...like a goddam record store. Shelves are in an arrangement. Walls are in tact. It's dirty as all get out, but I tell you what, it's going to be a record store pretty darned soon.
New cds are being delivered tomorrow, including, I think, my stuff from iTown. Or is is I-Town? Has Apple so violently appled my brain that now whenever I see apple, I assume it's apple?
And the sign is coming on Saturday! That's right, what was once a myspace icon will soon be TWELVE FEET ACROSS!!!
Along with about a thousand radio tower logo stickers.
My dad's coming out on Saturday as well, although he will not be twelve feet across. He is pretty tall. He and my youngest brother are going to put their shoulders to the wheel. I won't say which wheel.
Opinion question of the day. I have a bright, almost tarheel blue paint that I used for some of the trim around the windows. I'm thinking of using it to paint the back wall. I think a bold-colored wall at the end of a long room (particularly if the room is done in lighter and darker shades of the same color and has openings into other colored rooms) makes a nice visual focus when one enters. Plus it would create a situation where the storefront would be the color of the sign's background and the back wall would be roughly the color of the sign's font. Plus it would mean I wouldn't have to go back to Sherwin Williams for the hundredth time. Some people disagree and are voting for a more neutral color or a very pale blue.
Given that you have only vague ideas what I'm talking about, what do you guys think? I'll need opinions by tomorrow round noon.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
You've Been in the House Too Long, She Said: Dance Party Returns!
Hello Ithacans! Oh, my lovelies, I had such plans for this summer. This was to be The Summer of Rock! It was going to rock through June and July, til we all got August wondering, "Could this rock anymore?" And then it was going to continue rocking!
Instead, here at the offices of No Radio Records (soon to be relocating from out of my livingroom and into the larger world), it has been the Summer of Crushing Heat and the Summer of Inhaling Fumes. Which still makes it better than 2001, which was the Summer of My German Soldier. That summer was no fun at all. But terribly punctual.
But no more! In the interests of
1. Charity
2. Shameless Self Promotion
3. Rocking
we at No Radio are proud to announce....
DANCE PARTY
round whatever the christ round it would be if we hadn't gone so long without a dance party that I forgot what the last one was
The Smiths vs. The Cure
Saturday August 12th
at the Chantiloft
(above and ever-so-slightly beyond the Chanticleer)
staring at 9pm and going til I kick you deadbeats out of the inevitable afterparty at my house.
Luke (DJ Luke Fenchel) Fenchel and myself return to our Dance Partying roots with the original Chantiloft match up. Last time, my Morrissey respect barely edged out Luke's teenage-girlish love of Robert Smith and all things B-side. Since then, Luke has been repeating the mantra "Just Like Heaven is a great song, Just Like Heaven is a great song" with monkish dedication, while I've gotten in touch with my inner Morrissey on a karaoke stage in Chicago (I've been telling people for years I had a little celibate British man inside me, but most of them thought that was a metaphor). So this time out it's anybody's game. Not that we're competing or anything.
More importantly, all proceeds will benefit Ride for Life, which, in case you don't know it, is a fundraising event for STAP, a thoroughly fantastic group of folks who do HIV counseling and outreach across the Southern Tier.
Come early so you can hear stuff like A Forest and Rubber Ring. Bring friends so you can reel around the fountain and do that little Love Cats dance you do that's so durn cute. Forward this message to other folks who like goodness and dancing and other such things (those of you with listserv access would earn a special special place in my heart).
Please do come, it's been so long since we've seen you in all your finery.
Instead, here at the offices of No Radio Records (soon to be relocating from out of my livingroom and into the larger world), it has been the Summer of Crushing Heat and the Summer of Inhaling Fumes. Which still makes it better than 2001, which was the Summer of My German Soldier. That summer was no fun at all. But terribly punctual.
But no more! In the interests of
1. Charity
2. Shameless Self Promotion
3. Rocking
we at No Radio are proud to announce....
DANCE PARTY
round whatever the christ round it would be if we hadn't gone so long without a dance party that I forgot what the last one was
The Smiths vs. The Cure
Saturday August 12th
at the Chantiloft
(above and ever-so-slightly beyond the Chanticleer)
staring at 9pm and going til I kick you deadbeats out of the inevitable afterparty at my house.
Luke (DJ Luke Fenchel) Fenchel and myself return to our Dance Partying roots with the original Chantiloft match up. Last time, my Morrissey respect barely edged out Luke's teenage-girlish love of Robert Smith and all things B-side. Since then, Luke has been repeating the mantra "Just Like Heaven is a great song, Just Like Heaven is a great song" with monkish dedication, while I've gotten in touch with my inner Morrissey on a karaoke stage in Chicago (I've been telling people for years I had a little celibate British man inside me, but most of them thought that was a metaphor). So this time out it's anybody's game. Not that we're competing or anything.
More importantly, all proceeds will benefit Ride for Life, which, in case you don't know it, is a fundraising event for STAP, a thoroughly fantastic group of folks who do HIV counseling and outreach across the Southern Tier.
Come early so you can hear stuff like A Forest and Rubber Ring. Bring friends so you can reel around the fountain and do that little Love Cats dance you do that's so durn cute. Forward this message to other folks who like goodness and dancing and other such things (those of you with listserv access would earn a special special place in my heart).
Please do come, it's been so long since we've seen you in all your finery.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Faster than Fast Update...
Hey folks. Sorry for the downtime. As mentioned before, sometimes it's a drag to spend all day doing things only to come home and write about having done them. Usually, after a whole day of the doin' stuff, it's time to drink.
But here's the situational update.
I am currently in my living room with a couple thousand used cds, all of which need to be entered into a database to be cross-referenced with the outgoing orders for new cds. Cause let's face it, we only need one copy of Wowee Zowee to start up, and if I've already got a used one, I don't need to drop money on a new one. So that's what I come home to every night. Data entry.
On site, the wall has been removed and the joint compound is drying. Once that's sanded, the last bit of painting can get done. The bathroom, back hall and front of the store have all been painted by myself and my team of experts. Luke and Shaianne, that is.
The shelving units are built and sanded, but they need to be finished. I think I've probably talked a bit about how the building material works, but what it comes down to is that they all need to be slathered in oil-based polyeurythane, which smells bloody awful. It's on my list of things to do today, but I'm mildly dreading it.
Magazine and sundry orders will be going in later this week and I may order the new stock as soon as Wednesday. The sign is being made and should get here by the end of the week, or next Monday at the latest. The thing that's worrying me right now is that the price gun I bought off eBay apparently has to be shipped from Hong Kong (price gun capital of the world, it seems) and might not get here in time. It was pretty cheap, but new ones are a little pricy. Might be a last minute buy.
Question for peoples regarding filing. I've heard two suggestions on this. One is to have no genres, all music filed in alphabetical order. This makes things easy to find and prevents the use of the term "Urban" to describe "Music Made By Black People Not Using Guitars". The other suggestion was a sort of hypergenre-ization, where things would be broken down into categories like "Post-Punk", "Twee" and "East Coast Hip-Hop". This sounds like it might be a fun project for me and Amy, and it does have the benefit of introducing stuff to people by association (e.g. "I love Matthew Sweet, but who is this Big Star band filed next to him in "Power Pop"), but does introduce problems. Like do you put the first two Wilco albums under Alt Country and the others under Krautrock?
Let me know what you think.
But here's the situational update.
I am currently in my living room with a couple thousand used cds, all of which need to be entered into a database to be cross-referenced with the outgoing orders for new cds. Cause let's face it, we only need one copy of Wowee Zowee to start up, and if I've already got a used one, I don't need to drop money on a new one. So that's what I come home to every night. Data entry.
On site, the wall has been removed and the joint compound is drying. Once that's sanded, the last bit of painting can get done. The bathroom, back hall and front of the store have all been painted by myself and my team of experts. Luke and Shaianne, that is.
The shelving units are built and sanded, but they need to be finished. I think I've probably talked a bit about how the building material works, but what it comes down to is that they all need to be slathered in oil-based polyeurythane, which smells bloody awful. It's on my list of things to do today, but I'm mildly dreading it.
Magazine and sundry orders will be going in later this week and I may order the new stock as soon as Wednesday. The sign is being made and should get here by the end of the week, or next Monday at the latest. The thing that's worrying me right now is that the price gun I bought off eBay apparently has to be shipped from Hong Kong (price gun capital of the world, it seems) and might not get here in time. It was pretty cheap, but new ones are a little pricy. Might be a last minute buy.
Question for peoples regarding filing. I've heard two suggestions on this. One is to have no genres, all music filed in alphabetical order. This makes things easy to find and prevents the use of the term "Urban" to describe "Music Made By Black People Not Using Guitars". The other suggestion was a sort of hypergenre-ization, where things would be broken down into categories like "Post-Punk", "Twee" and "East Coast Hip-Hop". This sounds like it might be a fun project for me and Amy, and it does have the benefit of introducing stuff to people by association (e.g. "I love Matthew Sweet, but who is this Big Star band filed next to him in "Power Pop"), but does introduce problems. Like do you put the first two Wilco albums under Alt Country and the others under Krautrock?
Let me know what you think.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Late Introduction...
So I nearly forgot to introduce Amy. Amy is the first No Radio employee and new participant here on the blog. Please treat her with the same slightly condescending tolerance you offer me.
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