.357 LOVER New Year’s Eve

Wednesday, December 31
Philadelphia, PA
.357 LOVER at Theater of the Living Arts
334 South St.
2 shows
First show: .357 Lover
Second show: Corn Mo
w/ TMBG!!!

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New Video

Here’s a video I made as an audition to make Ben Folds’ Hiroshima. I’d planned on reediting it but then my hard drive was ruined and I was stupid enough to not have backed it up. So, this is the rough version that I found in an email to Ben’s manager. I’ll make more.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=midrrLQfj7w

.357 LOVER Saturday with TMBG

Saturday, December 12

Worcester, MA

Worcester Polytechnic Institute

Alden Auditorium

100 Institute Road

.357 LOVER with TMBG!!

Sunday in LA

Sunday, November 16
Los Angeles
Hotel Cafe
1623 1/2 N. Cahuenga Blvd
10pm
w/ my friend, Greg!

The Lover at Union Hall tonight

Friday, November 7
NYC
.357 LOVER at Union Hall
702 Union St.
Brooklyn, New York
$8, 8pm
FROM BUBBLEGUM TO SKY -8:30
KISSY KAMIKAZE - 9:30
.357 LOVER - 10:30

Benefit for Vanessa Tonight.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008
NYC
7:00pm - 9:00pm
Don Hill’s
511 Greenwich St.
I don’t know Vanessa but not having health insurance sucks.
from the facebook page:
If you’ve been to Milady’s, Soho’s premiere dive bar, chances are you’ve met Vanessa. Vanessa has tirelessly served us liquor, burgers, beer, tater tots and smiles for years. Our Vanessa has been diagnosed with Stage Four Lymphoma. Vanessa is twenty-eight years old and has no medical insurance. On Wednesday, November 5th at 7:00, get yourself down to Don Hill’s, which is located at 511 Greenwich St near Spring St. Twenty-five dollars at the door includes a raffle ticket, and, generously donated by Don Hill’s, the entire ticket price goes to Vanessa.

Lymphoma is sad, but the line up for “Vanessa Vanessa Vanessa!!!” is not. We’ve got Corn Mo, Leo Allen, The O’Debra Twins, Ruby Valentine, Hula Hoop Harlot Melissa Anne, and The Choke with a special, secret surprise guest! Hosted by Lavinia Draper!

Tragedy

I’ll be sitting in as Andy Gibb with Tragedy tomorrow night at the Bowery Ballroom.
Saturday, October 11
TRAGEDY
NYC
Bowery Ballroom
6 Delancey Street

chin-up bar

since i wasn’t using it, i lowered my chin-up bar to 12 inches above the floor. i damn myself every time i trip over it. instead of fixing the situation properly, i put a traffic cone in front of it and damned myself when i tripped over it and the bar. instead of fixing the new situation properly, i put a flag pole in the traffic cone and retrieved an autumn-themed flag for the pole to remind myself that there was a chin-up bar impeder. i damned myself again as i saw the flag and thought about how much i enjoy autumn weather and seeing leaves change color and then tripped over the chin-up bar again. instead of fixing the situation properly, i bought a sensor that connected to my record player. when I passed the sensor, the sensor triggered the needle on the record player to land on a random part of a John Philip Sousa record reminding me of the chin-up bar. that seemed to work.
then i damned myself for impeding my life.

The Fantastic Chimp

There was this man who worked at a sanctuary for chimpanzees in Florida. He used to be a nightwatchman for a company that made gps chips for pets. Some vets would put them in but not others. Some vets thought it ridiculous to put a chip inside an animal in order to keep track of it. One vet said, “I saw Gattaca. It was nice.” And then he railed on treating people and pets as products. “People will be fucking idiots if you let them.”
The former nightwatchman, Larry, remembered a friend who took empty pill cases and filled them with candy and then didn’t go further with his project. It’s good when cleverness sees a red light, thought Larry. But his drive to make something amazing dimmed that light, so he could see behind it clearly.
What he saw was a way to inject prions with a cognitive ability to speak.
In the sanctuary there was a chimp who loved to watch television. Her name was Stacey and she watched soaps and infomercials and sometimes talk shows. Her mate had passed away a few years prior to this time and she mainly kept to herself. Larry would sit with her, watching tv from the floor every night while she sat in the comfortable chair.
And every night, he stirred trying to figure a out way to inject this chip into her head without much fuss. He didn’t want to hurt her and was afraid his curiosity would end up killing her. Then, a commercial for a flea and tick spray came on the tv and so did his lightbulb: He would put the chip inside a tick, let it rest upon on her head, and once the tick had burrowed in, wait until it filled with blood. Then, he would then squeeze the tick, deflating its body like a turkey baster of blood and chip that goes into the chimp to be delivered into the brain.
He was so nervous that night but it worked. Furthermore, he looked like a hero for taking off the tick.
He sat and waited to see if anything – if anything at all - would happen.
2 hours later, she turned to him and just stared. Larry started to cry knowing he’d done wrong and then she said, “I’d really like to watch tv alone if you don’t mind.”

TONIGHT: .357 LOVER AT MERCURY LOUNGE

Monday, September 29
NYC
MERCURY LOUNGE
217 E Houston
9pm

www.357LOVER.com