Next Stop: Tiger Beat!

We spent Saturday shooting our album cover. Way freaking cool. One of our friends (forever known now as "Damsel Adams") is a professional photographer and worked with us. And it WAS work. As were shooting in NYC, on an unclosed street, we constantly had to stop and scramble as cars drove by (we were shooting in an intersection). It would ruin the surpirse, but the cover is an homage (or blatant rip-off) of a rather well known classic LP.


We WERE going to shoot it exactly where The Ramones first album was shot, but decided against it. However, we did do a classic "band against a brick wall" shot that will soon be posted up in this here gallery. And of course we did the obligatory tribute shot to these guys.

It was really hard work to be a model. Avoiding the self conciousness of being in the camera eye is tough. Especially as how we were all having trouble taking the whole thing seriously. Especially on the "candid" shots that will be for Tiger Beat. Originally I was going to pose with no pants on, but it was damn cold. And shrinkage is a bad thing.


But it was soooo cool as passersby kept looking at us and some people even came up to us and asked if we were a band.

Who Am I?

I am about to commence activities on another project. This is for an entertainment website which is starting up in May. I will be the NY music dude (dude? what is this 1970?). No pay, but this is (supposedly) a somewhat high profile gig (or so the rose colored glasses they made me wear make it seem).

My dilemma is this: I have to be somewhat "nice" on this new site. As it is targeted to be a money making proposition, with actual funding and an "llc" in it's moniker, I cannot be the snarky, hostile, nasty little monkey I am on this here personal site. I can be a bit mean, but the site is trying to get advertising, etc.

Hey, I don't mind writing that way. After all, I have this creative outlet to spew my venom, no need to distribute the wealth. And if I can get some free shwag and get into some shows (and get Princess Nomad into some stuff as well), then whutdafuk.

Of course, if you've been playing at home, you should have figgered out long ago that Nazz Nomad is not the name on my income tax returns. It's a cyber-name. Yeah, I know. No shit, Sherlock.

But I can't really use Nazz Nomad, since it's linked with this site. I have my rock n roll name, which is not used here (I actually first starting using it 20 years ago, when I was in the porn industry). Ironically, many of my friends know me by that name and use it as my nickname for the most part. I certainly am not going to use my real name, since my actual birth given name is as pure as the driven snow as far as the 'net.

So, I guess I will use my rock n roll name.

You folks, just keep calling me Nazz. And step away from my beer.

Thanks, Or Something

Thanks to our great country, for finally getting one right!
Maybe, just maybe, there's a light at the end of the tunnel!
Even in these trying, scary and troubling times,
there are things to give thanks for.

But old Bill Lee might feel otherwise!

And things coulda worked out better on this T-Day past.

Bookage:
Great Expectations - Charles Dickens


Toonage:
Johnny Cash _ I Won't Back Down (Tom Petty cover)
Sleater-Kinny - American Ruse (live 5-20-04) (MC5 cover)
Robyn Hitchcock - Visions Of Johanna (live 3-3-05 ) (Bob Dylan cover)
X Ray Spex - The Day The World Turned Day Glo
Arlo Guthrie - Alice's Restaurant Massacre

Things Fall Apart...

The Second Coming--
WB Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


Toonage:

Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart
The Alarm - The Stand
Goo Goo Dolls - Don't Fear The Reaper
Misfits - All Hell Breaks Loose
X Ray Spex - The Day The World Turned Day Glo

Toonage:

Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart
The Alarm - The Stand
Goo Goo Dolls - Don't Fear The Reaper
Misfits - All Hell Breaks Loose
X Ray Spex - The Day The World Turned Day Glo