Archive for June, 2002

  • Rob Spectre
  • 29
  • Jun
  • 02

I am coming off an absolutely wicked high. Today was the first full established rehearsal with the new band I joined. The as-of-yet untitled project is turning out to be an absolute blast. A six piece band with some positively electric chemistry. We’re still a fairly long way from public performance, but being with a bunch of people that want to have as much fun as I do on stage is great.

It is seriously the most energetic people I’ve had the pleasure of playing with. They like to jump and move and really put their heart into everything they play. The sound coming out is genuine and enjoyable, and the environment is generally fun-loving. This should not be confused with an inability to rock hard, as the Tenacious D covers quickly established the day as possessing much rock.

Now if I can only talk them until waiting until after noon. I don’t even wake up for class that early.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 28
  • Jun
  • 02

“Bomb all those towelheads.”

Is that really what you want?

Do you know what that really means?

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 22
  • Jun
  • 02

Just in case you were wondering, we live in a materialistic nation. I know because my job is a direct result of it.

It must be said, I’ve always been a big fan of possessions. Gadgets, toys, and such are always catching my eye, mostly because they possess a certain innate *shinyness*. I’ve always been into buying shit for shit’s sake. I am, however, reevaluating that habit.

You see, my week is generally spent in the removal and redistribution of shit other people don’t want any more. The auction business as a function suggests that we are living in a society that just has too much damn stuff. To think, that we have a thriving national industry whose sole occupation is the sale of the stuff people get rid of. And it is a very thriving business.

I see the same people every single week at the auction house come in and plop down hundreds of dollars for our quality, gently-used merchandise. Of course, thank God for that, lest I be without a summer job, but still… One can’t look at it without a reexamination of these “good old American values” everyone is yelling about now.

We exist only to possess. The evidence for this broad based declaration can be found at 611 Pecan Circle on a Thursday night. What are we going to have to possess before we stop dropping bombs?

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 14
  • Jun
  • 02

I really feel like crying.

Things are beginning to get more and more frightening here though. Right next to Manhattan is Fort Riley, a US Army installation of some considerable size. Right next to the auction house is a rail line that runs to the base. Every single morning I see a huge train full of jungle camoflague vehicles come in… And every single afternoon I see a huge train full of desert camoflague vehicles leave. The bombs that people said used to be an occurance ever so often are now near constant during the day and night. A constant rumbling in the distance reminding us all of the unrest that is building. My sister just broke up with her boyfriend because he is in the Reserves and received notification that everyone in his detachment is going to be activated within the next 7 months. The war is coming. Maybe I’m just being overly sensitive or paranoid, but this upcoming conflict with Iraq has me scared to death. This isn’t going to be like the Persian Gulf. A catastrophic war with the West vs. the Islamic World… I can’t even begin to conceive how poorly this could turn out. Not the 48 hour nuclear holocaust we heard about in our youth, but a long, horribly bloody conventional Crusade… only this time, no one is using swords. I am genuinely afraid.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 10
  • Jun
  • 02

The summer routine is starting to kick in. Being both an academic and a rockstar, I am convinced I’m simply not going to make it with this whole 9 to 5 thing. Though, I must admit this is the first job I’ve had where I don’t dread coming to work. Mostly, it’s the people. The work environment at The Purple Wave is absolutely hilarious. Everybody there is college educated and foul mouthed, making it precisely the combination of humor that makes a guy like me feel at home.

Aaron McKee is the auctioneer who started the joint in the first place. A verbose, gadget whiz with a trigger happy use of the word “fuck,” he’s a young, open-minded employer with an amazing trust in his people. He’s quick on his feet and faster with a joke; yeah, you can say I liked him from the beginning.

Dr. Suzy McKee, his beloved and incredibly pregnant wife, handles all the bookkeeping and such. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure precisely what she does, just that she never fucks up at it. As every member of the Purple team can attest, Suzy McKee simply does not commit an error. Not that she does fuck up and covers it up really well; the mistakes simply do not occur. Ever.

Aaron’s father C.E. also works in the office, making the shop very much family run. C.E. initially struck me as a very critical older man with whom I might have a problem. Spiky hair and sideburns likely didn’t generate the best impression, and my leisurely outlook on things provided a rather different picture than workaholic Traffas. However, I’ve grown to like him quite a bit. He’s got a wicked intellect and down home country sense that reminds me pretty significantly of my own grandfather. He’s forgiving, amiable, and, most off, singularly honest. He does not hide the truth whatsoever. That’s admirable.

Little Emma rounds out the McKee crowd around The Purple Wave. Emma, I believe, is somewhere in between 0 and 9 years old and, as such, is legally required to not like having me around. I think I’ve tried most everything I know to get on her good side. After that two minutes of effort was exhausted, I’ve done my best to keep out of her way. She just recently became mobile through crawling, which is going to make the whole keeping away from her thing a bit more two-way. I wish I weren’t so terrible with children.

I think I’ll post another one of these in the next couple of days about the rest of the folks at the Purple Wave. If an auction movie were ever made, I think it definitely should be made about this place. I’ve laughed harder and longer at this place than anything other place I’ve ever worked. And, to me, that has the most value out of any employment opportunity I’ve seen.

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