Archive for June, 2003

  • Rob Spectre
  • 29
  • Jun
  • 03

WaterFire is a much needed recharge of faith in humanity. After watching a week of horrible news and seeing human beings be so ugly to one another, it is quite refreshing to smell the burning wood, listen to the music, and just be with the community on a warm Rhode Island night. No matter if one is left, right, or center I take solace in knowing that for one night – just one night – we can be all together now.

And the swing dancing… damn gina. They aren’t kidding when they call it “East Coast Swing.” My moderate amount of moves might have been good enough to occasionally impress the women of the Midwest, however I was severely outclassed last night. These guys *dance* while I now know I mere tumble around, infrequently matching the rhythm. I knew I should have taken the time to learn the Lindy Hop, but I assure you… Now that the line in the sand is drawn, this little rockstar is going to get his game in gear. And, dude, let me tell ya… I got a lot of work to do.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 28
  • Jun
  • 03

O’Daly and I rocked out the Cafe Zog last night with much success, and it seems that the rest of the weekend will be filled with fun as well. After years of living in the Midwest, not having to devise one’s own methods of amusement is a refreshing change. It seems that every weekend there is some big event that begs attendance or some concert that needs rocking or some sight that needs seeing.

Tonight is no different. When I first arrived I was blessed with the strange and unique Providence event of the WaterFire. After a little research, I’ve learned considerably more about the event and am wholly pleased that I am living in the city where it takes place.

Downtown Providence is largely constructed over a river, a feat requiring severe feats of engineering genius and a number of reconstructions. One such reconstruction occurred some 8 years ago with the destruction of a number of bridges that left enormous eyesore supports jutting out of what remained of the river after construction. Rather than going to the amazing expense of removing the ugly things, a local artist got a brilliant idea. Install speakers up and down the river, place metal baskets on top of the supports, and light the damn things on fire. Though it sounds simplistic, the event’s depth is entirely in the atmosphere. In a downtown that is usually full of beeping traffic and bustling people, for a few nights each summer the air is filled with a somber, reflective mood accentuated by the low, dull light of crackling fires and soft classical and new age music. It is truly an event to be experienced to be understood.

Moreover, performance artists of all types abound with several other mini events taking place, with absolutely no admission fees or charges. It is just a time for everybody in town to get together and learn some neat shit. Tonight the schooling with be in swing dancing, which I look forward to eagerly. If you’re coming out, I’d love to take a turn with you… I’ll have the spiky hair and the black tie.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 26
  • Jun
  • 03

Moving in with culinary arts students, I highly recommend it. Bottom line, these guys are trained to make your tummy happy. And, dude, at Johnson & Wales University (the same school Emeril LaGasse graduated from) they get it done with prejudice. Ever since I moved to Providence I’ve gotten nothing but the finest in eating.

You see, they’re like regular college students, only they know how to cook really, really, *really* well. Breakfast? How about some rolls with a crusty orange sauce. Lunch? Oh, I guess we have some mussel and clam rizzoto with a Frenchy demigloss. Dinner? Meatloaf.

Dude. I know what you are thinking. Meatloaf. BFD. Well, I hate to disappoint you folks, but you are *wrong*. I had no idea meatloaf could be so good. Juicy, tender, and not with the normal ketchup on top but a tangy and spicy sauce that would knock you for a loop. Real mashed potatoes with the skins still on with a bit of tarragon and garlic powder. Damn gina, it’s like heaven for my stomach.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 23
  • Jun
  • 03

There’s a well-known stereotype that all men live under. A belief that is happily flaunted as possibly the only real important difference between men and women. The ladies hold this flag so high that it blinds vision of other male benefits, such as not bleeding for 5 days every month and the ability to pee standing up. No, no, such advantages are complete dribble because we men, apparently, have disgustingly unkempt bathrooms.

This is a bold-faced lie. Men of ages, bow your head not to such unbelievable notions for we have yet another advantage over the womenfolk: we don’t shed like fucking Persian cats. Say what you want about coagulated piss on the rim of the toilet or the occasional ring of stubble around the sink, hair gets *everywhere* and is a bitch to get rid of. Men have two man areas of likely lack of cleanliness, namely the sink and the shitter. Women, on the other hand, leave hair in every goddamned nook and crevace of every room of the house!

One would think science would have developed something to combat this by now.

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  • Rob Spectre
  • 22
  • Jun
  • 03

Alright, these New Englanders may have the country locked up in terms of culture, art, music, and social interaction, but man, these heathens know precisely dick about making potato salad. I’ve had two different potato salad dishes since I’ve been here, and it seems these blasphemes have not yet heard of a vital ingredient called mustard. All they do is drop in a pantload of mayonaise, forget to add any spice, and leave the potatoes with their peels on. I mean, what the hell people? You would think this sort of culinary revolution would have made it out here by now.

At any rate, the first show in Rhode Island is rapidly approaching. It feels like starting all over again, the new town and all. Playing unamplified for the first time since the Shaft really got started, I’m curious to find out if my voice is still up to all that screamsinging. Ah well, there’s a pub down the street if it’s not.

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