before i get into one of my long winded diatribes thanks for all the concern, but by the time you read this whole thing you'll be in agreement with me that all is well.
I had met the guys from penny-arcade at comicon. i remember going up to this cute red headed girl and askin if the guys that drew the cartoon were there and that i was mcchris. everyone's face lit up and necks were craned. i begged for an mc incarnation ala gabe. i gave them my card and then didn't think much of it. I soon learned about pax and that nerdcore rappers frontalot and optimus rhyme were performing there. i would've gone but found out about just a few days before it happened.
meanwhile i was getting lots of mail from oregon and washington and vancouver, as well as some of the outlying states. the amount of mail was rivaled only by texas and florida. i had some friends i wanted to see as well and autumn wasn't going to be coming any time soon (have i mentioned that i hate the south) so i called penny arcade up and asked them to set up a signing, or at least see if anyone cared. robert was my main contact and i can't thank him enough for setting it up at the comic stop in lynnwood. the comic stop was your run of the mill mini mall shop, about the same size as the ones where i frew up in Libertyville. (comics and coins at hawthorne mall in vernon hills is where i bought my first comic: gi joe.)
that saturday i was lucky enough to meet up with my brother's best friend from highschool. he had a baby on the way, but looked as young as ever. he was always very intelligent and we reminisced a bit about him teaching me to smoke cigarettes in my garage. he gave me hope that kerry would win and we discussed the phenomena of democrats flocking to cities and bodies of water, like they'd been scared off by the undead cowboys of the great plains. he introduced the great game of adding the word "anal" to any SUV you see on the road, anal explorer, anal expedition etc. helps you not hate SUV's so much. it was great to see him and talk about family and what i was up to, he seemed to be kinda shocked by my success, but i was calm about so i guess he was too.
i hung out at one of those dingy punk rock houses that i actually love, a total mess with no evidence of neat freakiness. a real shit hole, but you know you'll find good people within, because they're punks. in this case one of'm worked for subpop. there were all sorts of crazy mulitmedia pieces all over the place, pretty interesting. we introduced ali g to some folks and laughed our asses off. discussed third party politics and then waited outside for forever int he heat as cabs pulled up to us laughed and then pulled in front of a mosques. we finally got one.
my fingers were crossed in the cab as we went from capital hill to lynnwood. nate and kristen had been with me pretty much all day, nate ran the first mcchris.com website in 2000. he was a punk rock pal that lived in portland that was always pro mc and had a huge saddlebag sized nutsack that he liked pulling out at parties.
this round he came with a lovely counterpart in the form of kristen. we had spent the morning, again discussing politics, and talking about nate being on jeopardy and kristin being on ifc's trivia off (with jason mewes as a judge!) they were smart, nice people that knew me from my souse house days in jersey and they were happy to see how far things had come. literally it used to be me on the mic drunk in the basement singing flava flav to like ten people sitting indian style. i'd lose my voice by the middle of song one cuz i had just run through the house yelling, "come see my show!" so i went from total zero to at least a four. i think they were impressed and more importantly they were friends that new me and new i wasn't a douche bag. handling something like the next paragraph would've been too weird had i done it alone. thank god for nate and kristen.
we showed up at the store late. there were just a few kids there, outside. one had a meatwad shirt on. i came in and went to the counter, and the guy (tim? i'm so bad with names) was like, "may i help you? OH! follow me." we went to the back and moved a table, i pulled out my cd's and AS stickers and took off my sweater. i was soaking wet cuz seattle was experienceing a heat wave thanks to a depleted ozone layer. tim (let's just call him tim) made the announcement that i was here and ready to rock, and then out of nowhere, a line formed and it went out the door, where did these people come from? a flyer wasn't put up in the shop until a day before, penny hadn't posted anything until a day before. i had posted it all over my site and lj so maybe that'd what it was, but a bunch of folks didn't have the album, just one or two. these were all AS fans (or were they all guilty downloaders?) this was was an experiment, to see if i could do this anywhere in the country, in places like austin, orlando, chicago etc. i now believe that i can and plan on trying to make more of these pre-tour trips just to get a buzz going. so that happens between now and march. write me and tell me what kinda mc scene is emerging in your corner of the world.
the folks i met were amamzing, some folks were from the message board, djchubbycheeks gave me a huge jar jar blanket, another dude gave me an it's a wonderful life painting, with george and mary as zombies (i'll post it soon) but the present that really takes the cake (and no it's not the wickett cup, which i love) was the mcchrisxbox. this dude, a dude that's been programming and soddering stuff since he was eight, cracked open an xbox, and filled it with emulators. i guess the xbox drive is like a pc drive and if you can break down the wall you can put anything on there. the dude did. atari vcs, collecovision, c64, nes, sega, sega genesis, gameboy, surreal 64, and more. and what's worse for each one of these consoles he put in like hundreds upon thousands of games. i got home to atlanta and whipped it out, and played congo bongo on collecovision and promptly shit my pants. i said to a friend if you told me as a child that i'd ever have something like this i would not have believed it. any movie that ever came out during the atari craze, ghostbusters, empire strikes back, temple of doom, aliens, popeye, everything was in there. i searched in vain for cloak and dagger but then again i have't scrolled through everything, i think it's impossible to do so, i tried to one night and fell alseep in my chair. i was given a video game museum. I can't thank you enough. this thing is going on tour with me.
so i don't want to make it out to sound like i was all about an xbox, or the what?!! 800 dollars!!! i made in an hour and half. it was really about meeting everyone and saying thanks, winkin at the girls, crackin jokes with the dudes. i hung out afterwards and did voicemails. i met a kid named dakota who drove with his family for two hours to meet me. i did de la soul's hey, how ya doin? message hook on the mom's cell and she said that made the whole trip worth it. instead of going to a bar we all went to gameworks. a fan had suggested it on the boards and we decided it was a good idea. that way under 21's could tag along and get their game on. i unfortunately did not play one game. we set up court, ala supper of christ, in this huge uninhabited room and we just sat their and drank brews and ate nachos and i answered every and all questions. i asked a bunch too, really wanting to now who these people were so that i might better understand what my purpose was. we got drunk, i did more voicemails, eventually it was just me standing again surrounded by folks who were now drunk and no longer shy. nate made the grandiose mistake of asking everybody to a party at the punk house. guess what? everyone came.
the rest of the evening is a blur. nate, kristen and i were all dumbfounded at my good fortune and celebrating seemed more than appropriate. we continued to get plowed, the owner of the house came home without any warning that mc was in town. i immediately started kicking people out and putting them in cabs, apologizing profusely to the homeowners, who just replied, write the song "rich girls rule." i said i will. it's a song i came up with after hearing about this scummy bum dude that fucks rich girls so they'll give him free meth.
nate and kristin and i all crashed at my room, they got the bed, me the couch. i shut their door and blasted my ipod and drank some nasty cheap whisky with coke. in the dark by myself i gave a show for my couch, finally alone i could celebrate and dance in solitude, thankful for the day that would inspire me to move on (dot org.)
i came home and had much work to do, new SL, milkchan and read or die spots were to be made. i was done with that in two days. my supervisor approved them and told me to show them to the big boss man which has always been the process. he called me a producer and then i sat down and asked if i could talk to him. i said i wasn't coming back after christmas, that i was gonna leave, record, come back to work my ass off and make as many commercials as possible to say thank you for giving me the opportunity, exposure and education any normal young american artist would die for. and then i would move with the money i made and go on tour.
he told me to go make the album, really make it good, focus on it and not travel back and forth. go on tour and then if you want come on back here. go away for three months and come back if doesn't pan out. he seemed to really care about me doing good work even if it meant he would not profit from in any way.
this, guys, is why adult swim is awesome.
i told my parents and my dj. i asked my folks if i could store my stuff at their place while i backpack/couchsurf the manhattan area until tour. when i get back from tour i count my cash and make up my mind about what i wanna do. and the great trapeze net of the whole thing is i can come back to AS if this thing bombs, and it might, after seattle, i don't see how it could, but it might. as the next days passed i had to resign with two other people, both times were very difficult and sad for me, i felt as if i were turning my back on them just as things were getting hot. but i made sure to explain that i had been trained at the shangrila of graduate schools so that i might eventually make something, a show of my own (i told everybody in seattle what the show was but they all promised not to say anything) the best way i can say thanks to AS for everything toehy've done for me is to make a great album, put on a great show and then make a kick ass cartoon. many of the replies yesterday were about how i wasn't a part of things around AS anymore, well, not true. i have recorded stuff for all the characters i play that you still haven't heard yet, so fear not. this voice belongs in toons.
but it also should come out of a PA system, it should come out of amps in front of a sea of geeks. nerds live in 2005.
the plan is this. i will be leaving atlanta a week before thanksgiving, dropping off my uhaul of books and pack-rat fodder at my folks place before we fly up to Minnesota for thanksgiving (i may arrange something, like a signing, there) from there i will fly to manhattan and couch surf. so this means we don't record the album till the first week of december. and because we can really focus it may take longer to make. (i'd say best case scenario would be a month and half) it takes a month to print the cd's. so expect a february release. when the snow melts we tour the album. we'll play the classics as well as new stuff and hopefully we'll be touring with the whoa oh bands. we'll just do schools, we'll try to make it under 21. we'll be looking for venues that get good, consistent people traffic. we're not doing any out of the way nonsense rec room shows (but i will listen to your plea to have me play your birthday/wedding.)
now what can you do to help, if you want to? well, simply buy the boba fett merch that is coming up on the site soon. the site will change (yet again) and that will be your signal to buy, it's just shirts and hoodies, all black. they look dope. that's the money i'll be living off of until we get the album out. if you have a place in brooklyn or manhattan that has room for a lil speck of a dude to crash let us know. i'm a little off put by staying with fans like this, even though it's nothing new to punk tours. my fans are a different breed and sometimes, things aren't cool, i'll leave it at that. but if you know you're normal and you won't stab me in the neck with a barbie leg while i sleep, then hit us up.
ok, that's a huge entry. thanks for all the concern. bottom line hesh isn't dead, commercials at AS aren't just gonna lose a little zip. no biggie.
so anyway, again thanks to all, especially g33k, for all their love and support through this truly frightening time (vote kerry) not only am i stressed about the move and the war and my life, but i'm doing it alone, driving the uhaul alone, packing it all up by myself. i've done this far too many times to count. this round though, i sure could go for a co-pilot. i'll be accepting applications for wives and girlfriends and tractor beam freaks as well couch owners.
peace and a big XO
ps. for once i can say that's it all good.