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Note from tribe.net: please assign a moderator

2007-01-20T23:14:19Z

Hey there, "InterPolly" members--

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TOU (Terms of Use) Guy

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Weird gig dream

2006-09-25T13:28:36Z

I had a strange dream about the gig I'm playing tomorrow night.

In it, I arrived at the Luggage Store Gallery ready to set up my gear only to find that Ferrara, who's sharing the bill with me, and I were wearing almost the same outfit. It was really awkward, and ultimately I decided to run home and change into something else. The way home was blocked with all kinds of obstacles, like bramble bushes overgrowing the road and animals lying down in it. I woke up before I could get back to the gallery and perform.

The weird part is that neither one of us would ever have worn these outfits in real life. (Ferrara can correct me if I'm wrong). Ferrara had on a jumpsuit made of turquoise silk embroidered with gold thread. Mine was the same color, but it was more of a flight suit, and it didn't have any embroidery.

So I guess we're forewarned now and hopefully we won't be dressed alike tomorrow night.

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60 x 60 2006

2006-09-22T20:41:26Z

I just heard from the 60 x 60 artistic director.
My 2006 submission, "Kissing a Woman", has been selected for the Pacific Rim Mix of 60 x 60.
This is a cool first step. I'm hoping, of course, that the piece will be selected for the international program, as "Cold Blood" was in 2005; but the competition for that is fierce, and we'll just have to see! :)

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Polly in person

2006-05-30T16:56:40Z

O know this tribe is pretty quiet, but I got to meet up with Polly not once but twice during her trip to Portland.

If you haven't met her, she is even better in person then her on line presentation would indicate. Very much the same person as on line but better in 3-D.

thanks for making time to meet up.

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MythBusters song at the Rock Lotto

2006-05-15T20:39:32Z

Hi folks.

I thought you might get a kick out of knowing that I wrote a MythBusters song for the Rock Lotto.

The Rock Lotto is an annual event in which avant-garde musicians get assigned to each other at random to form one-night-only rock bands. The bands are then responsible for writing 20 minutes' worth of rock music with only a few rehearsals.

"Sausage Everywhere" was my contribution to the effort of Band #6.

Sausage Everywhere
by Polly Moller
a folk-rock ditty for Band #6
(The Mythbusters fans in the audience will laugh)

So many times we've heard them say
D
Don't try this at home
G
This time I couldn't help myself
D
I had to try this one
G
Adam and Jamie warned me
D
That I might hurt myself
G
But how hard could it really be
D
To send a sausage to the moon?
G E

Chorus:
Got my nitrous oxide canister
am9
My salami and my spoon
E
Got my gunpowder and my lighter
am9
I'm waiting for high noon
E
Cause it casts no shadow - cover your eyes
am9
And plug your ears
E
We didn't put it together right
am9
and now there's sausage everywhere
E G

(G, A, G, A vamp)

I painted myself silver once
D
To try and catch Adam's eye
G
I sent them my suggestions too
D
of myths that they might try
G
My friends say I'm the biggest geek
D
That they have ever known
G
I reject your reality
D
And substitute my own!
G E

(Chorus repeats)

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Hey folks!

2006-03-13T18:51:28Z

As the moderator, I'm taking the liberty of setting up a parallel group at Free Association.net. (http://www.free-association.net/index.php?option=com_associations&task=displayAssociation&id=248) Please come and join over there as well. I'm just trying to help build FA to a critical mass. I'll try to make sure everything is cross posted.

sg

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Opener for March 16th gig in SF...

2006-02-10T23:21:54Z

...is Forms of Things Unknown.

I like! :)
http://www.formsofthingsunknown.com

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Review of 60 x 60

2006-01-06T14:16:10Z

Here's a review of the 60 x 60 Project which my piece, "Cold Blood", is in. It's not mentioned specifically but the review does say that "the last two pieces were overtly political". :) "Cold Blood" is #58 of the 60 pieces so I know he's talking about that one.

http://www.mvdaily.com/articles/2005/12/sixty1.htm

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Radio airplay stats

2005-12-11T15:10:58Z

I thought y'all might find this interesting. This is how my second album "Summerland" did.

North American Radio Airplay for Summerland, by Polly
Moller

Added to playlist:

CKUA - Edmonton, AB
KAWC - Zuma, AZ
KCBX - San Luis Obispo, CA
KSUT - Ignacio, CO
KRCB - Rohnert Park, CA
KZSC - Santa Cruz, CA
WPKN - Bridgeport, CT
WOMR - Provencetown, MA
KDHX - St. Louis, MO
KRWG - Las Cruces, NM
KUNV - Las Vegas, NV
WITR - Rochester, NY
KMUN - Astoria, OR
WDIY - Bethlehem, PA
WYEP - Pittsburgh, PA
KNON - Dallas, TX
WHEE - Martinsville, VA
WVLS - Monterey, VA
KOTO - Telluride, CO
WVIA - Pittston, PA
WNRN - Charlottesville, VA

Special feature play:

KFSK - Petersburg, AK
KPFK - West Hills, CA
KRZA - Alamosa, CO
KKUP - San Jose, CA
WDCB - Glen Ellyn, IL
WRVG - Georgetown, KY
KZUM - Lincoln, NE
WBZC - Pemberton, NJ
KRVM - Eugene, OR
KACV - Amarillo, TX
KERA - Dallas, TX
KUT - Austin, TX
KMTT - Seattle, WA
KSLU - Hammond, LA
WAER - Syracuse, NY

Light rotation:

KABF - Little Rock, AR
KASU - State U., AR
CJSF - Burnaby, BC
KALW - San Francisco, CA
KAZU - Pacific Grove, CA
KZYX - Philo, CA
KDNK - Carbondale, CO
KGNU - Boulder, CO
KVNF - Paonia, CO
KVMR - Nevada City, CA
KZFR - Chico, CA
Greenwich.com - San Francisco, CA
WFHB - Bloomington, IN
WICN - Worcester, MA
WERU - East Orland, ME
WMEB - Orono, ME
WDET - Detroit, MI
KAXE - Grand Rapids, MI
KFAI - Minneapolis, MN
KUMR - Rolla, MO
KGLT - Bozeman, MT
CHSR - Fredericton, NB
WZRU - Rke. Rapids, NC
WKNH - Keene, NH
WNEC - Henniker, NH
WNYK - Nyack, NY
WRPI - Troy, NY
WYSO - Yellow Springs, OH
CFRC - Kingston, ON
KBOO - Portland, OR
KORC - Waldport, OR
KWVA - Eugene, OR
CKUT - Montreal, QB
CFCR - Saskatoon, SK
KPFT - Houston, TX
KRCL - Salt Lake City, UT
KZMU - Moab, UT
KSER - Lynwood, WA
KVLR - Twisp, WA
WOJB - Hayward, WI
WVMR - Dunmore, WV
WCQS - Asheville, NC

Medium rotation:

CJSW - Calgary, AB
KCAW - Sitka, AK
KRBD - Ketchikan, AK
KTOO - Juneau, AK
KMUD - Redway, CA (#24 CMJ)
KUSP - Santa Cruz, CA
WWUH - West Hartford, CT
WMNF - Tampa, FL
WUWF - Pensacola, FL
WEFT - Champaign, IL
KANZ - Garden City, KS
KOPN - Columbia, MO
KCIE - Dulce, NM
KRUX - Las Cruces, NM
KSDJ - Brookings, SD
WGDR - Plainfield, VT
WVPN - Charleston, WV

High rotation:

KCHU - Valdez, AK (#1 audience response, #30 chart)
KRVS - Lafayette, LA (#21 CMJ, Crossroads, New Age
Voice)
KUNM - Albuquerque, NM
WAER - Syracuse, NY

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Vegas

2005-12-06T21:14:31Z

I used to be the bassist in Poly's backup band, but then I moved away. My last with her was in vegas at the national flute convention. Vegas in August! The gig was cool (airconditioned, even), but the guitarist for that gig was not. I wrote "http://celesteh.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_celesteh_archive.html#106046908629562179" and my last few days in California shortly thereafter, which I am reposting here:

. . . after dinner, I hopped on Bart to go stay at Polly's house. "Naomi" also arrived. (Name changed for reasons that will become clearer as the story progresses.)

GOING TO VEGAS

The next morning, we got the rental van and drove it back to Polly's house. Actually, Naomi drove it. We weren't in a hurry, but she drove as if we were. She was a terrifying driver. I swear she almost rolled the van. Well, I dunno how hard something has to pull to the side before it actually rolls, but it was the most sideways force I've yet experienced. "Oh, it doesn't corner well." she said. As she was driving in the fast lane down the freeway at high speeds, she was about five feet behind the car in front of her. "Oh it doesn't break well." she said. We got mightily lost, but finally arrived to load the gear and set off for Vegas, and, thankfully, Polly drove the whole way.

It was my first time seeing the Mojave desert. It's got big basins surrounded by hills. Really big, crater-like basins. And darn, is it hot! It's hot all the way to Vegas. Really darn hot. We got to the Vegas strip just as the sun was setting. In case you have never been there (and this was my first time), It's not nearly as glamorous as the movies make it to be. At least the end I was on was not as glamorous. I think "glamorous" means "a lot of light-bulbs." We were staying at the Rivera Hotel. The bellhop came to help us with our gear and started dropping everything. Polly made a wild grab and caught her mixer as it tumbled towards the pavement. We clustered nervously around the lacsidasical bellhop, on the ready in case he dropped anything else. After he left, I anxiously called Christi and asked her to repack all the boxes of dishes that I had just packed. Polly came and introduced me to Robert Dick. We chatted for a few minutes and then they went to catch up. Naomi and I decided to go to Circus Circus. I know of this casino because of the movie Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas. In the movie, the lead character takes acid and then sits at a Merry-go-round themed bar while surrealist, scary clowns lurk menacingly. We found the rotating, merry go round bar, but there was nothing menacing about any part of the casino. It was crawling with children who were excitedly playing midway games. I was slightly disappointed. Vegas seems to be like american culture concentrate. Add water and you get a strip mall. they did have a short free show have fantastically talented jump rope acrobats. Naomi dumped several quarters into the slot machines. She won all of the first several games that she played. Then she wanted to buy stuff, so we went to several gift shops. Then I was tired, so I went to bed, but we stayed up talking far later than I anticipated.

Naomi and I slept late the next morning, although Polly got up when the clock radio, set by the previous occupant, went off at 7:00. Christi called and said that I could have Tiffany's Bjork ticket if I could get back in time. Bjork was playing on Friday night in San Francisco. I hadn't bought my own ticket because I was supposed to drive the van home that day and didn't think I could make it in time. But the offer was tempting, so I approached Naomi and asked if she would be willing to leave early and drop me and my gear off in Berkeley and take the van and Polly's gear south by herself. (Polly was planning on staying for the rest of the convention to network with flutists and try to get gigs based on our show.) As Naomi lives in the city, I figured she would have an easy time getting back via BART. She became very excited and called someone to find out if there will still tickets to Bjork available, so she could go to the show too. She wondered if we could leave extra early. I said that 8:00 would be a good time to set out and added that I thought we could come back faster if we went through Yosemite rather than Bakersfield. I called Christi and found out that Bakersfield really was the fastest route. Naomi wanted to leave earlier, maybe 6:00 AM, maybe right after the show and we could drive all night? I said no, since I was anticipating staying upp all night friday night packing. I need as much sleep as I can while in Vegas. I could sleep while she drove? No, I can't sleep in cars. She was getting agitated, wanting to leave earlier and perhaps drive as fast as possible. I was becoming increasingly concerned about becoming a traffic fatality statistic, since her driving was erratic when she wasn't in a hurry. I told Polly about Naomi's driving. We had been planning on adding my name to the rental car contract anyway (they would only allow two drivers when we got the car, and I won at rock paper scissors), so we looked up the location of the closest office for our rental agency. It was only a mile and a half down the strip, so we had the very bright idea of walking. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and the heat seemed to be at least 105 F, perhaps higher. I was dying by the time we got to the parking lot to get the paperwork, but I'm on a mission to combat my whininess and did not contest the plan to walk. Clearly, it seems, there are times when being whiny is essential.

We walked more than a mile and a half in 45 minutes in the scorching midday heat. Only mad dogs, englishmen and stupid tourists... There are vending machines on the strip that sell water for a dollar a bottle. It's a racket. They could charge $10 a bottle. We stopped at drug store on the way and I bought cold chocolate almond milk (vegan food in vegas? arg! I was hungry. All I could find for lunch was "chinese" food: boiled cabbage in sauce). We got to the car office and collapsed. We rode the bus back to the hotel. I felt like I might loose all my almond milk. We were all dizzy and sick. I stuck my head in the bathtub and ran cold water on it and then conked out for a nap and then woke and drank a lot of water. Naomi went out, while I napped and put a lot of money into slot machines and other games of chance. She came back later and was feeling extremely ill. She was trying to "win back" the $50 she lost on her previous Vegas trip. At some point, we had a conversation about how gaming is regulated. She was surprised to hear that the amount of money the casino gets to keep and has to give away in prizes is set by state law. The odds are titled in the favor of casinos, it is not random. The slots by the door really do win more often. Seriously.

Finally, after we had all recovered, it was time for our sound check. Will, Polly's brother, was running our sound for us. He's an actor and is perfectly and completely charming. The hotel's sound guy did not understand how we were going to set up. I talked to him for several minutes but was unable to convey any meaning. Will explained that it was ok and started running cables. He set things up in the only way that the sound guy said would work. The drums were way too low in the monitors. I had several ideas about how they could be raised, but this was the only was it would work. We played a few songs and couldn't hear the drums when suddenly Will had an idea about how to raise the drum level. Later, Will told me that he knew how to have a separate monitor mix all along, but there's a certain way that union sound guys must be approached about sound. First, they must be befriended. Polly's idea of using her brother for sound was perfectly brilliant.

We hung around waiting for our time to go on, while Naomi pushed me to consider leaving earlier to get the Bjork show and I became pretty certain that a traffic accident was in my future. Naomi had a pink mohawk, which strangers would comment on. Of course, making comments to strangers about their hair is rude, even if it's as benign as telling her that she should spike it up instead of letting it lie flat. She had confessed to me that she wanted to punch people who made comments. In my past, I had a blue mohawk and when I had it, many, many people commented on it. People would regularly tell me to spike it up or ask how it got to be blue and generally wanted to ask questions about it. Such is life when one has a mohawk. Naomi just got angry. She also became extremely angry when the elevator stopped for someone on the way down and the guy got on a different elevator that also stopped. "That asshole stopped our elevator and didn't even get on it, he got on that other one first." I suggested that it might not be his fault and perhaps it was the fault of the hotel for summoning multiple elevators on a single button push. "You think so?" she asked, quite seriously and still angry at the hapless elevator traveller.

anyway, while we were waiting to go on, the opening act was becoming alarmed since it was time for him to go on and his bassist had not yet arrived. since folks at home keep telling me what a great bassist I am, I told the guy that I could fill in, especially if he had charts that I could read. Thank goodness that his bassist arrived. That guy was one of the finest bassists that I've ever heard. He was playing a five string Carvin bass with a fantastic tone. Since the band had never played together before, the flutist would play the bassline to him once at the start of the song and the bassist would play it perfectly, as funky as you've ever heard, occasionally making appropriate and highly funky fills. In nearly every song, he also improvised extremely textured and intricate bass solos. In one of them, we was simultaneously playing an improvised bassline and tapping out a solo on the high strings. It was synchopated and perfectly in time. That is what a great bassist can do. And that guy was just another Vegas bassist, once of hundreds if not thousands of bassist in this country who make a living just playing gigs as needed or as a studio musician. The world is crawling with highly proficient, professional and completely musical bassists, of which I am not one. Not that I don't appreciate compliments. I must not believe my own hype.

So I spent the whole first act comparing myself to the amazing bassist and consequently, when I got on stage, I was terrified of screwing up. I normally get stage fright. My heart beats fast. My palms sweat. I act foolishly before I go on. When I play with Tennis Roberts, I calm down as soon as it becomes clear that a train wreck is not going to destroy us. However, Polly had a much larger audience and I psyched myself out more than usual. I thought I must have looked terrified through the first several songs. It didn't help that Naomi was playing guitar very tentatively and came in late several times. She ended one song many bars too early and, of course, the drum track kept going. I felt like we were in danger of slipping from the beat. Normally, it is the responcibility of the bassist to keep the beat together (so says Bass Player Magazine), but it is doubly so when the drum are pre-set. Anyway, as a consequence of being highly fearful, I was also highly focussed. I knew exactly where I was in every song and exactly where the beat was to a degree that I don't normally in practice. I realized that I was playing very solidly. I was on FIRE! And as I became confident, the break came and Polly did some solo pieces without backup and I got nervous all over again and was definitely not on fire during the second half. As the show went on, I felt like my playing was getting weaker, but it was getting later and later. We didn't start until almost midnight, so by the time I was on the wrong beat on the last song, there were only five people in the audience. If I'm going to screw up, I'm going to do so as confidently as possible in front of only a few people. I tried to look as if the one was not usually on the one.

afterwards, the few remaining folks, who were all friends of Polly's talked to us and when I said that I had been pretty much terrified the entire time and been off-beat on the last song, they said that I looked "cool as a cucumber" and that it had all sounded very solid. And it was easy to tell at the start of the show that the audience was loving it (at the end of the show it was very late and everyone had gone to bed). Several people were chair dancing. There was cheering when Polly announced that she was going to play a Dead Can Dance cover. Polly was definitely on fire. She had a great stage presence throughout. The folks watching soaked up every nuance and would go anywhere that Polly lead them. she was completely fabulous.

Polly's mother, Polly, Robert Dick, Naomi and I went to get beers afterwards. Robert is extremely friendly and it was very nice to get to talk to him. He told me to say to Ron Kuivila and Alvin Lucier from him. Polly's mother is also very charming. She was extremely proud of Polly's performance. She is really sweet. Finally, we went to go to sleep. At 3:00 AM, I was sleeping sitting up, leaning over my gear, waiting for my turn to use the bathroom. Polly went back out to do more partying and just Naomi and I were left in the hotel room. She was setting the alarm to off earlier than our agreed-upon time. I said, "Naomi, there's no way I'm going to be able to get up before 8:00 tomorrow morning. I've got too much stuff to do this weekend. I'm moving and stuff. I'm really sorry, but this is why I didn't buy my own ticket to the concert." I then passed out as I said "goodnight."

Naomi did not say anything. She did not turn out the light. As far as I know, she didn't move. I felt tingling at the back of my neck and finally turned to look at her. she was glaring at me with narrowed eyes and a bitter rage. She said that she wanted to leave at our agreed-upon time. I had been thinking about our schedule and had realized that there was no way we could get to an 7:00 PM concert in San Francisco if we left Vegas at 8:30 AM. There was likely to be traffic at both ends and we had to unload the gear in Berkeley and Burlingame and then return the van to the San Jose airport. I could clearly picture the trip. I would be driving, refusing to give up the drivers seat while Naomi angrily urged me to go faster and constantly offering to drive and finally demanding that she should drive, which I could not let her do or I would end up rolled over on the side of the road. I could also picture the return trip if we left later. It would be exactly the same except she would be bitter towards me from the start. Maybe we would ride in silence the entire way. I was already counting the hours until I never had to see her again and it looked the last hours were going to be very long. So I declined leaving at the earlier time and said goodnight again and fell back asleep.

The light still did not go out. I was exhausted. The day had not been relaxing. I had heat stroke and then I had been in the grips of stage fright for more than an hour long show. It was a whole lot later than I normally go to sleep. Maybe a minute later, maybe and hour, maybe a second (certainly after I had again faded from consciousness), she yelled, "I just don't see why we can't leave now and you can sleep in the car!" It's hard sleeping when one is convinced that one is about to be horribly maimed in a car wreck, even if one is already completely exhausted. And regardless, I've never been able to sleep in a car. (This conversation, btw, is recorded here very near verbatim)

"Naomi, we're not dating. Please don't wake me up to yell at me. I can't sleep in cars. goodnight."

"Why can't you?"

"Alas, I've never been able to. Perhaps it is an as yet untreatable physiological condition. goodnight."

"I've always wanted to see Bjork and I might never again get a chance to see her in my whole life!"

"It's highly probable that she will survive this tour and decide to embark upon another one during which time you would likely be presented with an opportunity to see her." I gave up on the ending goodnights as a good night was seeming to be an increasingly remote possibility.

"She's a huge influence of mine . . ." she started into a speech which I don't recall (and probably tuned out at the time) about how it was imperative that she go to see Bjork.

I pointed out that she had not known about the concert until I had told her about it. She argued further, hoping to wear me down rather than convince me, I think, since she was too threatening to be convincing.

"This is not my problem. Perhaps you can take a cab." I was not going to give up.

"You can't take a cab to the City from here, but You could fly!" she exclaimed, seizing upon a possible solution.

I considered it. Travelling separately had never looked so attractive. I would get back much earlier, have time to do more packing, get to see the concert, etc. But how would I get my gear back? And moving expenses alone were going to hit my credit card pretty hard. And I was not going to give up. "Alas, it's not in my budget. Perhaps you could fly"

"Well, it's not in my budget either!" she yelled quite angrily. I think that around then she stomped out.

I lay in bed with wide open eyes and my heart racing from tremendous amounts of adrenaline. Her bitter rage plus dregs of stage fright anxiety made for a very powerful fight or flight response. I began imagining the things that she was plotting to do to get revenge. "Fly!" my instincts ordered. But where could I go? The casinos would be open all night, but to be in there, I would have to be awake, and this entire conflict revolved around whether or not I was willing to stay awake all night. I still needed to get whatever sleep that I could if I was going to be prepared for the movers coming on Saturday. Tracking down Polly also seemed like a bad idea. She had her cell phone, but I doubted that she wanted to hear about squabbling in her rhythm section. And due to her boy craziness and the late hour, I figured that I would probably not see her again until morning. Anyway, I was being unreasonable. Naomi wouldn't strike out in revenge. True, she had said she wanted to assault someone for stopping our elevator, but . . . uh . . .. I was in the grips of creeping paranoia.

A while later she came back in. I feigned sleep, but knew exactly where she was at every moment. She started digging through a drawer. I looked up. "What are you up to?" I asked.

"I'm going to see about getting a flight," she said holding her cell phone. She no longer looked murderous, but merely the kind of very annoyed that I had expected from trying to change our plans.

This was a wonderful idea! "Continental has a hub here. you can get up to 70% off last minute flights from them," I told her. She brightened and returned to her normal state and thanked me genuinely and gratefully and left again to make calls.

And I lay in bed wide awake, still considering revenge schemes she might launch upon me. She came back in later and started packing up stuff. I pretended to be asleep. What if she was stealing all my stuff? My run-away paranoia prompted. That would be ok, I reasoned and stayed still. she came back two or three more times, waking me one of them to ask where the rental van keys were. Still paranoid, way beyond reason as she had completely calmed down and was acting normally and anyway had never threatened me, I wondered if she might be planning on taking the rental van. That would also be ok. Finally, around 5:00 AM, she left a perfectly friendly note to Polly and I explained that she had all her stuff and wishing us good trips home.

5:00 AM, coincidentally, is about the time that people start waking up to take showers. The pipes started making loud pipe noises, which I could not identify. I had not yet slept. I wondered if one of the flute convention attendees was fighting insomnia by practicing long tones on a newly purchased bass flute. I wondered if Naomi had somehow sabotaged the bathroom. I wondered if I was a big loser for getting in a giant argument defending my desire to sleep, only to have it result in my getting no sleep whatsoever.

Polly came back around 7:00 and started quizzically looking around for Naomi. I sat up and explained what had happened. "She's fired." Polly said. I said that Polly shouldn't fire her on my account, since I was quitting anyway. Polly said, "As far as I'm concerned, she abandoned her band mates to have to deal with all the gear by themselves."

I've never been so happy to drive alone through the boring, miserable desert. And I never have to see Naomi again.

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Welcome to all

2005-12-06T06:10:41Z

So nice to see everyone who has signed up so far.

It's interesting to note that quite a few guys who are lying down, leaning on their elbows -- i.e. Bernd, Kendall, and PlatypusMan -- seem to like my music. :) I wonder if there's some connection between the two.

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Stork Club gig story

2005-12-06T05:55:50Z

I feel so up on stage in this brand-new tribe. :)

So, um...it was August 1, 1998. A DJ named Marcus G had put together a band showcase at the Stork Club in Oakland and I was on the bill. Back then the band consisted of me, a bass player, and a drum machine.

We were the last to play of six bands. I don't remember very much about the other bands. There was one that was kind of like the Ramones, and one called Rebecca's Mask that I liked. They were kind of like a super-quirky Fleetwood Mac. Over the course of the night people drained out of the club. By the time we went on, there was darn near nobody left except for the staff and the sound guy and Marcus himself.

Marcus looked like an African-American Charlie Brown. He was really really sweet and very supportive of all the bands. He danced to every one of them and drank heavily...so that by the time we went on, he was three sheets to the wind. There was a woman sitting at the bar dozed off with her head down on her arms.

One of the tunes we played that night was a cover of "One of Our Submarines" by Thomas Dolby. In our version of it, it starts out slow and mournful and atmospheric and then the drum machine kicks in and it's not a slow song anymore (kind of like the Flashdance song, I guess). So at the slow part in the beginning Marcus went and got the woman who was sleeping at the bar and persuaded her to slow dance with him. They kind of staggered around in a circle. Then the drum machine kicked in at the appointment moment and they continued to stagger around in slow motion. It was surreal.

More songs came after that but during the last one, "Aerodynamic", Marcus came over to the edge of the stage, sat down, and fell asleep right there while we finished the song. He sat there sleeping soundly while we struck the gear around him. The sound guy went and got the roses off the club tables and adorned Marcus with them. He continued to sleep soundly. I seem to remember somebody taking digital photos. Finally as we were all leaving we woke him up and gave him a hug.

He was kind of confused and maybe a little embarrassed and I never heard from him again.

I don't think any of y'all were there, except for SG. Did I forget anything? :)

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WEBSITE?

2005-12-01T22:21:31Z

list your website for all those who are intereted in all things POLLY!

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