Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Too Tired to Blog

ZZZ... ZZZ... huh!?! Wha!?! Oh, it's you... so sleepy, read this excellent article about Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry by Marty Noble. S'good.

It wasn't a new phenomenon that developed during Spring Training of 1984. The New York baseball audience had witnessed -- and been amused by -- a similar scenario that had played out three years earlier when Tim Leary was the talk of the Mets camp and the most impressive young pitcher in Florida. The Yankees suddenly discovered Gene Nelson to counterbalance Leary. The Mets would-be phenom turned 21 in March, 1981. Well, Nelson was merely 20 when, under orders from The Boss, the Yankees anointed him. That would show 'em.

And their manipulating did succeed, to a degree, even though Nelson made only a modest splash in 1981. Leary's shoulder betrayed him, and he left only shallow footprints before the Mets traded him four years later.

Delighted with that calculated response to the threat of the Mets, the Yankees implemented identical strategy in the spring of 1984, pulling Jose Rijo out of their navy blue caps after another Mets phenom had earned some heavy type on the back pages of the big city. Rijo was a talent, more legit than Nelson, as he proved in subsequent seasons with the Reds and A's. But he was no match for what the Mets would spring on the city and unsuspecting National League hitters in April. The Yankees had no counterbalance for Dwight Gooden.

They quickly learned they couldn't combat all he was -- young, innocent and immensely talented -- any more than the hitters could combat all he was on the mound -- dazzling and dominant ... deadly -- a 3-D pitcher if there ever was one.

George Steinbrenner always had an unnatural fear of the Mets. But even when Darryl Strawberry and Keith Hernandez came to Queens in 1983, the Yankees owner had no rational reason for his phobia. Gooden changed that, beginning in '84. His emergence energized the Mets and prompted the market to focus on Shea Stadium. The Mets mattered again. The Boss squirmed. And by the middle of the following season, Yankee Stadium stood in the shadow of Shea, a rare occurrence.

Steinbrenner knew he couldn't compete, couldn't buy what the Mets had developed. And developing it would require time and provide no guarantee, even if he had the raw materials at his disposal. Moreover, Strawberrys don't grow on trees.

The Yankees hardly disappeared, but the city embraced The New Kids on the Block. While Hernandez may have been the force that galvanized the Mets in the mid-80s, Gooden and Strawberry were the muscle in the takeover. Their power, their youth and that they were bred and not imported by the Mets, underscored the appeal that their many skills fostered.
No aspects of baseball have greater appeal than strikeouts by the dozen and long home runs. And Gooden and Strawberry respectively provided both.

Doctor K did for his letter what Bo Derek had done for No. 10. And Strawberry, while he didn't fulfill the 50-50 prophecy of then-general manager Joe McIlvaine, hit more home runs than any other Met. Their power pitching and power hitting, and the team's overall success, made the Mets the more dynamic team in town, even though the Yankees had Don Mattingly, Rickey Henderson and Dave Winfield in their daily lineup.

Steinbrenner's fears, seemingly misguided in March 1984, were realized by the summer of '85, when Gooden was in the midst of a season for the ages and Strawberry was courting a 30-30 season. The market became mostly the Mets domain, as it had been in 1969 and into the early Seventies, and as it might be before the bats and balls are put away this year. Shea became the place to be and be seen.

Those Mets teams had so many compelling attributes, so many textures -- the grit of the Partners in Grime, Lenny Dykstra and Wally Backman; the wholesomeness of Gary Carter and Mookie Wilson; Hernandez's sex appeal, on-field intensity and sage presence; Ron Darling's Ivy League image; Kevin Mitchell's cultivated thug image, and the intelligence of manager Davey Johnson.

All of that, though, was subordinate to what Doc and Darryl provided. New York is obsessed with the superlative -- good or bad -- tallest, swiftest, loudest, meanest, biggest, baddest, craziest. The city enjoyed the '62 Mets because they were the worst. Gooden and Strawberry played to that fetish.

The Doctor was the fastest and the youngest in 1984, when he was the National League Rookie of the Year. The following year, he was merely the best, winner of the pitcher's triple crown (24 victories, 268 strikeouts and a 1.53 ERA) and -- unanimously -- the National League Cy Young Award.

"The whole league wants to kick his butt," Cubs catcher Jody Davis said. "And we can't touch him."

For a brief period -- mid-summer '84 through the first week of the '86 season, a Gooden start at Shea on a Friday night was an event like no other. Beatles-esque, the differences being the average age, prevailing gender and octave range of the screaming patrons. The K Corner began on a Friday night at Shea. It is one of the Mets' lasting influences in the game.

Gooden's time at the top was that brief period. He was a shooting star. Its brevity troubled him, left him unfulfilled. As early as Spring Training 1988, when his 73-26 big league record still glittered, he confessed, "I miss being great."

Some surmised he eventually turned to cocaine to fill the void. But MLB surveillance determined he was using before May 1986.

Strawberry, Rookie of the Year in '83, didn't peak until 1987, his 30-30 year, and 1988. But even as a rookie, his home runs reached areas of and outside Shea that no other Mets home runs had. The scoreboard in right-center field flinched each time he swung. And though he wasn't widely regarded as a clutch performer, he hit two home runs against the Astros in the 1986 NLCS that saved the Mets. Though they constitute his finest hours with the Mets, and they happened in media the capital of the world, they have gone virtually unnoticed by game's historians. The Mets never would have won Games 3 and 5 if they hadn't first avoided losing them.

Strawberry's three-run home run in the sixth inning of Game 3, eclipsed by Dykstra's final-pitch home run, tied the score and awakened Shea. And it came against a left-handed pitcher.
More remarkable was the searing line drive he pulled barely fair and barely over the fence in the fifth inning of Game 5. Nolan Ryan had retired the first 13 Mets batters when Strawberry struck, crushing a fastball almost off his shoetops to tie the score. The Mets won in 10 innings.

"I've thrown that pitch, what, 2,000 times? I don't know," Ryan said that day. "No one's ever hit it that hard, that far in that direction. ... Today, his talent out-talented mine."

Dykstra put it more succintly. He called his running buddy "Strawesome."

And has Shea ever rocked as it did after Strawberry's home run provided the final run in Game 7 of the '86 World Series? That majestic home run traveled to Cooperstown and back before it landed. In those heady days, the Mets faithful were certain they'd travel to upstate New York some summer weekend before 2010 to witness the inductions of Doc and Darryl. But, of course, neither has been -- or will be -- enshrined.

Instead each has been imprisoned.

Their careers crashed as spectacularly as they had developed. Sports Illustrated identified them as "The Dead End Kids."

Gooden missed the parade that followed the '86 World Series, feeding speculation that had begun in May that he was troubled. And before he would pitch again, he would spend time in rehab for cocaine use.

Alcohol was Strawberry's drug at first. Teammates wondered if it was his back -- as he said it was -- or the bottle that prevented him from playing down the stretch in 1990, when the Mets' seven-season sequence of success was coming to an inglorious end. Strawberry was gone to the Dodgers before he played another game.

Shea always seemed to pardon Gooden. It didn't even hold him responsible for the 1988 playoff collapse against the Dodgers. He didn't lose the game in Game 4, he just lost the series when he surrendered a tying home run to Mike Scioscia in the ninth inning.

After he was suspended for cocaine use in 1994, Shea never saw Gooden again until 2000, when he beat the Mets while in the uniform of the Yankees.

The ballpark always treated Strawberry more harshly than it did Gooden. He never gave the ballpark a grand season comparable to what Gooden presented in 1985. No matter what Strawberry did, it left the ballpark dissatisfied, frustrated.

The most skilled position players don't dominate the generic game as the best pitchers do. Unfair as it was, Strawberry was asked to.

"They expected something from me every day," he said in May. "The game doesn't let you do that."

So he was seen as a flawed player, one who might miss the cutoff and strike out twice before hitting a three-run home run. His monogram is DES, for Darryl Eugene Strawberry. Shea sometimes wondered if the letters stood for double-edged sword. It cut him no slack until after he retired.

Now, back in the employ of the club that drafted him in 1980, he is warmly received, even beloved. Shea is satisfied he gave what he could. It has forgiven him for not achieving a 50-50 season and embraces him now as it did when he was a rookie, full of promise and already dealing with unrealistic expectations.

Strawberry has had his demons and his health issues. And he made significant contributions to the Yankees' World Series championship teams of 1996 and 1998. Shea has forgiven those crosstown indiscretions as well.

The ballpark probably would forgive Gooden too -- for his no-hitter, thrown in the Bronx, and other missteps that have tarnished his image and jeopardized his well-being. Shea is in a forgiving mood these days, witness the MVP chants for Carlos Delgado.

Gooden has been invited to celebrate Shea's final days, a final house call for the Doctor, you might say. The club isn't counting on his attendance or announcing when he might show up on the final weekend.

If Gooden shows, it should be on the Friday night.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Joebama! '08

My kid brother, the very talented Paddy Robinson, has dedicated his uncanny design skills to the political arena for a new piece entitled "Joebama '08", in the medium of t-shirt. Show your support for the good guys and do it in neo-modernist style!






















Want one? Sure you do. Hit me up at rdan.robinson@gmail.com for a price or to put in a pre-order on the first edition run. Check out all of Paddy's work at http://www.robinsonimaging.com/. Design copyright Robinson Imaging 2008.

The Fourth (Blog) Wall

Until this summer, I had always assumed that blogging was, you know, queer. But a couple months ago my technologically savvy (to say the least) dad sat me down and forced me to start this jive up. It was literally hours before I embraced the instant publication philosophy.

Brendan "Huffer" Huffman had his for a good-long while before I recently appreciated what a great way it is to get a bit of Brendan goodness on a semi-daily basis. Trust me, he is funny. Toddy's daily one panel comic is the best way to start a day and, like Huffer, has a knack for getting across his personality really succinctly. It's serialization also includes my all-time favorite Todd drawing, which is Todd as a monkey. It is enthralling. Billy Frolic is one of the most informational, educational, and entertaining dudes there is, and if my computer could handle all the mega-code his blog employs, I could read it more fluidly! My brother Paddy chronicled, stylishly, his cross country trip from Delaware to San Diego and back again. And of course, the great Bobby Campbell gives us a window into his (in my oppinion) hilarious and brilliant mind. All these are listed in the "Some Dudes I Know" section to your right.

I wish all my friends did this. Dudes like mc Ben, Murph, James, Grant, Alex, the Rad One, and you! New to the list, you'll notice, is the all-new, all-now blog of the one and only Timmy "Main Man" Toner. I did to him what my dad did to me and started him on the road to... uh, typing, I guess. That's right, the anticipation nears a close as one of the most pondered intellects in Wilmington finally gives us what we want. It is, I garauntee you, the single most significant item to hit the blogosphere, ever. The conservatively titled http://www.pleaseletmerunyourbaseballteam.blogspot.com/, read it now, read it always, your brain will thank you.

The Cola Freaks!! Punk Show in Wilmington

The Cola Freaks (Denmark's finest, and as mentioned on the cover of this month's Maximumrocknroll), The Headies, Count von Count, Sexon Horses, and Tragic Johnson, Monday October 6th, at the Bike Spot, 1908 N. Market Street in Wilmington. Doors at 6 pm, music at 7 pm. Free and All Ages. Flyer by Todd Purse.

Timmy "Main Man" Toner - A Photo Retrospective

Timmy Tomer, as if you didn't know, is the greatest musician since Jerome Green and the best pen since Al Jaffee, because he says so god-dammit! Ladies man, beer bonger, and my favorite center of attention, I believe that these photos tell the story better than I ever could.



















Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Jamesage Odyssey, Prelude

Today we bid "see ya later" to one of the biggest, best, and brightest Wilmington has to offer. My man James Yetter aka Jamesage aka Saint James is in the medical profession, a RN to be exact, and a travelling nurse to be exacter. Originally slated to heal folks out in sunny San Diego, James is going where he is needed and on his way down to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

I first met James at the punk shows prevalent in Wilmington in the 1990's. He was friends with Billy Fetters, Frank Pater and Zogby, collectively known as the Corporate Music Bastards. CMB did one legendary seven inch entitled "We Just Do It For the Money" that they released themselves and the Huffer and I were lucky enough to sing back-up on, along with James. We started chillin' at the Ranch House on Concord Pike, as was fashionable at the time, as well as the tracks behind St. Edmond's, and soon became fast friends.

It really blossomed when James lived in the neighboring dorm to me and Huffer in 1999. James' room at the Christiana Towers saw some of the grandest debauchery in University of Delaware history, including the frequently nude "Main Man" Timmy Toner (photo omitted) and a couch that tried to eat me one night. In this room I learned the subtleties of Tekken 3, like how you can beat Zack one time, but one time only, and the infinite wonders of Chex Mix.

A couple years later I decided that I wasn't gonna drink alcohol no mo, and in one of the coolest, solidest, most dudely actions one has ever taken on my behalf, Jamesage abstained in sympathy with me for a whole year, and manned the wheel when my car was wrecked, leading to some of the best good, clean fun I've ever had. For instance, last night we hit up Wilmington's Polish festival on the Riverfront with Murph, who is half Polish at 40%, and enjoyed mad of groove-tones from the Philly Horn Band and delicious placki (potato pancakes, add sour cream), paczki (donuts! - apricot filled), and golobki (stuffed cabbage). We was too full to ride the open-air gravitron.

James is really a generous friend who has a better time when you're having a good time, and never balked to spot me on beer or brisket. Whether I'm basking in the glow of the BBQ or an Eagles win, or the rare Smoking Popes number, I'll be thinking about ya, James. May the bayou enrich you as much as you will it. -Dan

Home Run Derby!! Mantle v. Mays!!

Hands down the best episode of the best baseball-themed game show with actual major leaguers, 1959's "Home Run Derby" starring Willie Mays vs. Mickey Mantle. They won actual checks based on who hit the most ($2000) and consecutive jacks hit. As host Mark Scott will gladly explain, the only rule that matters is that "It's a home run or nothing here on Home Run Derby." Far superior to today's multi-player All-Star affair. The entire series is now available on DVD.

Part 1


Part 2

Bummer, I can't find part 3! Let's buy the DVD, huh Karly!?!

A Message from the Soda Pop Board of America

For my start in politics (which I have been carefully planning) I have landed a covetted position on the Soda Pop Board of America, 1515 W. Hart Ave. Chicago, Illinois.

"For a better start in life start cola earlier! How soon is too soon? According to the SPBA, not soon enough. Laboratory tests over the last few years have proven that babies who start drinking soda during that early formative period have a much higher chance of gaining acceptance and "fitting in" during those awkward pre-teen and teen years. Do yourself a favor. Start them on a strict regimen of sodas and other sugary carbonated beverages right now, for a lifetime of garaunteed happiness."

Mom Mom Robinson and Senator Joe Biden

Last Sunday I was lucky enough to spend some time with my mom-mom Robinson in between cool-pool swimmin' and succulent ribs. She is a West Virgina gal who moved up to Delaware during WWII to find good work, and subsequently my grand-pop, Reese Carpenter Robinson. Originally Margaret Grey, she is one of a double digit siblings and the bearer of my proud Cherokee blood. I get a lot of enlightenment (and occasional accent) from her, and this Sunday was no exception.

She made her post-war living by making slip covers, elegant coverings to make your couch or what-not look nice for years to come! She told me a story about when she made slip covers for a young City Counselman named Joe Biden in 1972. She said he was absolutely a wonderful man and all three of his kids and first wife were so sweet and genuine. (It wouldn't be long until Biden would lose his wife and youngest child, his daughter in a car crash.) Mom-mom said that they were very poor and his couch was so rickety that she was taken aback. She asked him about material and design and what he would like his living room couch to look like, and Mr. Biden simply told her he wanted it to look like the couch in the oval office. I felt a bit faint as she went on to tell me that years later she attended a senior civics meeting that Senator Biden was speaking at, and upon his egress he saw my mom-mom and split with his group, making his way over to her. This is decades later, and Joe Biden recognized and made a point of greeting my grandmother and in fact telling her and all her friends about the couch she had made for him all those years ago, and how his son Beau had taken it to college with him.

This is just one of the reasons that we in Delaware are so proud of our Senator, and find him to be the crucial and exciting final piece of the Democratic ticket. He is the bricks in Wilmington's sidewalks, and proudly indicative of the people he represents. And that is why my Southern Baptist mom-mom is voting Democrat.

It's a Super-Man's World Lyric Sheet

"It's a Superman's World"
by Dan Robinson


Up, up, up... up, up and away now! x4

It's hard to smoke an eighth a day.
When you haven't got a penny to yer name.
I do it anyway.

Male child of the stars with the Marvel Monkey seed.
I'll give it to my girl if we decide to breed.
When I try and rub her back my palms open up and bleed.
Touchin' K circuits gonna gimmee what I need.

Up, up, up... up, up and away now! x4

I'm an alium from outer space.
Super-powered by Earth's sun's yellow rays.
It fuckin' feels great.

I spent most of last year playin' bass on Earth-2.
I see myself with short hair, my continuity is screwed.
I don't wanna be Bizarro, me am self-overcome dude.
Don't come into my pad if yer Kryptonite is blue.

Up, up, up... up, up and away now! x4

If I'm just a drawing on a page,
Then how come I feel so much pain?
It'll go away.

I like myself and I like my mom and dad.
I like Saturn Girl and I like Lightning Lad.
I alone decide what is good and what is bad.
It's a Superman's world and the rest are fuckin' fads.

Up, up, up... up, up, up and away!

"That's All I Need"
by Todd Purse

Hangin' out on a Friday night.
I play my guitar and I'm feelin' alright.
I don't wanna go out tonight,
Cause I got my baby by my side.

And that's all I need:
A little bit of you and a lot of weed.
That's all I need! x 2

I'm on the corner again.
It's almost half past ten.
My dude will be here soon.
Then we'll go back to my room.

And that's all I need:
A little bit of you and a lot of weed.
That's all I need! x 2

When I'm in my room,
And I'm thinkin' 'bout you.
And when I'm all alone,
You know what I wanna do... c'mon now!

Third verse same as the first!

Hangin' out on a Friday night.
I play my guitar and I'm feelin' alright.
I don't wanna go out tonight,
Cause I got my baby by my side.

And that's all I need:
A little bit of you and a lot of weed.
That's all I need! x 2

"Do the Gremlin"
by Dan Robinson

All us little gremlins at the shorty blast.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
Drinkin' down baby sham from a dirty glass.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
No health insurance but our cuts heal fast.

All us dirty gremlins at the honey hive.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
I stand up tall cause I got gremlin pride.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
I wear dark glasses cause bright lights hurt my eyes.

All us junky gremlins at the AA meet.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
I wear a leather jacket and candy's all I eat.
(Do the Gremlin! Oh, Do the Gremlin!)
Fuck you I got dancin' gremlin feet!

"Lipstick Lunatic"
by Todd Purse

When yer out on the street,
Everbody wants to be with you.
When yer hangin' at the show,
All the boys wanna know about you.

Lipstick lunatic, she's all dolled up.
Lipstick lunatic, she's just don't give a fuck.
She's so fine, all the time.
But boy watch yer back,
Cause you never know when she's gonna attack.
Look out!

Young girl filled with rage,
that kinda love should be locked in a cage.
And she don't care about you.
Never stoppin', never slow down,
She's out on the town.
And she don't give a fuck about you.

Lipstick lunatic, she's all dolled up.
Lipstick lunatic, she's all that I want.
She's so rad, and she treats me bad.
But she's the best little girl that I've ever had.
Alright now!

"Not a Heartbreaker No Mo"
by Dan Robinson and Todd Purse

Johnny Thunders, what'd you do,
When life's problems got to you?
I take the drugs and I drink the booze,
But I guess I just ain't born to lose.

Cause I don't wanna be a heartbreaker no more.
So come on baby please, and get with me on the floor.
Come on pretty baby. Come on baby doll.
Let's get together... be the best that they ever saw.

I'm not a heartbreaker no mo, oh oh!
No I'm not a heartbreaker no mo.

I wipe the glitter out of my eyes.
Lettin' all them little girles cry.
Askin' themselves, "Why, oh why?"
But ya gotta have thighs to be a girlfriend of mine.

And I don't wanna be a heartbreaker no more.
So come on baby please, let it be me you adore.
Come on pretty baby. Come on baby doll.
Let's get together... be the best that they ever saw.

I'm not a heartbreaker no mo, oh oh!
No I'm not a heartbreaker no mo.

"Sugar Snack Shuffle"

by Todd Purse

If yer tryin' to forget tonight,
Grab a donut and take a bite.
All the kids are startin' to get down.
Eatin' that sweet sugar by the pound.

Now everybody knows that:
All the kids are doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle.
Havin' fun but don't mind startin' trouble.
It don't suck like disco and the Hustle.
Everbody's doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle!

If yer baby ain't treatin' been you right.
Runnin' round and stayin' out all night.
Grab a milkshake, c'mon chug it down.
Sugar's gonna wipe away that frown. (Yeah it is!)

Now everybody knows that:
All the kids are doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle.
Havin' fun but don't mind startin' trouble.
It don't suck like disco and the Hustle.
Everbody's doin' the Sugar Snack Shuffle!

All songs copyright Dan Robinson and Todd Purse 2008 and published by Danthology Music. Word.

Headies News!

Good news everybody! The two most recent Madison Underground Recordings releases (The Headies - "It's A Super-Man's World" and Tit Patrol - "Shut Up Juice") are within five units of a dual sell-outs! That's right, pop-punk is NOT dead. Anyway, both bands have upcoming releases, the Headies have their debut full-length recorded and mixed by West Chester's favorite son Mike Bardzik, and it is currently being put together and pressed, due out this winter entitled "Sugar and Spice (And Everything's Fucked)". Tit Patrol is of course going up to New Hampshire to record with Joe Queer from November 28 - December 2 to work on their upcoming second full-length, tentatively titled "Tit Patrol's Still Cookin'". We are unsure whether to spend hard earned bucks to reprint the older releases, or just let them marinate in digital download form for awhile and let eBay have it's way. Irregardless! I'm gonna burn a post in honor of the non-existent lyric sheet from "It's a Super-Man's World." We've gotten a lot of demands for it, so hopefully anyone who cares will check this out... (see above!) Thanks to my constant cohorts Toddy, Frolic, Huffer and ESPECIALLY the Main Man Timmy Toner for being in more than one band with me! And by the way, all songs copyright Dan Robinson and Todd Purse, published by Danthology Music!

Dan Robinson Discography

Here's a bit of shameless self-promotion for y'all! (With more to follow!) I've been a full-time punk rocker since 1994 with a bit of a paper trail. I'd like to put that on display, and even more importantly remind you that every record I played on (and one I didn't) is available for purchase from the wonderful folks at www.madisonundergroundpress.com/MADISON_STORE.html, as well as all our mind-bending comic work. Great deals on digital downloads, but real collectors need the hard copy.
Ninja Attak - "My First Time" 7 song, 7" Vinyl.
Dan Robinson - vocals and guitar,
Brendan Huffman - bass and vocals,
Mike Cruz - drums.
Backing Vocals by Bill Kate.
Recorded at Faulk Road Studios in Wilmington, DE by Ken Herblin, 1996. Released on Trickshot Records #002, 1996. Cover art by Mike Cruz.

Ninja Attak - "Split w/ The Crash" 2 song, 7" Vinyl.
Dan Robinson - vocals and guitar,
Brendan Huffman - bass and vocals,
Mike Cruz - drums.
Recorded at Faulk Road Studios in Wilmington, DE by Ken Herblin, 1997. Released on Suburban Legend Records #001, 1997. Cover art by Mike Cruz.

Ninja Attak - "This is My Summer" Compilation CD.
Dan Robinson - vocals and guitar,
Brendan Huffman - bass and vocals,
Tommy Ewing - drums.
Recorded in Tommy von Count's Kitchen in Marcus Hook, PA by Bill Kate, 1998. Released on Suburban Legend Records #003, 1998. Cover art by Dan Robinson.


Science For Kids - "Inches From Destiny" 16 song CD.
Billy Frolic - vocals and guitar,
Sandro Braidotti - vocals and bass,
Timmy Toner - drums,
Dan Robinson - lead guitar and vocals. Recorded in Timmy "Ham Juice" Toner's basement in New Castle, DE and Billy Frolic's Living Room in Glen Mills, PA by Bill Kate, 1998. Released on Suburban Legend Records #004, 1998. Cover art by Timmy Toner.

Power of IV - "Walking Distance" 10 song, 12" Vinyl. Dan Robinson - vocals and guitar,
Brendan Huffman - guitar and vocals,
Sean Rule - drums and vocals,
Dan Stampone - bass. Recorded at the Creep House in Downingtown, PA by Arik Victor and Mike Bardzik, 1999. Released on Suburban Legend Records #005, 1999. Cover art by Bobby Campbell.


Power of IV - "A Slight Rebellion Off Madison" 14 song CD.
Dan Robinson - vocals and guitar,
Brendan Huffman - guitar and vocals,
Sean Rule - drums and vocals,
Dan Lyons - bass. Recorded at Clay Creek Studios in Newark, DE by Nick Rotundo, 2001. Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side. Released on Madison Underground Recordings #006, 2008. Cover art by Bobby Campbell.

Endless Mike Jambox - "Another Hot Freshy-Freshy" 14 song CD.
Dan Robinson - vocals,
Billy Frolic - rhythm guitar and vocals,
mc Ben - lead guitar,
Paddy Robinson - bass,
Matty Volk - drums. Recorded at Clay Creek Studios in Newark, DE by Nick Rotundo, 2003. Mastered by Kim Dumas at West West Side. Released on Madison Underground Recordings #001, 2006. Cover art by Alex Rosenfield.

Tit Patrol - "Robot Pope" 10 song, 7" Vinyl.
Todd Purse - rhythm guitar,
Grant Robinson - lead vocals,
Mikey Radka - lead guitar and vocals,
Dan Robinson - bass and vocals,
Timmy Toner - drums. Recorded at Electric Pfizerland Studios in Newark, DE by John Paul Pfizer, 2006. Released on Madison Underground Recordings #002, 2006. Cover art by Alex Rosenfield and Todd Purse.
Tit Patrol - "Split w/ Count von Count" 4 song, 7" Vinyl.
Todd Purse - rhythm guitar,
Grant Robinson - lead vocals,
Mikey Radka - lead guitar and vocals,
Dan Robinson - bass and vocals,
Timmy Toner - drums. Recorded at Electric Pfizerland Studios in Newark, DE by John Paul Pfizer, 2006. Released on Madison Underground Recordings #003, 2007. Cover art by Alex Rosenfield and Todd Purse.


Tit Patrol - "Shut Up Juice" 12 song CD.
Todd Purse - rhythm guitar,
Grant Robinson - lead vocals,
Mikey Radka - lead guitar and vocals,
Dan Robinson - bass and vocals,
Timmy Toner - drums. Recorded at Second Story Studios in West Chester, PA by Mike Bardzik, 2007. Released on Madison Underground Recordings #004, 2007. Cover photo by Betty Frolic, Layout by Todd Purse.

The Headies - "It's a Super-Man's World" 8 song CD.
Dan Robinson - vocals and guitar,
Todd Purse - drums,
Billy Frolic - bass and vocals. Recorded at Second Story Studios in West Chester, PA by Mike Bardzik, 2007. Released on Madison Underground Recordings #005, 2008. Cover art by Bobby Campbell.

And in post production, slotted for a winter '09 release:

The Headies - "Sugar and Spice (and Everything's Fucked)" 14 song CD. Recorded at Second Story Sound in West Chester, PA by Mike Bardzik, 2008. To be released on Madison Underground Recordings #008, 2009.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

John McCain as "IT"

Have you heard about this Jill Greenberg thing. She is a photographer who specializes in computer altered images and funky lighting to achieve her desired effect. She has shot lots and lots of celebs and icons and the like. She was recently hired by Atlantic magazine to do a John McCain photo shoot, but unbeknownst to them, she doesn't exactly like the Senator from Arizona. She shot McCain in very unflattering light and, though she claims the photoshopping was minimal, she encouraged the decrepicy. That's actually putting it lightly... in the less doctored photos, McCain looks freakin' horrible, like death warmed over but worse, all neck flab and chapped lips, evil and shadowed, standing over a strobe light. And in one particular shot, she gave him a blood-rimmed mouth with random spiked teeth, like Pennywise. The worse part is she is out there bragging about it without context, claiming to have duped McCain. Atlantic will not use them, obviously, and she may face legal action, so they're only available on Greenberg's site. She probably screwed her career a bit, but artistically, I deem this project a success. Anyway, they are genuinely disturbing shots which may give one nightmares, if they were so inclined. I like pretty things, so I wouldn't post 'em here anyway, and also it's a flash player which I can't rip from, but if you wanna real horror show, check out http://www.manipulator.com/

Monday, September 15, 2008

Jake and the Stiffs at Mojo 13

Jake and the Stiffs have always been aglow with Wilmington pride. During the glory days of the mid 1990's, they took a little ribbing, not usually to their faces, from the more snooty and perhaps overall more successful West Chester located bands. Though their outstanding "Love Bomb" graced the best Creep Records compilation "Dad I Can't Breathe" (available on 12" pink vinyl with sides A and B switched), they were subject to weird condescention. Not from me of course. I think people dissed them because of their refusal to do anything hard-core (they are STRICT power-pop style punk rock), towards which the winds of change were blowing, and they were like five years older than the rest of the scene (and I was five years younger). What that means really, is that they were before the rest. In my objective eyes, that wasn't enough to be, shall we say "better" than Plow United (who I never heard dissin' the Stiffs - it was more Arik Creep, Tom Martin, and non-band affiliated West Chester scenesters) at the time. But here's the thing... last night on September 12, 2008, Jake and the Stiffs took the stage at Mojo 13. It was a show to celebrate the release of the Stiffs' iconic bassist, Vince Algy Belial Suicide, from the slammer. The boys took the stage unashamed and unworried about reputation, as they always have, something we could not say about Plow even if they decided to play, which they will never do. What's more the Stiffs did not miss a beat, rocking through everybody's favorite numbers to the delight of punks, skinheads, and underage high school girls. The Stiffs have had a million line-ups, even including the great Wild Bill Kate on rhythm guitar at one point, but the heart is Vince on bass and Randy America on lead guitar and vocals. They played with my old band Ninja Attak when the horrible canadian perverted pop-punk (not sexually perverted, perverted what I like about pop-punk) band Gob came through town, and they played with Tit Patrol and the Endless Mike Jambox when the Queers came through last year. In fact the first show I played ever at the Barn Door in Wilmington was given to us by Bill Kate at a Stiffs/Explosive Kate show, and 1993's "Steal This Record" 7" was the first local vinyl I owned, just prior to Plow United's first LP. They were there for all the major punk rock moments in Delaware, quietly doing it right and getting shit for not fitting in just right. Last night was spectacular, I actually thought I was seventeen again, and the Stiffs played with that twenty-something abandon that is going extinct.


By the way, if the dude who video taped the show (digitally of course) happens to see this and wants to send videos my way, it'd be much appreciated!