is full of old people just waiting to call the cops...and can you imagine the shitstorm my publicist would have to navigate if I were arrested finger banging an overweight fan at a discount buffet? No, the manual stimulation of your jungle area will occur in the front seat of my 96 saturn. Bring whatever CD you want to listen to as it goes down.
Susan, you and I both know this is the best offer you are likely to get for a LONG time. Plus I'll have a funny story to tell on David Letterman one day.

Hey Marsupialized, i'm trying to get a handle on your purpose here. Why is it that every time I see your name posting about something you have to be negative or a jerk. I just don't get it. Is being unpleasent all the time a way that you feel better about yourslef? A while ago you posted some ugly comments about Rachael and I. What gives? Have we met? Why would you attack people personally you have never met in such a bogus way. It's one thing to crap/not crap my music or diss one of my opinions, but to call me and Rachael out is pretty petty and small of you. All bullshitting aside, what makes you so above everything. It seems pretty obvious that you enjoy being some anonymous jerk putting everything and everyone down. Who the fuck are you besides some typing troll with nothing nice to say about anything. I'm a real person that can be found, who can be held to his opinions. My music is out there for you or anybody to hear and like or not like. You can even call me sundays at the radio station. You on the other hand are this anonymous not very nice person who hides behind some male bravado and empty rudeness as a way of expressing who you really are. No one here likes you as can be seen by the comments that always follow one of your little man posts.
I know your rebuttle to this will be some put down or negative crap, because, from what I can tell thats all you have. It is people like you that make me not post on here very much anymore. You are like the person who was not invited to the party, shows up anyway, is rude to everybody, not gratefull for anything, makes a mess, steals shit, and won't leave when everyone else is.
To put it simply in a way that you should understand, you are not a good person.
Please fuck off and die asshole.

I don't know why, because I should like it very much based on any description of it, but I have always hated the Flying Luttenbachers, on every exposure. I have actually hated almost everything I've ever been exposed to that Weasel Walter has done.

There was this magazine, Lumpen, which embodied a kind of snotty "look at me!" prankless-pranksterism that I detested immediately. Almost every Weasel Walter enterprise has smacked of this Lumpen-ish self-obsession, this irritant-for-the-sake-of-irritation... I guess you'd have to know what I'm talking about to know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, crap.

capnreverb wrote:Hey Marsupialized, i'm trying to get a handle on your purpose here. Why is it that every time I see your name posting about something you have to be negative or a jerk. I just don't get it. Is being unpleasent all the time a way that you feel better about yourslef? A while ago you posted some ugly comments about Rachael and I. What gives? Have we met? Why would you attack people personally you have never met in such a bogus way. It's one thing to crap/not crap my music or diss one of my opinions, but to call me and Rachael out is pretty petty and small of you. All bullshitting aside, what makes you so above everything. It seems pretty obvious that you enjoy being some anonymous jerk putting everything and everyone down. Who the fuck are you besides some typing troll with nothing nice to say about anything. I'm a real person that can be found, who can be held to his opinions. My music is out there for you or anybody to hear and like or not like. You can even call me sundays at the radio station. You on the other hand are this anonymous not very nice person who hides behind some male bravado and empty rudeness as a way of expressing who you really are. No one here likes you as can be seen by the comments that always follow one of your little man posts.
I know your rebuttle to this will be some put down or negative crap, because, from what I can tell thats all you have. It is people like you that make me not post on here very much anymore. You are like the person who was not invited to the party, shows up anyway, is rude to everybody, not gratefull for anything, makes a mess, steals shit, and won't leave when everyone else is.
To put it simply in a way that you should understand, you are not a good person.
Please fuck off and die asshole.

blah fucking blah BLAH BLAH.
I was having kind of a shit day at work, then you drop this little bit on sunshine into my lap.
I called the girl who works with me over and we both read it and laughed and laughed and laughed. I read it out loud to her as if I was choking back tears. The voice she used to read it was that of a flaming 'frisco queen with an attitude, lots of head wagging and finger snapping. Both were equally fun.
If you could post this ugly comment I made about you and that....woman of yours that'd be great.
Anyhow, thank you for letting me know just how you feel about me and what I do. I will look it over and file it away in my office under 'shit I could not care less about'.