Dead Computers, Greyhound Duchesses and a Fund for Destiny’s Ed

September 29th, 2008 by edshepp

What a weekend. While the grönt is pretty much gone from mitt hår, and the mold in the bathroom is as under control as it will get (I suppose), my computer died. I MIGHT be able to grab some of the files from it to restore, but I’m not at all hopeful. The lesson: NEVER ever ever ever ever buy a Dell. I reiterate: Never buy a Dell. I reiterate once again for the search engines: Dells are crapNEVER buy one. I’ll extend that to all PCs, as a matter of fact, since I’m sure that the computer died solely because it was perhaps 1 hour over warranty (which means it lasted probably 50 minutes longer than it usually would have). So now I’m planning to replace it with a Mac. (Did I mention never buy a Dell? Because if you’re googling Dell and see this, take heed. DO. NOT. BUY.) Olyckligtvis, shelling out all the money for a Mac will obliterate any plans I had of visiting the land not of my ancestors: Scandinavia, specifically Stockholm or Copenhagen. Sigh. :( So I’ve created, “Save Karen”-style, a donation link where anyone can plop in donations for me to buy a plane ticket. If not in November, then in February, as a birthday present. If everyone just puts 10 cents into the fund, I’ll have enough to buy half a donut. But if everyone puts in 20 dollars, or 100 dollars, or 800 dollars, then I’ll have my flight. And if everyone puts in $60,000, I could actually fly first-class. Anyway, here’s the button link. Go on, click it! Go on, click it! And if you donate a goodly amount, you can receive one of the following gifts: $50: a copy of my CD Five, since I have about a jillion left over, and a DVD with all the Ed Shepp mp3s I can scrounge up, including all the separate mixes from The Madonna Within EP and my cover of Umbrella. $100: The same discs, with a small home perfume oil sample with notes of caramel and spiced pear. $200: The CDs/DVDs, the home fragrance, and Ed Shepp T-shirt, and I’ll hang out with you for 3 hours and inspire you with zillions of ideas and bombast you with personality. (This is really only available to people in the New York area, but it’s transferable and won’t expire for a long time. Of course, said hanging out must occur in a public place, and not one of those crowded bars that I hate. And you can video/audtiotape it, but you cannot use the footage commercially.) $600: Everything mentioned before, and I’ll put you in an Ed Shepp Radio Experiment podcast. $900: Everything mentioned before, and I’ll record a song about you. So there we have them. Donate now! Donate now!! Click the button below:


Ok, so that’s the fund. Now back to just a mention of more things mundane. I saw that movie The Duchess last week. It stars Keira Knightley’s face and a metric ton of $7000/yard fabric. I think I found it good. I say “I think” because it seemed like a good movie, but something about it left me a little empty; it felt a little incomplete. It may have been the pacing–at times I felt like I’d been watching it for 14 years, in some weird Groundhog Day-like accident of timespace. At other times I actually felt moved. And at other times, I actually felt like…. (wait for it…) ….I felt like I could believe in Love. Interestingly, one of the main things you take from the movie is that you can’t believe in Love-with-a-capital-L. Love does not conquer all. Sorry, Virginia. The movie is a BBC production, by the way, so you don’t see any gratuitous T&A, which I suppose is all well and good, because Keira Knightly doesn’t seem to have much of either to offer. Someone i Sverige said that she needs to engage in a cake-eating marathon. and while I couldn’t ever really not endorse such a thing, she just has such a pretty face…. Why ruin it so soon? Time will have its due soonly enough. And speaking of her face, one of the people I saw the movie with, who, it turned out, was fond of using archaic language and making arcane references that no one who was in our party got, kept marveling at it, saying that she looked “like a greyhound.” Uhhhhh….. what exactly does that mean??? Greyhounds are beautiful, to be sure, but it’s not exactly, er, “customary” to compare a beautiful woman’s face to… a dog. I think he meant she looked beautiful; but it’s just an odd reference. I wish I’d countered with something like, “Actually, I think she looked quite like the Weimeraners that one photographer does–you know, the ones posed like people…. with human hands.” Oh yes, and another thing about the BBC-ness of it: one thing you can say about most Hollywood movies is that the post-production people know their way around color correction. Have you ever seen Elizabeth: The Golden Age, for instance? Those colors POP!! Like BLAO in your face!!!! I don’t think I’ve ever seen orange so…. ORANGE. So Hollywood does a great job with bold, amazing color. This movie does not offer that. Yes, it’s beautiful, and you can see the gorgeous colors in the expensive fabrics, but the color doesn’t leap off the screen and whack you in the face with a metaphorical frying pan.

All things considered, it was a good movie. I don’t know if I’d see it again, though. Mark Baratelli thought it stunk, but I never felt like I got out of him his reasoning for why he hated it.

Anyway, that’s the gzoomce for now. More beeping coming at ya laters. And don’t forget to donate, you cheap pigeonhead!! (LOVE ME!!!!!!)

Beep!
Ed Shepp

The Bitching Hour

September 20th, 2008 by edshepp

It’s no secret. I hate New York City. I’ve been here too damn long, and I’ve grown to loathe the place. And it seems to give me a new reason to hate it every day. And yes, I would move —but for the forseeable future, barring some miracle, I’m trapped. So to everyone who says, “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just leave?” I say, “Go fuck yourself with a hot poker, then jump off a building and die alongside your tired cliches.”

Reason of the week: The F train. What’s the point of the F train? Lately they’ve been suspending service and deciding to skip stops willy-nilly. Why have the train at all?!? I’ve walked 20 blocks at least 3 times in the past week. So in case you were wondering, Brooklyn is every bit as infuriating as Manhattan, just for different reasons. (Naturligtvis, this got me wondering what the subways were like i Sverige. So I asked people for their opinions and pictures, figuring that I’d hear the usual refrain: “The trains are horrible; they’re never on time……” I heard the opposite from EVERY PERSON: “The trains are extremely efficient, always on time, clean….” and the pictures of the stations were DAZZLING. You have no idea. And looking at them, I can be nearly 100000000000000% sure that they don’t stink of urine and godknowswhatelse the NYC ones stink of. But that’s for another entry.)

Reason of the day: I thought, “Well, the world is going down in flames, so I might as well indulge that long-held fantasy and become …blond. Or at least a lighter brunet.” So I went to a salon. A SALON. And I pointed to the shade I wanted, which was actually DARKER than the maximum lightness I could achieve with a single process (because a double process was ludicrously priced, considering my hair length). I pointed to an ASH shade. ASH means the hair has a color like ASH. ASH is what’s left over when you burn something. It’s GREY. It’s not colorful. So ASH in hair terms means a very subdued hair color. Basically the POLAR OPPOSITE of gold. I pointed to ash and had confidence that the person knew what she was doing, since she’s a fucking hairstylist and her own hair was colored. Moreover, she was Japanese, so I figured she had experience with high-lift bleaching. And I told her, “I have a lot of red in my hair, so I want an ash shade.” But I was confident it would come out nice; and all the books say that if you want to lift 3 shades or more, you should go to a professional, which is what I thought I did. So it gets all finished, and voila! My hair is a reddish golden brown*. WHAT! THE! FUCK! In fact, it was only a litte MORE gold than when I used a fucking bottle of L’Oreal True Brunettes, at $9 for the box. So I got BETTER results at home than from a salon?!?!?!?? I’d expect to come out with Puerto Rican orange in Tallahassee, but not in New York. Now I have to either apply shitloads of blue-green temporary color in the hopes of creating grey or verdigris or doo-doo brown; dye it darker; shave it off; or bleach it again (paying even MORE money for a salon is out of the question). All because I had confidence in a frickin’ salon.

The first thing to take from this story: Don’t go to Hisako Salon on 7th avenue. The second thing: Don’t ever bother with a salon. Have a friend bleach your hair and figure out how to tone it on your own. You’ll get better results for cheaper. I’ve had my hair dyed professionally twice now, and both times were total disasters. The first was when I had it done plum in college. Well, the person never got the black off the ends, so I went back twice to have them correct it and ended up with a pile of fried straw on my head. The second was today.

So thanks, New York, for giving me enough reasons for 40 lifetimes to despise you. I always thought jokingly that the best thing about living in New York would be leaving it, but now I think it’s actually the truest sentiment I’ve ever had.

(Of course, I’ll probably think completely differently tomorrow. Probably because I’ll be high off toxic bleach fumes from trying to kill the mold in the bathroom. YAY, New York!!!! You’re SO Sex and the City!!!)

And that’s today’s bitching hour. For more bitching hour, just talk to me any day of the week.

Beep
E

*Duh, the picture is a rough approximation. No, there’s NOT a button in Photoshop that magically changes your haircolor to exactly what you pictured in your mind. Life is not that Barbie video game, Sherella.

The Great Apartment Search of 2008

July 4th, 2008 by edshepp

This is the story of The Great Apartment Search of 2008. 

After
four years of living in my great li’l room on the UWS (or maybe it was
Harlem or Morningside Heights–who knows…), the time had finally come
for my roommate to go off to business school, leaving me to find
another place to live. Sigh… To help me in my search was my friend
Mark Baratelli, who was going to fly here in June and look with me.
Initially I was hopeful about that, but there was a miscommunication:
For some reason, I was under the impression that Mark was taking a
break from the tour he was on, and would only be here for a week. When
he got here and said he’d had auditions lined up, I thought, "He’s only
here for auditions! I am shocked and appalled!" So I decided it was
time for me to at least start the search for a room and at least cover
my bases.

I
thought a good enough place to start was to create a
person-seeking-room ad and put it on craigslist. After all, that type
of ad had worked for my friend Lorenzo; it had never worked for me, but
I guess there could be a first for anything, right? So I decided I
would put up an ad, but I better try to sell myself a little–mention
some selling points (the fact that I like animals; my collection of
artificial Christmas trees) and illustrate them with photographs. Some
of the photos I, er, ‘adjusted’ for comic effect (eg adding Nicole
Kidman and other celebrities into pictures from my parties), but most
of them were just adjusted for vivid color. (Yeah, I’m all about color
and contrast.)

The
plan, after I’d composed the ad (which I did here on terapad, to make
formatting and cutting and pasting easier), was to put it up and then
tell my roommate to send it to gawker
as a tip. I figured if they published it, it would make it that much
easier to find a place; frankly, however, I thought the odds of it
actually being posted were one in a zillion. But that was the plan.
Here is the ad as it appeared on craigslist:



Easy-going guy seeking room in Brooklyn or surrounding area
 

Hi
there! I’m Ed, and I’m seeking a (cheap) room in a safe part of
Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Jersey City or Hoboken. I’m looking to
move at the beginning of July, possibly mid-July, but I’d consider
moving sometime in June if necessary. I’m quiet, creative, wacky, laid
back, respectful, tidy-but-not-OCD-about-it, interesting to talk to,
and not constantly at home. I’m hoping to find a roommate I can get
along with–not a best friend, but someone that hopefully will become a
friend. It would be great to find someone creative, especially someone
into music, podcasting or video art–perhaps we could collaborate on
things. On that note, let me tell you a little more about me:

I
don’t have any pets of my own, but I am an animal lover. I grew up
around dogs, and now I live with a cat, which is my roommate’s. Here’s
the photographic evidence:

I
also read, so it’s pretty likely that if we move in together we’ll have
something to talk about. Or we can share books. I also have a few DVDs.
Let’s have a look at some of my books and DVDs now (you’ll notice that
I’m an Amy Sedaris fan; hopefully that means that we have a similar
sense of humor):

I like to consider myself cultured and broad-minded.  Behold me in Paris reveling in the local cuisine:

In
addition to reading, my hobbies including making the occasional CD and
doing some radio. I had a show for a while on the air on WFMU called The Ed Shepp Radio Experiment.
Once I get settled in a new place, I plan to go back to doing the show
in podcast form. If you’re interested in audio and the like, maybe we
could work together on brainstorming themes and coming up with ideas.
Who knows? Here are some bloops about my show and CDs and a snapshot of
a column I wrote once upon a time for a Swiss newspaper:

And
while I’m often pretty quiet, I do like to have fun, and I’m certainly
not opposed to the occasional party. Here are some snapshots from
parties my roommate and I have hosted in the past few years.

Here’s me with Tionna Smalls of Talk Dat Ish Entertainment and my friend Jason:

And here are some pictures of our regular friends at some of our parties:

But enough about me.  Let’s talk about what I can do for you.

Firstly,
I have a few concrete things that I can offer if I find the right
roommate. I have a globe, a never-used Sonicare toothbrush, some
never-used teeth bleach, and a small bottle of perfume (which I tried
to give away as gifts, but people didn’t want them because they thought
it was something I made myself and therefore cheap and crappy.
Actually, it was Marc Jacobs’s Grass, which I put into smaller bottles
so I could give more away. Alas!) Picture below:

If
those aren’t appealing, well, I do have a teensy bit of skill in
Photoshop, so I could help you, say, make your Christmas cards or
whatnot, maybe like in the picture below:

If
that doesn’t interest you, how about this: I do volunteer at a radio
station, so I have access to gajillions of mp3s; how about a DVD of a
few gigs of new, old, weird, obscure, or whatever music? Or how about a
podcast dedicated to you? All possible for the right roommate situation.

Oh, and one more thing.  Check out the fake Christmas/holiday trees (and jack-o-lanterns) I’ve got.  Who could resist?!?

But if ALL THIS doesn’t move you, consider the plea from my two pets-who-don’t-poop (also known as uglydolls):

OK,
so if this intrigues you, and you think I might be a cool person to
live with, and you have a cheap (like seriously cheap, like under $700
cheap) room, email me at helpedfindahome -AT- gmail -d0t- com.
I can give you references if you need them too. Or you can also email
me if you think it’d be cool to collaborate or hang out or what not.

Lastly, if you really feel that you need to learn more about me, you can check out my links below:

www.myspace.com/edshepp
www.wfmu.org/playlists/es
edshepp.blogspot.com

Thanks! Hope to hear from you soon!
Ed       



So I finished making that post Sunday night, and then Monday morning
created the craigslist ad, which I immediately sent to my roommate with
instructions to send it to gawker. I really didn’t think they were
going to publish it–I mean, it’s not a celebrity sighting or anything
like that–and I checked the site periodically through the day to see
if it did get published, but no such luck. I did, however, start
getting a few responses from the ad, so it seemed to be working out. (I
didn’t really expect to get responses from the ad anyway–I didn’t
think people actually checked the "rooms wanted" section, or wherever I
posted it–but my friend Lorenzo had had luck with craigslist postings
like that, so I figured it was worth a try. Anyway, I went home
thinking it hadn’t been published, but that everything would work out
anyway.

Imagine
my surprise when my roommate told me that gawker had published the ad,
apparently while I had been on the subway home. It was entertaining
reading the comments. Some were funny–someone compared Catner to an
ocelot (had to look that one up); some weren’t so funny, like the
person who criticized the picture in my article where I’d put my Amy
Sedaris stuff. The comment implied that I was trying to look unique by
displaying the fact that I appreciate Amy Sedaris, when in fact that
would make me anything but unique. Do I need even to say that the
comment completely missed the point? Because if I’m looking for a
roommate, shouldn’t I stress what we have in common, rather than what makes me unique?  So yeah, that’s why I showed the Amy Sedaris stuff, rather than, say, The Secret of Scent or that book I have by Slavoj Zižek.

Here’s the gawker post, sans comments: 



urban anthropology, craigslist, tionna smalls, top

Please Help the Awesomest Kid Ever Find Awesome Roommate

Meet Ed Shepp! He’s looking for a home in "a safe part of Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Jersey City or Hoboken." A cheap home. Like, cheap. "Like seriously cheap, like under $700." As we learn from his Craigslist posting, he’s friends with Tionna, for one! (Our popular erstwhile advice columnist, Tionna Smalls.)
He is adorable, dragging out all his media and tchotchkes for digicam
show-and-tell! In an effort to be servicey, we procured a roommate
reference for him, straight from Ms. Tionna herself:

Says
Tionna, pictured with Ed, below: "Ed and I definitely know each other.
That picture is from his amazing Christmas party he had in NYC. I think
you should definitely feature this on Gawker. Everyone is looking for a
roommate and he would be a fabulous one especially because he is a
talented musician. He is definitely fabulous."


Cool!
In case you are also looking for a new place, here are the things Ed
likes to read: "Let’s have a look at some of my books and DVDs now
(you’ll notice that I’m an Amy Sedaris fan; hopefully that means that
we have a similar sense of humor.)" Also (not pictured): "Here are some
bloops about my show and CDs and a snapshot of a column I wrote once
upon a time for a Swiss newspaper."


Won’t somebody help him out? He has references!

[Craigslist]


So
that was the post. I was a little taken aback at being referred to as a
"kid," since I don’t think I’ve fit into that category for about, oh,
15 years, but it was cute. Needless to say, after that post went up,
the responses started to flood in, which of course was great.
I also, however, emailed everyone I knew to check out the post. After
all, it’s not everyday someone like li’l ol’ me gets on gawker, right?

And
then one thing started leading to another, and I found other people who
were looking, and eventually had assembled a coterie of about 6 people
who were all doing some part to look for a place. It was also at that
point that things got a little awkward with my friend Mark–after I
explained to a friend that he was here for the week looking at places,
he clarified that he wasn’t here for just the week, but indeed until
the end of the month or however long it took. Oh. That turned out to be
good news, though, because I genuinely would have liked to find a place
with people I’ve known for some time, rather than any a stranger. But I
figured that whatever will be will be, and decided to look both with
Mark et al. and on myne own.

Moving
on then…. Since I’d sent news of my gawker mention to everyone, and
everyone included Pseu Braun, she posted my mention on the WFMU blog,
which must have thrown some extra traffic toward the post, and did in
fact result in another person joining the group of us looking for a
place. Here’s Pseu’s post:


WFMU’s Ed Shepp Gets Gawk’d

Shepp_2<>WFMU associate, Ed Shepp
in actual time as his reality begins to fold in on itself and create
ripples into the fourth dimension. You see, this brilliant and
perpetually excited young man (and by young, I mean younger than me) innocently placed
this innocuous ad for a roommate on craigslistnyc. Who’da thunk the postiest-post mawdernz at Gawker would finally pick up the hotline on this guy (can you say HELLO??) years after his radio listeners, Time Out NY and Vice
mag have, creating what Ed would surely term "gwakloads of melisma"!?
I”ll simply disregard the faint essence of attitude-doody and
rightfully bitter New York renter’s comments on the Gawker
blurb and push my way to the front to proclaim that Mr. Shepp is
absolutely genuine in his pursuit of a reasonable rent-share and was
even willing to learn about *gasp* New Jersey pricing! I
swear if I thought he wouldn’t mind my regular drunken caftan’d and
turbaned tirades ala Ruth Roman/Susan Hayward I’d move Ed into my spare
room in Jersey in a Beep! Maybe this
Other Ed Shepp can help our boy find his dream digs.

 

Posted by Pseu Braun on June 10, 2008 at 10:56 AM in DJ Crap, New York City, Pseu’s Posts, The Internet | 



And
thus the search began. I got an email a few days later from the person
at gawker who’d done the original post, asking for an update when I
found a place. So I’ll skip all the search details here and go straight
to the update, which excerpts my email update:


 making it, craigslist, not afraid to be servicey, urban anthropology

We Helped the Awesomest Kid Ever Find an Apartment for Under $700

In an attempt to be servicey (and atone for our sins), we posted the awesomest Craiglist apartment-seeking ad ever—it was a riot of nerdy kookiness. Musician Ed Shepp (our erstwhile advice columnist Tionna Smalls’ buddy) was absolutely deluged
with responses! To refresh your memory, he was looking for something
cheap, "like seriously cheap, like under $700." (In case you think
that’s impossible, come to my place—I have achieved it.) Read on,
because Ed has, too—"Thanks in great part to Gawker!" He’s also
included a computer rendering of what he hopes to turn his backyard
into, complete with a menagerie of plastic lawn ornaments.

"I
found a home! I dropped off the deposit last night, so it’s all on the
level now. It’s in Brooklyn, at the 15th St. Prospect Park stop; it’s
under $700 (actually a great price, but I don’t want to publicize that
widely). It’s a great brownstone with two cool roommates, Haiyen and
Lindsey.



I didn’t have to look at many places, either. Here’s how it went down:

My
first two places: the buzzer didn’t work at the first, so I stood
around looking a tourist or something, wishing I had a pink cake to cry
into…

Then my friend was having lunch at some restaurant, and
the waiter told him that there was a room avail in his building. We saw
it that night—a GORGEOUS loft in Bed-Stuy, right off the Morgan stop, I
think… The rent was something that came out to just over $500 for 4
people (and we had 4 people), so I said, "We want it."

This I
said in front of someone we’ll call "Blustafson," a very good-looking
but quiet guy sitting playing on the computer. The person leaving the
apartment said that "technically it’s Blustafson’s call, because he’s
here now…" And I had to whisper, "Is that Blustafson?" I think he
finally looked up at this point, and the temperature dropped 20 degrees
in the room.

…The next place I looked at was a $500 room… It
was also in an interesting neighborhood, right on the Nostrand stop on
the A, which felt in some ways like a Caribbean version of Canal St. I
went into some great sneaker store and got these awesome sneaks for
$19.90. A lot of great sneakers for uner $20. Don’t know how they do
it—don’t care.

Then I went in one of those cheap stores that
sell everything, and they had deodorants that I’d never seen marketed
in mainstream stores and shorts for $5 and the like. Then I went into
this oil and candle shop—because I’m a scent nut—and I was looking at
the large selection of oils, and I asked if I could smell them. The guy
said they were "not for perfume; for special purposes." But the perfume
oils, of which there were a MUCH smaller selection, were on the other
shelf. I turned back to the "special purposes" oils and he reiterated
his previous point, adding that they were for "religious purposes." Oh.
I should have known, considering one was called "voodoo."

The next day I saw the place I got—a gorgeous brownstone on the outskirts of the Park Slope area."

Congratulations, Ed! Oh, but one caveat: the house comes with this:
oscar.jpg

 




So
that was that. Obviously it’s not the comprehensive account of every
place I looked at and doesn’t mention any last names or such, but it’s
the gist of it. What it leaves out is one apartment that I looked at in
Ridgewood (a referral from Maria Levitsky)
that I considered but ended up not taking in the end; and also a great
place in Washington Heights which I was pretty much settled on taking
with my friend Mark before I saw the place in Park Slope. Since I’d
pretty much expressed my interest in that place before taking the Park
Slope one, another awkward moment came up when I had to say that I’d
found another place. Later it became even more awkward when Mark
decided he’d rather not take the Washington Heights place (which I
still think is a great deal). Luckily, the room in Ridgewood was still
free, so he took that. So in the end, it worked out. Sorta. For some of
us. Um, yeah.

And HERE are the pictures that I sent but didn’t make it into the gawker update:

Behold my new roomies, Lindsey and Haiyen: 

And Haiyen on a mechanical bull, and a shot of the house, obviously taken in cooler weather:

   

And, of course, not to be remiss, I should mention the coverage of the whole thing on my friend’s blogs:

Mark Baratelli

Jason Atkins

And that’s the story of the Great Apartment Search of 2008!

……AND if you’ve made it THIS FAR in this crazy long entry, enjoy the very brief video Mark Baratelli took of me out-singing Celine Dion:


Beep!
Ed Shepp

radio show + mp3s + CDs + myspace + article + all the other links

The Madonna Within EP

May 31st, 2008 by edshepp

Ed Shepp - The Madonna Within EPAloha, gzeeplets!  Welcome to the post for my latest offering, The Madonna Within EP.

OK, Before we get to the story behind the project, here are the mp3s. Click HERE to download a zip file of the entire EP, encoded at 128kbps (~20Mb).  Or click here to download the zip file at CD quality.
OR click below for the individual songs—click the 320kbps link to
download the high-quality file; click the 128kbps to download the
average-quality file.

1. Beautiful Stranger (320kbps)  (128kbps)

2.  Love Tried to Welcome Me (320kbps)  (128kbps)

3. La Isla Bonita (320kbps)  (128kbps)

4. I’m Not Cool Enough to Listen to the White Stripes (the Madonna within mix) (320kbps)  (128kbps)

And a couple alternate mixes:

5. Love Tried to Welcome Me (Softly) (320kbps)  (128kbps)

6. I’m Not Cool Enough to Listen to the White Stripes (the Madonna without mix) (320kbps)  (128kbps)

There we go.  Now let’s talk about the EP.  Overshare time!

What’s an EP?  According to Wikipedia, "An Extended play (EP) is a vinyl record or CD
which contains more music than a single, but is too short to qualify as
an album." I grew up in the 80s, so I remember having vinyl
records–12-inch dance singles (which sparked my lerv for remixing
& glitching), a Footloose picture disc, and that David Lee Roth EP with Just a Gigolo
on it. When I bought it, I thought "extended play" meant remixes; but
no, for some reason it meant "4 songs or so." Whahappah?! At the time I
was a li’l peeved, but it must’ve stuck in my mind, because "releasing
an EP" became one of those things I always wanted to do in my imagined
popstar life, like doing a "concept album" or a spread in Playgirl or coming out with a line of vitamins or something.

Why
Madonna covers? Well, why not? I love doing cover versions–they’re
often pretty quick to put together, and you can put your own spin on
them; plus, (and this is just my theory here) people can be more easily
persuaded to actually listen to them. Not to imply that I’m putting myself in the same league as these people, but I heart the various versions of Smells Like Teen Spirit, Umbrella, Baby One More Time, etc.   I also love the different versions of Like A Prayer, like Bigod 20’s and John Wesley Harding’s
versions. Which brings us to the other half of the question–why
Madonna? Well, again, I’m a child of the 80s. Behold me in my full 80s
horror (this picture is from a Prince-inspired idea I had of wearing
only purple, white or black. Ugh. I still remember someone making a
joke about me wearing "disposable clothing.") So anyway, yeah, I grew
up listening to Madonna songs. And I had (and still have, sigh) friends
obsessed with Madonna. (I reiterate—sigh.) Also, her music is so
ubiquitous that pretty much everyone knows or likes at least one song.
Furthermore, they’re not exactly the most difficult ones to sing–I
don’t think Madonna has ever put gwakloads of melisma into any
performance.

Moreover, I already had ideas for Madonna covers.  One idea was for a version of Nobody’s Perfect.  I thought that it, with its out-of-control auto-tune,
sounded something like an artificial intelligence experiment gone awry.
The song is sung from the point of view of a robot that’s just been
given emotion which it cannot control and massacres all the scientists
developing it. Of course, then the robot feels sorry and sings the song
about nobody being perfect. I thought it would be cool to remake the
song like that, with audio clips to suggest the backstory. It was
actually on the list of songs to do, but I decided eventually not to do
it, because the song (let’s face it) is pretty dull, even if it has a
backstory and all that. Another song that I wanted to do but didn’t
make the final cut was Like A Prayer–I wanted to combine the acoustic guitar sound of the John Wesley Harding version with a hard beat like the one I used in Swamp.
I ended up not doing that one because I didn’t feel as strongly about
it as the other songs. As for other songs I might have liked to do,
there’s Inside of Me and Bedtime Story,
the former because it reminds me of a few people who’ve died, the
latter because it’s just such a cool song. But since I didn’t have much
of a point of view for those songs, and not much to really add, I
decided not to do them. Oh, and I always thought it would be fun to do American Life (such a bad song–I wonder if the song she stole it from [allegedly--fascinating and bizarre link] was any better), but I sort of incorporated that into La Isla Bonita, so yeah.

But enough of the songs I didn’t do; let’s talk about the ones I did…

Beautiful Stranger[click for lyrics]
I just think this is a great song. It’s one of my favorite Madonna
songs–I love the arrangement, and if I’d not done it, I might have
thought that I had nothing to add to it, that it was absolutely perfect
the way it was. Now that I’m finished with it, of course, I’m very
pleased with how it turned out, and I think I brougth my own aesthetic
to it. Why did I choose this particular song? Well, I know that it had
become something of a ’signature song’ for me, but I can’t really
explain why. Partly because I sang it all the time at the radio station
while waiting for files to process or whatnot. Partly because I like to
change the lyrics to make them Ed-centric. Example: "To know Ed, to
know Ed is to love Ed… You’re Ed-vrywhere
I go…." In the end, the song becomes something of a song about
myself, as if I’m the beautiful stranger. Or as if there’s a part of me
that is a beautiful stranger to myself. I suppose you could read a lot
into that if you wanted to. One of things that I’m reminded of when I
think of that interpretation of the song is when my friend Mark was
learning the song Where or When for an audition.
("And so it seems that we have met before, and laughed before, and
loved before… but who knows where or when?") His vocal coach told him
to sing it as if he were singing to himself. I kind of like singing Beautiful Stranger
in that way–it’s an interesting interpretation. Oh, and one more
reason why I chose this song: I’ve already performed it, sort-of, live
on The Ed Shepp Radio Experiment as part of one of the fundraising shows I did.
Another reason why it’s a signature song of mine. I thought that since
I’ve performed it already, I might as well do it right and make a big
production of it. So I did. And I even name-checked my hometown at the
end. ("You came here from Florida, and brought the beep from Mount Dora…")  Booyah!!

The
processing in the song: I fell in love with a lot of the instruments
that I used to create the song. I love the choir-type voices, the
celesta-type sound which I wanted to sound like a toy piano, the
brass-type sound that you sometimes hear in it, and of course the
tubular bell (one of my all-time favorite sounds; so is the "boing"
sound effect in "dancing all over the place"). I’m also very pleased
with all the beeping, and most especially with the timpani that comes
in around the "Ed-vrywhere I go" parts. Ever since I heard a timpani
used in both Bjork’s Human Behavior and the bottom heavy dub mix of Madonna’s Human Nature, I’ve always wanted to use the sound in something.  I think in Beautiful Stranger
is makes the song even more fun. Oh, and the drums: these were just
drums I was using as a temporary file to check out the vocals and
stuff; I hadn’t intended to use them in the final mix. But the more I
listened to it, the more I liked it. The song is at 122bpm, so I think
a driving beat works pretty well for it. So I kept the drums mostly
simple, and I’m really pleased with how they came out.

Love Tried to Welcome Me[click for lyrics]
OK, I must confess–I can relate to this song. Sure, maybe it’s not the
best, most moving song in the world, but in that tumultuous time when I
was dating and all, I found that the song really spoke to me. I guesss
in a way it still does, as I realize that finding a relationship and
getting married just isn’t important to me like it seems to be to other
people. To paraphrase Bjork, I definitely enjoy solitude;
perhaps I’m overly wedded to my own independence. Or perhaps I’m just
rambling. Anyway, I’ve always felt this song was under-rated, so that’s
one reason I wanted to record it. Another reason would be that I have
very little somber pieces in my repertoire, so I thought this would be
a nice addition.

As for the processing in the song, I originally
wanted it to sound very natural, but, as I am wont to do, changed my
mind as I worked on it, going with a very electro sound. I’m very
pleased with the vocoded parts. I also like the instrumentation, which
in my head started out as a very simple recorder-type instrument
playing the parts. But when I heard some of the wind instruments that I
could use for the song, I chose to use a flute and piccolo for the main
parts of the song and went with an electronic sound for the baseline,
which alone sounds very haunting (you can hear this more in the softer mix).  I flattened the echoes a little too to try to give the song a more ‘blue‘ feel.

La Isla Bonita. [click for lyrics]
With this song, I wanted to re-imagine it as a tragedy. The backstory
here is that we have a transgender "woman" (male-to-female) sitting in
a run-down apartment, despondent over something we don’t know. We hear
the sound of her refrigerator humming and various household noises,
plus a television set in the background. We hear her crying, and from
the television set we hear an announcer talking about a story to air at
11 about the "new hallucinogenic drug ravaging the transgender
community."
(I’m amused by the idea of snorting Calgon), and it’s supposed to make
those who use it, at least the MTF transgender ones, feel "like The
drug is called Calgonreal girls." Then the announce says, "And now back
to Tyra" and we hear The Trya Banks Show
(a show which arguably epitomizes depressing, brain-dead daytime TV,
and one which presumably would appeal to the transgendered, since Tyra
Banks, with her wigs and
being 9 feet tall and all, is practically a drag queen herself).
Interestingly, I think in the clip she’s talking about one of her
biggest beauty secrets, which is, go figure, Vaseline.
Anyway, the woman in the song mutters (of course), "Calgon, take me
away" (I couldn’t resist that one) and snorts it. Quickly thereafter
the music from the song fades in and she starts singing.

I meant
it to be evident that this girl isn’t relating to this song because
she’s actually been to any sort of tropical island, so I mangled the
Spanish wherever I could. Except, of course, for the title, which
pretty much everyone knows. I want to convey there that she’s clinging
to a corny Madonna song to escape her reality, but she’s also
conflating the song’s content with her reality. Under the influence of
this new drug, she believes that she’s been to this island. At least,
until, she gets to the bridge of the song, where we hear the song start
to collapse (the vocoded background vocals flatten, etc.) as she gets
to the line "…a boy loves a girl." Here she crashes down from her
high, from two factors: 1) the high doesn’t last very long, which I
guess in a sense would make it like hallucinogenic crack and 2) the
realization that she is not, in fact, a girl at all, which is a
buzzkill. At this point you hear her break down again (and you hear
Tyra talking aboug Spanx) and she snorts more of the drug. Then the
music fades back in and she resumes singing.

I tried to make her
sound as if she were breaking further with reality as the song
continued, but that she was also connected to her sadness. So she’s not
"high" in a traditional sense; she’s more in a "mixed state," some
combination of despair, euphoria and agitation. Anyway, at the very
end, I thought that nothing (nothing but nothing) could convey her
despair more than a rendition of the rap from American Life.
Cuz really, is there any lower point than that? And the last line about
nothing being what it seems helps illuminate her experience; but mostly
I liked the idea of adding that because in a pop music sense it’s
almost the very essence of tragedy. Can we agree that the rap in American Life is the worst thing Madonna has ever done (musically, at least), tongue-in-cheek or not?  (I would even include "Wild Dancing" here.) Discuss.

A
note about processing: You’ll notice that the vocals in the song are
not pitch-corrected within an inch of their life. This is intentional.
The singer is not supposed to sound good. So I just sung the song in in
one take, with no practice. Not that I had to worry about sounding bad
enough–I’m far from a good singer. But I definitely did NOT want
the song to sound like a good singer trying to sound bad. I’ve heard
that so many times before, and it’s tiring. I like the way my version
came out–I’m sure it’s cringeworthy to someone with good ears, but
it’s not supposed to sound good. As for the instrumentation, I wanted
it to sound lush, and even disorganized toward the end. I also wanted
it to build every time it began, since the music isn’t real per se, but
only part of the singer’s hallucination. I did a lot of doubling of
instruments to try to get the right sound, and for the most part I’m
pleased with it, especially the part where the full drums come in–the
effect I was going for there was this: when the bass and the drums
first come in, they’re supposed to sound puny, so I gutted a lot of low
frequencies from the bass guitar and kept the drums low in the mix. So
the listener is supposed to think it sounds crappy, but then be
surprised when the full drums and bass come in. I hope I achieved that.
Unfortunately, I don’t feel like I really achieved the full effect on
some of the vocals–I wanted there to be more echo in the end, to
really give an impression of ‘otherworldliness,’ so to speak, but I
just didn’t have the time to delve enough into that, and I feared it
would muddy the mix beyond recognition. Alas! Maybe with the next song
of this sort….

I’m Not Cool Enough to Listen to the White Stripes (the Madonna within mix). [click for lyrics]  I’m not sure that you can really call this a cover version.  It’s inspired by the beast within mix of Justify My Love, (hence my "Madonna within" mix and EP title), in which Madonna basically read excerpts from the Book of Revelation
and interspersed them with some lyrics from JML. The music in the mix
is actually pretty boring–some sitars I think, the sample of Madonna
wailing from Erotica (although it sounds awfully good to be Madonna; kind of like the wailing in Paula Abdul’s My Love is for Real, which is actually not Paula Abdul but Ofra Haza.
I’d always thought as much, but I figured that it was so drowned in
reverb that it could’ve been Abdul’s crap voice. Anyway, as far as I
know this remix pre-dates auto-tune, so I have my doubts as to whether
Madonna herself sung that part). And the beat was from another rather
uninspired remix of JML.  So I redid the music with loops, rather than try to re-create any of it.  Also, I didn’t use any of the JML parts, but instead used my song I’m Not Cool Enough to Listen to the White Stripes (Vote for Angelyne) from my CD Superpowerpusssy.
It’s a song which is absolutely self-explanatory, as it simply states
that I’m not cool enough to listen to the White Stripes and exhorts the
listener to vote for Angelyne to be the governor of California. If you
look at its success as an Angelyne campaign anthem, it’s a total
failure, but that’s fine. It was a song I created while I was just
learning how to use Cubase on a friend’s laptop, and it served as part
of the inspiration for a ditty that I made for WFMU’s Pseu Braun called The P is for PsuperpowerPseu Too (which also combines elements from The P Is for Pussy and Superpowerpusssy.)
So anyway, since the music is very different and the "remixed" song is
as well, I wouldn’t call this a cover version in the strict sense. But
I will say that I made most of the same choices in interpreting the
text as Madonna (or whoever coached Madonna) did, with a few
differences, some of which work well, some not so well. One example of
something we did differently is that I like to pronounce the word
"blasphemous" as [blass-FEE-muss]. I just think it’s funny; it might be
hard to hear in the song, though.

One thing that I really like about the song is the way the ending of JML and InCEtLttWS parallel each other.  In JML,
it ends with the quote "What’re you gonna do?" from the song. Mine ends
with "Are you cool enough?" which actually ended the original version
as well. I like how that turned out.

But since this isn’t a
cover version in the strict sense (since Madonna certainly cannot be
credited with writing the Book of Revelation, although I’m SURE she
tried to change a few words or something to get a co-writing credit! :P ), why did I choose it? Well, ever since I first heard it, I thought it
was one of the coolest ideas ever. And I always wanted to do something
similar, or maybe even copy it outright for an episode of The Ed Shepp Radio Experiment or
something, but I never had time to do the latter, and I couldn’t think
of any way to do the former which would come out as well as JML.  I also have a fun memory of the song from college, when my friend Tavares and
I, who were the only people who knew the words by heart, walked through
campus speaking them in unison, looking like lunatics. So anyway, since
I couldn’t think of a way to make the idea myne own, I thought, "I’ll
just do a cover of it!" And so I did. I have to admit: I had a concern
about omitting the line that says "the slander of those who say that
they are Jews, but they are not…"; but I chose to leave it in. After
all, it’s not my words–I’m covering Madonna, who was covering the Book
of Revelation. And frankly, I don’t know that the phrase is explicitly
anti-semitic. It seems to me that the author, John, was saying that
Jews who’d rejected Jesus constituted a "synagogue of Satan,"
not Jews or Semites in general. I can see how some people might find
the wording offensive, but let’s face it, people, the text is thousands
of years old and has been translated a zillion times by people with
almost as many agendas. Who knows what was said back then? So today we
end up with a potentially incendiary line in a song that no one will
really take seriously, but creates some juicy controversy (at least it did for Madonna–obviously an intentional move on her part, and more savvy than Michael Jackson’s pathetic "kick me, kike me" lyric intended to stir up a ruckus).

A
note about lyrics: Basically, I just said what Madonna said. Or,
rather, what I thought she said, because I already knew the song by
heart and didn’t feel like checking them. Yeah, I can be lazy. So I
probably got some of it wrong. I guess that would put me in the grand
tradition of people passing down holy books, then.

And now the
processing: This was a fun song to do, because I like working with
loops. The biggest challenge was to give them variation. While I think
everything’s in the same key, there is a bit of variation there. I
think the song is listenable without being too boring. Another
challenge was making the spoken parts loud enough to discern. I put a
LOT of compression, probably too much, on them, and maybe forgot to
apply a de-esser. But I really shouldn’t talk about processing so
specifically, because I’m sure the whole EP, and maybe everything I’ve
done myself, is littered with technical errors. So to any engineers
reading this and thinking about how to express your criticisms, suck
it. Another vocal note: Everyone will notice that the chorus is not
pitch-corrected. In fact, it was a "scratch vocal," something I just
put in as a placeholder and meant to redo later. But when I heard it
with the spoken parts, I really liked how it sounded. I think there was
a bit of distortion in some parts of it, but that’s minor. Also, the
way I did it, off pitch and all, reflects almost identically the way I
did the original song–basically, I sung it before I had any music done
and hoped for the best. Interestingly, though, if you compare this song
and the original back-to-back, you do hear a slight improvement in my
vocal control, because in the original the last time I say "I’m not
cool enough to listen to the White Stripes" I flatten to some strange
place, which sounds pretty cool to me but almost certainly dastardly
out of tune. My voice also cracks a little. I’m a bit more consistent
here, although I would have liked to replicate the cracking and
flattening more. Alas.

WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s a helluva lotta
yakkin! I hope I covered everything; if not, maybe I’ll come back and
add more. Or ask me questions if you want, or leave a comment. I’d
expect that if any hardcore Madonna fans actually listen to the songs,
I’ll probably get some mean, evil comments! :P Hell, that comes with
the territory. In the end, though, I hope someone out there likes what
I did. It was a fun project–more time-consuming than I thought, but
also more fulfilling than I thought it would be, considering the songs
are Madonna covers. I guess I should also note that I finished the
project (actually was forced to finish it before I’d have liked to)
because of sad events, so to some this may seem like an odd time to be
dropping a CD (of sorts). But it really has to be done before I get
down to apartment-hunting and all that. Thanks to everyone for your
kind words, incidentally.

And since I’m thanking peops, I just want to give a shout-out to
everyone who gave me feedback or acknowledged the project.  Thanks!
That means a lot.  I’d also like to thank all the peops who did NOT
acknowledge the project–that says a
lot.  Thanks to Andy for asking me how it was going, even though he
couldn’t care less about Madonna covers. :P  And thanks to Craig at Little Pioneer Cider House studio for those great sounds.

In
closing, I hope you like the songs. No, I hope you LOVE the songs. Or
HATE them, and send them to everyone you know raging about how you hate
them. :P And that’s that. And that’s the beep for now.

Beep!
Ed Shepp

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Remembering Dad

May 28th, 2008 by edshepp

Well,
I guess this is as good a time as any to put up this post.  I meant to
post it earlier, but I couldn’t find the words.  What’s more, I still
can’t, so I’ll just say what happened:  My Dad died a couple weeks
ago.  He was older, but it was unexpected for me.  So I’ve been down in
the FL for the past week for the memorial, etc.  This post is to
remember Dad.  And since we’ve been going through old photo albums over
the past few days, we might as well remember, mostly, through
pictures.  The one on the left, for example, was two Christmases ago.
Dad was carving the turkey, as he always did.  And, as always, it was
"the best turkey ever." [Insert whistle sound effect here.]

So who was my Dad?  Well, that’s a hard question to answer, and
impossible to convey to anyone who didn’t know him like we did.  He was
complicated, private, occasionally moody, stubborn and difficult and
absolutely a product of his upbringing.  He wasn’t the best at
emotional displays, and he was, up until a few years ago, pretty hard
on us kids.  He seemed, to me, to have depressive episodes, but he
never spoke about them.  He had an interior life that he kept
absolutely private–toward the end of the week, for example, we found
some old journal entries he’d written and tucked away in a closet.
They were only partly illuminating–mostly a lot of rambling and
conjecture, like pretty much anyone’s journal entries; but they did
show that he had concerns we never knew about.  I don’t find that
particularly out of the ordinary.

People ask if I was close to Dad, and when they do, I think ‘he wasn’t
close to anybody.’  In fact, as a family, I would say that we’re not as
tightly knit as other families are. For example, we don’t call every
week or anything like that.  From my point of view, that doesn’t mean
that we don’t love each other–it means that it’s understood that we
do.   But back to being close to Dad–we had a strained relationship
for a long time, the distance arising from a number of factors that I
needn’t get into here.  But that distance faded over the past few years
as he got older and mellowed, and as we got out of the house and
matured.  And I guess as I came to the realization that your parents
are just people like anyone else; they do the best they can; they love
you, and mostly they don’t show it in the idealized ways that fictional
TV parents do.  No one’s perfect, and you can’t blame people for that.

Anyway, one thing that I can say for my father is that, while he wasn’t
always good at communicating it, he was devoted to his family.  He
loved all of us and wanted us to do well.  I think he wanted something
for us that he wasn’t able to achieve for himself (even though he
achieved a good bit).  It’s incalculable what exactly that was, but in
the end I don’t think it’s relevant here.  The point is that he did
love us, and I think he grew to be proud of us.  And we loved him.
There were good times; there were bad times.  There were
misunderstandings and there were cultural divides which were difficult,
if not impossible, to bridge.  But through it all, we loved him.
Actually, I can only speak for myself here, because I only know my
experience:  He was my father, and I love him.  And I feel like I grew
to understand him better as the years went on.  I think it’s a shame
that he passed only a few years after we’d all started to get along
best.  I’ll miss him. 

OK, so let’s look at some old pictures.

This was from his high school
yearbook, if I’m not mistaken.  He was on the basketball team–that was
very important to him.  I think he hoped that my brother (who is very
tall) would become a basketball player.

Here’s a 70s-looking photo.  Not sure where it was taken.

I like this picture here.  It’s him with us kids, and a glass of scotch.  Funny. :P

Obviously this one was from a birthday celebration for one of us.  I
like the look on Dad’s face there.  I’m probably reading into it, but
it strikes me as a look of wonder, wonder at one’s own children.  For
me it seems to show that he had a great deal of love for all of us.

This is Dad in the nursery.  Obviously it’s a much more recent picture
than the others, so this is more the Dad I remember from when I was
younger.  Here he looks genuinely happy.  I think working in the
nursery did make him happy, and proud of what he and Mom accomplished
there.

This is Dad with me at my college graduation.  He was genuinely proud.
(And damn, I was thin!)  I wish I hadn’t taken off my cap and gown as
quickly as I did–we didn’t get any pictures with me in them, and I
didn’t realize how important that could be. 

And this is the picture we used as the centerpiece at the funeral.  I
believe it was taken last Christmas.  Dad had long since mellowed by
the time this was taken (I think after we kids moved out and got
relatively settled, Dad worried less and was a bit more peaceful), and
I’d like to believe he was more content.  He was getting older, so he
had trouble getting around, but you could always tell that his spirits
were lifted when we kids came home for Christmas. He’s happy in this
picture, and I’m sure as time goes on I’ll remember him like
this–during the happy times. 

That’s all I can think about writing for the moment.  There’s so much
more that could be said, but I think that this will suffice for a
public forum.  But anyway, to end on a lighter note, since we’re
looking at old pictures, behold my glamorous Mom from back in the day:

And that’s the beep for now.  I’ll be posting again soon, because I
actually do have a new project to announce.  But that will be in a few
days.  So for now, I’ll say, see you soon…..

Beep!
Ed Shepp

ADDENDUM:  I said before that
it’s impossible to convey who my father was to you if you didn’t know
him.  So maybe I didn’t convey that he was certainly a loving father at
times.  All my memories of him when I was very young were good.  I had
nothing but love for him.  He was a loving father, amazed by his
children.  Things were more difficult in adolescence–they always are.
(The fact that I was, well, different from
the other kids made adolescence for me an altogether more difficult
time–the secrecy, etc…. It was a different era, and thanks cod
things have changed some.)  And I don’t know if he had the emotional
capacity to, say, apologize for the times he was cruel; but I’m sure he
felt bad about them.  In his later years, though, he seemed to have
come to terms with whatever demons he’d been struggling with before; he
was kinder, and more loving, as far as someone of his generation could
be.  One good memory of him I have was from last Christmas–I made a
list of the things I wanted as gifts (it’s a tradition), and one was
new eyeglasses.  I didn’t expect them to buy me those, because that
would be ridiculously expensive.  But they did.  Dad drove me to get
them and paid what I think ended up being $400 for new pairs.  Perhaps
I shouldn’t have been, but I was happily surprised, maybe even
touched.  One more thing:  Mom told me that near the end, when he was
in the hospital, Dad expressed a lot of gratitude (something he’d never
been good at) to her for visiting him in the hospital, as if he didn’t
expect that she would.  My Mom can’t understand that, but it says more
about what Dad thought about himself than what he thought about Mom.
I’d hate to think that Dad lived with a sense that he wasn’t deserving
of love. 

Another unrelated thing that I probably should have mentioned before:
I got a lot of my sense of humor from Dad.  My love of nonsense
syllables, my stories, etc.  There’s a lot of Dad in my first CD, Bling.  I just thought I’d mention that.  And that’s the beep.

The Films of Myne Life…

March 21st, 2008 by edshepp

Tonight’s episode.  Behold…

a true story from the life of Prince Quistvalden

Beep.
Ed Shepp

This Week in Ed Shepp on the Web

January 28th, 2008 by edshepp

This
post should be entitlized "Last Week in Ed Shepp on the Web," but my
time machine ain’t ready, so i can’t go back to 7 bags o’ Cheetos ago
when I shouldzda wrote it. So anyway…..

Everyone go here (http://www.podcastpickle.com/cast/18241) and listen to me on the Lady Raptastic podcast!  w00t6!!!!  (If you recall, I had Lady Raptastic herself on The Ed Shepp Radio Experiment some
time ago.) It’s #85, "Selling Bananas." It’s a really well put-together
podcast, so y’allz should listen ‘n stuff. Go there now!

And the other li’l Ed Shepp bloogp on the Web this week, which I discovered serendipitously.  It’s called Een schizofreen is wel alleen (click here), or
something or other. It’s this Dutch (?) page that I came across while
image-googling myself one day, and it features as its main picture the
negative of something that I posted on flickr a while ago.
It’s basically an illustration someone drew of me in a Starbucks. The
artist was presumably a homeless person, and after drawing it and
asking for my donation, he said something about Thorazine being worse
than crack. I used to have an entry about it up on this blog until I
cleared out some of the old entries. (And, of course, someone elsewhere
on the Web mentioned it pejoratively on a blog, seemingly implying that
the fact that I actually set foot in a Starbucks discredited everything
I said and made me a horrible person. Which just goes to show that
there’s always someone out there to twist your most innocuous words to
fit some agenda…) Anyway, that’s where the image came from, but from
looking at the site (and I speak no Dutch), I don’t think that’s
actually explained there. So what we have here is a Dutch site about
schizophrenia and other disorders, with a picture that says "Ed Shepp"
beside it. Hmmm, I’m not sure how I feel about being a paragon of
schizophrenia in the Netherlands. It’s almost as bad as when the person
who recently cut my hair told me that I looked as if I "knew a lot
about computers." What could it all mean….

And that’s This Week in Ed Shepp on the Web.

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Snapshots of a Mount Dora Christmas.

January 8th, 2008 by edshepp
Happy new year, bzeeplets!  Here’s a
briefer-than-Britney’s-briefs recaplet of my merry little Mount Dora
Christmas, in pictures!

Ahhhhhh,
the sun and warmth.  The weather was just like it’s pictured
above–warm and mostly brilliantly sunny, but with the occasional
passing cloud.  The kind that softens the light and brings up
half-forgotten memories, the kind that you can’t explain in a
briefest-of-brief blog entry.  (Have you ever seen Dogville?
Remember how the narrator would say how "the light changed in Dogville"
and everything looked fundamentally different?  Kind of like that.  But
both more quiet and less boring.)  So I shouldn’t have to mention that
I spent lotsa time outside.  A little bit exploring…

…And
I have to say that some parts of the "estate" look really cool.  The
parts that have fallen into disrepair and taken on something of the
look of "ruins."  I like those.  I always wondered why we used to mow
the lawn and all that–why not just let everything overgrow?  Maybe one
day I’ll be able to be "that crazy guy who lives in the weed-infested
property" after all.  Sigh…

…Most of my outside time I spent reading, however.  I read Luca Turin’s The Secret of Scent and marveled as the chemistry flew way over my head, and then I read The Corrections,
which I can’t recommend highly enough.  And I never read fiction, so
believe when I tell you it’s a goodun.  Above we see the deck where I
absconded to when the sun in front of the house got to be too much.
Behold the blooming Christmas cactus!  w00t5!  Then there’s me snapping
a shot of myself, and then the patio furniture from Ethan Allen.  Or
was it KMart?

Apart
from a new door and a tear in the patio screen, the outside of the
house hasn’t changed much.  Inside, however, change is afoot, starting
with the kitchen, which has a whole new look.  It’s top left, and I
guess it would be called "French," for a number of reasons, one of
which I want to say is the red, but since when did the French have a
claim on crimson?!  To the right of the kitchen above we see the
laundry room, which I’m showing because I love the "I hate laundry
rooms" wallpaper.  Me, I think I love laundry rooms, because I’d love
to have one in myne apartment.  I think I’d do laundry a lot more
frequently if that were the case.  Or maybe not?  Below the kitchen is
the current incarnation of my room, which now has two beds to
accomodate us kidz when we’re home.  At the bottom right is also my
room–this was once my glorious dresser, adorned with all my glorious
crap.  No more.  My sister’s stuff has overtaken a lot of it.  But
there’s still stuff to see here: the green cylindrical thing atop the
dresser–I made that in some highschool pottery class.  I was going for
‘craptacular,’ and I dare anyone to tell me I failed.  On the top
shelf, you can see a piggybank I got when I was five and a li’l woodcut
thing-with-a-mirror face shaped like an Ed.  But back to the kitchen
for a moment.  The parentals want to sell the house one day, but to do
so, they feel that they need to tone down the major theme of the house,
which seems to be: The 70s!  Behold our bathroom below:

Needn’st more be said???

On
Christmas Eve, we made asukes (pronounced "a-SOO-kees"), which as I
understand them are Lithuanian Christmas cookies.  It’s a tradition–we
made them every year when we were kids.  The steps are outlined above:
1) Roll and cut the dough into slices with slits in the middle. 2) Fold
the slices into the asuke shape, which resembles… what, a flower?
I’ve never thought about it.  3) Fry ‘em up! 4) Coat them in
confectioner’s sugar.  The fifth step, which I didn’t list, is to leave
them for Santa.  Well, some of them.  There’s the recipe in there if
you can read it.  Make a batch and lemme know how they turned out!


Yay,
Christmas Day!  Presents, eating (my brother helped my mom with the
turkey this year, as you see above; the turkey came out great, cooked
in a new oven and all.  As for the presents, I got new glasses!
Goodbye, scotch tape! And lots of other good stuff.  I think the best
Christmas gift was just the quiet and warmth of the days I was home.

And
above we see a li’l mishmash of miscellany.  In the upper left, we see
what I call the "plates of contention."  These are plates my mom was
going to buy, but when we got to the store and looked at them, it
turned out that Dad didn’t like them, and proclaimed that they looked
like plates one "took out of a neighbor’s garbage can."  So mom didn’t
get the plates, but neither did she let it go, mentioning them again
and again and again and again and again over the next few days.
Eventually, after looking at (what felt like) an endless array of other
plates, Mom decided just to get the plates she originally chose,
realizing that no one was as invested in the plates as she was.  And
that it would be a tragedy of epic proportions, for all of us, to not
buy these plates.   To the right of the plates are two scents: a nearly
empty bottle of Baldessarini that
I left at home last year so that I’d have some left in case I ran out
of the aftershave (it came in a gift set) before Christmas, which I
did.  The other was a (nearly empty, again) bottle of Crabtree &
Evelyn’s Noel, which I found
under my bed, of all places.  If I’d known about the bottle, I wouldn’t
have gotten a new one.  Alas!  Bottom left: some candy I got when we
rented movies from Blockbuster.  You know candy vampire teeth?  This is
a candy GRILL!!!!! Ha!  And bottom right:  An ornament commemorating a
contest that I didn’t win back in elementary school (which only now
makes me wonder why I keep the damn thing). Here’s whahappah: We
entrants had to draw a Christmas-themed picture, and the winner would
have the picture printed on an ornament.  I don’t remember who was
selling the ornament or whether it was for charity or what, but who
cares–I didn’t win.  My drawing came in second or third or fourth or
something; the judges said it was too "cluttered" or "busy" or
"complicated" or "dripping with genius that no one will be able to
appreciate for centuries"….. who knows what the exact phrase was….
But being in the top something, I got to visit the ornament factory and
a copy of the winning ornament.  What the hell do I want that for?!?!
I reiterate–HMMPH!!!!

….And that brings us to January in the
Northeast, which is little more than one big hmmph.  A hmmph that
extends through February and into March, and doesn’t fully get outta
your system until May.  With only Celeditude to break the wintry
drear.  Sigh. 

And that’s the Christmas-in-pictures beep for now, gnorplets!!!

Beep!
Ed Shepp

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This Festivus, the Only Tears Will Be Tears of Asthma

December 15th, 2007 by edshepp

Ed Shepp and Tionna SmallsThe
buttery custard aroma wafting up from the crotchless panties I’ve had
on for eight days can mean only one thing (actually one of a few
things, but whatevz): Festivustide, that glorious time of eggnog,
blackouts and handmade plush toilet seats, is here and in full sling!
Wheeeee! So before you overdo it with the tequila & run-on
sentences and come to wondering why your butt hurts and everyone’s
reading letters to you begging you to "please get help today," let’s
recap the best bits so far of this holigay season—those involving ME,
Saint Prince Edlurg Quistvalden Shepp of Norwegenmark Trailer Park,
Pumpkin Point, FL!

Let’s start with the party that all the
aromaddicted sound sculptors ’round here have been quacking about for
weeks: myne and myne roommate’s Christmanukwanzaamadestivus Party 2007,
which farted nutmeggy joy into the beepsphere last Saturday the 8th of
December. Yes, everything you’ve heard is true, except the stuff about
the little people, the jenkem, the meat clothing, the seizuregasms and
the backdoor administration of zinc tablets. That was all misguided
hype–a Festivus lesson: never trust a ’slightly irregular’ Thai
blow-up doll with your PR, no matter how ‘edgy’ what ’she’ tells you to
write sounds after a few Tang-No Doz-kombucha concoctions. So yeah,
none of what you heard was true, EXCEPT…… that oober-fantastic author/advice columnist/entertainment maven Tionna Tee Smalls (pictured above, with ME!) graced us with her boobtastic presence and dispensed wisdom to everyone coherent enough to listen.  And since I’m name-dropping, Stephen Guarino of The Big Gay Sketch Show also attended, as did Quinn, inventor of the "touche-accepted" phraselet, and, of course, the inimitable Boo.  And you can see all of them here,
wearing the Grey Wig of Truth, which I force everyone who enters our
fungal abode to try on. Beeptacular it all was. Beeptacular.

Also
beeptacular was the next big event of the month, which also included
Tionna Smalls! It was her book signing/reading for her debut work, Girl, Get Your Mind Right! on Wednesday at Mixx lounge.
If anyone out there hasn’t met Tionna and has any doubt about her
talent, you need to attend her next event. In fact, you owe it to
yourself. Plainly put, the girl has charisma. I was there with blogger Jason Atkins,
and at one point I actually said to him, "She’s going to be a star."
(In the successful media maven sense, not the America’s Next Top Moldy
Porkchop one.) I’m not exaggerating here; I only exaggerate about pink.
And chartreuse pleather handkerchiefs. But back to Ms. Smalls–she was
engaging, hilarious, late and made everyone feel welcome and special.
And I must say, her prose is clear, straightforward and at turns even
lyrical, if that word means what I think it means, which is "pretty
like Christmas." After reading, Tionna gave us all I [Heart] Tionna Smalls shirts and her peeps freestyled.  Again, a truly beeptacular evening.

And
that brings us all up to date on the season’s haps for this year, which
is good, because I’m, like, tired n stuff. Typing all these keystrokes
so late at night is exhausting, as if my body were manufacturing some
natural kind of melatonin on its own or something. So that’s the beep
for now.

Happy Festivus!  (And remember that you can still get lots of Ed Shepp holiday mp3s at this page here.  Now with more jinglesparkleglowness!  Click through, dabnabbit!)

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Ed Shepp

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A Very Ed Shepp Christmas 2007

December 2nd, 2007 by edshepp

Announcement
time, bgoopters! This post is all about letting y’allz know that I have
a new Christmas song out, the first Ed Shepp song (per se) in some
time. So go listen and download it! It’s Winter Wonderland, Ed Sheppified.  Yay! It’s at my myspace music profile, my soundclick. and other spots; get the highest-quality version by clicking here and a lower version by clicking here.

And if you’re hankering for other Ed Shepp Christmas songs, including the released-and-unreleased classics All I Want for Christmas Is You, Last Christmas, Event to Remember, Dance of the Sugarplum Beepner (soundclick link) and The Christmas Story (soundclick link), go to this page here. I also plopped up Holiday Gift Ideas, a segment from a 2006 Christmas episode of The Ed Shepp Radio Experiment.  So to reiterate, that’s all on this page here. The Winter Wonderland lyrics area also there, even the part about "we’ll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman until drunk Lindsay Lohan mows him down…"

And while you’re at it, check out my new xmas pics, courtesy of photographer extraordinaire Kenneth Pietrobono.  View them here at flickr, here at myspace and here at facebook.  Here’s a li’l sample of the pix:


And
that’s my big announcement for the moment, glipsters. On the video
front, I came across a vid where someone incorporated part of my piece
called Thanksgiving Thoughts, off of Bling, as part of her Thanksgiving
message. When she cuts the song off, she gives this look of "I have no
idea what the gazoonce is going on"–could that be in reference to my
piece? Hard to say. Link here.

And that’s the beep for now, zoopsters!

Beep!
Ed Shepp

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