…or maybe for the Robotigers.

As I have posted, we are trying to get to St. Louis for the World Championships.  Takes about 12 grand, all told.

We’ve gotten the registration fee of $5000 covered, but still need transportation and lodging and maybe a trip to the City Museum for the kids.

We are working on several angles for funding, but we need it by 4/21.  For you stoners, we need it by 4/20.

The team worked so hard, and maybe they don’t want me along for the ride anymore, but that’s no reason these kids can’t experience some world-class success.

So, we set up a GoFundMe site to get a little gap financing.  If you are able and willing to help out, I will see that you get a break in the upcoming zompacalypse.  Paleo has already stepped forward, and is comped.


Thanks, you breathers.

So, this happened…


Yep. That’s right. My Robotics team went to Chicago Regional without me and all I got WAS A DAMN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

Who gnu that all it takes is for me to stay the hell away?

So yeah, it’s kind of bittersweet.

Still On Fire

Posted: April 2, 2015 in Uncategorized

yes, so on fire…

much to be talked about, but I have little time and most energy is being directed to so much architecture. Here’s how much: I abandoned the robotics team for the Midwest Regional. Hey, work and shit an then the hatred other mentors have….

but oh well. In the interim, I have been listening to a Zombie Fave:

Also, in the face of Tea Party Koch control of Wisconsin, Madison becomes the first city in the country to extend civil rights to atheists, so FUCK OFF TURDWAFFLE

Moar later when I have less shit….

Other Planes Of Here

Posted: March 18, 2015 in Uncategorized


Nothing else to do this day.  I lied about the new post, but this doesn’t count as a post; long-gone bloggerhood buddy Von has always said posting a picture or a vide by itself doesn’t count.  So this post doesn’t damn count.

tech info

Note that the ground speed listed there is erroneous (due to ZombError) and the 5 FPS is actually 10+ FPS.

Yeah, we were row K for the Gaslight Anthem last night.  Wife Sublime, Rory, and some Minnesota friends, met for the first time but known for a long time.


I promised I would post this joyful clip one more time:


And since it came up in conversation after the show:



Moar later.  Maybe.


This is shaping up to be a serious month for musical geekery here at Chez Zombizzle.  Last Tuesday, we saw Unca Robyn at a 300 seat club. Last Friday, we saw Scott Wooldridge at the same club.  He is one of my favorite local musicians, and he’s got a brand new solo album out that YOU SHOULD HAVE already.


Talking to him after the show, I remarked that we both moved to Milwaukee at the same time (now he lives in MPLS, and with Wisconsin turning into Walkerstan, who can blame him?) and that he moved to make music, and I moved to go to college.  I mused, “I sold my guitar to stay in school, and you kept your guitar.  Both decisions…which one was better?”


Tonight, I went to see the Musical Box with Good Friend Rory, who lost his father last fall and his mother a couple of weeks ago.  He’s been borked as hell, and he needed something exultant and uplifting and anthemic and enveloping, warming and awesome.  Did I see him tear up during Supper’s Ready?  I’ll never tell…

Next week, we have Gaslight Anthem at the same theater, and Rory will be there along with Wife Sublime and some Imaginary Digital Friends to be Named Later.  Will it be raucous?  It damn well better!  It will be a long-anticipated first for me, but Ror has seen them before…..


But I also hope they play this one:


And then on Saturday, Rory and I are tripping down to Chi to see Wussy.  You haven’t heard of Wussy?  Well, obviously, you don’t hang at LGM….

I was into these guys when Chuck was in the Ass Ponys. And the three guitarists play my three favorite guitars:  The Fender, the Gibson Les Paul, and the Gibson SG…

After I get through THAT, I have TWO FIRST Robotics Regional events, one in Milwaukee and one in Chicago, a world premiere play by a guy that wrote for West Wing and House Of Cards, and shows by the Decemberists, TV On The Radio, and if I am still shambling, Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers….Oh, yeah, not to mention The Replacements, and a throwback show in June featuring what’s left of the Barenaked Ladies, what’s left of the Violent Femmes, and Colin Hay at one of the prettiest outdoor venues on the big puddle.

And then, we will be able to see Summerfest on the horizon, if we turn on the high beams.

You might get the idea that Good Friend Rory and I go to see a lot of shows.  You might get that idea.  But both of us have the same feelings about music, it feeds our souls and replenishes our energy; it grabs and soothes and energizes and reminds us we are alive….it is cathartic and it cauterizes wounds at the same time.  It helps us get up in the morning, and it helps us sleep at night.  It helps us soar; old and grey and stiffening; dog help us it enables us to soar.  Still….

I have an ongoing discussion with mikey about music economics, (NOT AN ARGUMENT DAMMIT!) mostly on FaceHell but that must wait, let it be, let it be

Also, there is much to be said and shouted about TurdWaffle and his misbegotten imaginary Presidential ambitions, not to mention the depredations he is inflicting upon Wisconsin, a once beautiful and progressive state.  I am thinking I may need to bring back more frequent blogging just to drain the pus he is creating within my psyche.  Expect some Fuck You Fridays, o my yes…

But all of that must be put aside Because there is MUSIC.

Many people came to Robyn Hitchcock during a brief mid-80s dalliance with MTV stardom; although he ultimately proved too weird, and the channel moved into hair metal and rap and then into reality television, so he was likely better off; who wants to see Robyn drinking the blood of Hall & Oates in an abandoned warehouse building?  I mean, besides me?

I digress.

I was introduced by a comp tape produced by an architectural student friend, Ken, who had a running competition with one of his friends who was a jock on a campus station out east.  This tape was stellar; it opening with “Pink Frost” by the Chills, then went into “Shadow Of A Doubt” by Sonic Youth.  anyway, it had three songs from the man One Particular Bastard calls Uncle Robyn:

It says something that unlike most songs, you don’t have to put the band name in the search to come up with a relevant link.  Also, I am currently all on the iTunes Radio algorithm, and it just served up a Mekons song (one that features Neko Case vox, no less!) between some Yo La Tengo.  O well played, Apple robots!

I mostly always prefer the Egyptians period of his work, but I have seen him play several times in both incarnations (he asked about the gas station visible across the street, saying he didn’t recall it from the first time he played Shank in 1991).  Saw him with the Egyptians at Summerfest once, natch…

But he is an endearingly weird and engaging performer in any format.  He is obsessed with sex, fish and death, although he also played a song more-or-less tailored for Wisconsin:

I almost passed on this show.  I am swamped with Klark Kent duties, robotics is eating my branes, and winter is consuming our souls.  But Wife Sublime questioned that decision, so I pulled the trigger and SO GLAD she made me change my mind.

He is touring with an Aussie named Emma, and although she is diminutive, she has amazing pipes and she joined him for several songs.  Their voices blended wonderfully; but the real payoff was when they brought out Yvonne, ostensibly their driver, for the final song.  Their encores were all covers, and while one might expect them to be the covers on his recent album (The Crystal Ship and The ghost In You, for the record) ONE WOULD BE WRONG.  One of them was Love Hurts, and actually my favorite cover of that is by Milwaukee expatriate Kevn Kinney (yes I spelled that right, dammit)….

…umm, where was I?  O yeah, the final song.  The three of them, Robyn, Emma and Yvonne did an AMAZING version of Brother Lou’s song “Pale Blue Eyes”, trading verses and join on the choruses and was it sweet?  You tell me, but if you don’t think so, we might as well fight right now.  As I told Wife Sublime, I could sit there drinking beer and listening to the three of them sing songs all damn night…

plus, I need to have my hairdresser work my melon into this hairstyle.  Dammit, my hair is almost PERFECT.  maybe a bit more wavy.  But we can make it happen:


I have mentioned that I had been on the periphery of the Milwaukee music scene in the 80s and 90s.  The owner of Shank Hall is an acquaintance of mine from college days – I did load-ins and load-outs for the gigs he booked on campus, and once spent a drunken afternoon setting up his expansive entertainment system in his apartment (he is legendarily fumble-thumbs).  I knew the sound guy working tonight, and later this week we are seeing one of my favorite local artists, Scott Wooldridge at the same damn place we were tonight.

I have seen Scott and his bands since they moved up here from Indiana, and helped them finance both his solo album and the upcoming Wooldridge Brothers album…I have requested a long-dormant song (named after a street we lived on at the time) and Scott has said he will see if he can dredge up the chords.  But hell, since I am credited as a “Contributing Producer” on his album, maybe it will happen!

I have had a not-wonderful early 2015, but as anyone who reads this bloggo knows, nothing evens my keel like music, especially live music.  I have like 8 shows in the next 4 weeks, several with one of my best friends; one of them is Wussy in Chicago, for which both of us are so stoked that we are willing to STAY SOBER ENOUGH TO DRIVE HOME!

Wife Sublime and I are in love with live performances; she leans toward theater, and I lean toward music.  Both of us, however, are completely captivated by the efforts of artists on some kind of stage, blowing their best out at you; the electricity of performer connecting with an audience is one of the best things humans do.  It connects us; it grounds us.  It reminds us that we are social, it reminds us that we are all artists.  In certain cases, it inspires some of us to stand up, to pick up a guitar or a script or a paintbrush or a camera or….whatever.  It reminds us that humans, despite all evidence to the contrary, are still a Creative bunch.

OK, that creativity includes the Romantics.  Shit.