Recently we were looking for something fun to do on our day off. So we opened up a Time-out NY magazine and see this: A Cheap 1$ Eats walk in Chinatown with 10 spots to visit chosen by whoever at time-out new york.

Its was perfect. So we get all enthusiastic and excited and get on the next N train to Canal St.

What a great time hitting up all the crazy bakeries, markets and malls under the Manhattan bridge.

The best experience of the day was on Eldridge and Canal, at a place called Prosperity Dumpling. Its was small, clean and to the point with no BS and a friendly staff. Their cash register was an old wooden box and the place adorned a single bar style table seating 3-4 people. Everything was handmade there and it was the best hot and sour soup (1.00) and veg dumplings (8 for 2.00) i have ever eaten by far. We ate extremely well for 4$.

So yeah, we get behind this place full on, and we recommend you try it out.

Till next time.. when we talk about peaches and my all time favorite sport: All you can eat sushi.

Half a block walk on Eldridge from Canal St!

Hey my name is Steve and I have gas. no.. it’s not what you think. I’m about to talk about what i really, really get behind more than ANYTHING. GAS as it is called nowadays meaning Guitar Acquisition Syndrome is something that I have almost finished curing, though i still suffer from it.. enthusiastically i might add, and I never stop on my search.

Here’s the short version:

For the past 20 years or so, or from the moment I started really “growing into myself”, I thought of my small bedroom as a vast chamber to customize and build my own feng shui into. I figured out ways to fit things into my bedroom that nobody thought would or could ever be possible. A mountain bike or 2 hung from the ceiling, many amplifiers were stacked just right utilizing the least amount of floor space, and I had 6 guitars hanging in the other corner of the room. I coated my walls with memories and collected shit like any young artist, and I went through a pack rats inside joke phase for a few years, but most of the stupid things were thrown away.

I found myself in bliss whenever i had a guitar that I could possibly make playable again. It wasn’t too long until i had to make room and build 2 huge shelves to support more guitar cases because i was fixing them up all the time.

I used to love going to countless yard sales, but after attending luthiery (guitar-making) school, working with sam ash, using ebay and craigslist everyday as well as hitting up a live auction, and finding some fixer-uppers, my knowledge and my collection grew. Eventually I even bought a drum kit to add on to. Nowadays, I have a rehearsal/recording room in my basement with most of my gear, with guitars set up in full stereo.

As of July 11th

From Left: Foot Clave, Boss DD6, RV5, PN2, EHX Deluxe Memory man, CH3, Ibanez TS10, CS3, EHX micro POG, Ibanez EQ, RMC3 LTD Gold wah (If you want to see just how adjustable this wah pedal is, watch this you tube video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9Ov73jD4cU

From front: 1974 Fender Precision w/ maple fingerboard stock, 1977 Ibanez Silver Series lawsuit P-Bass, 1972 Guild JS-1 Bass, Danelectro Baritone modded to 6 string bass, Danelectro Hodad w/ 3 lipstick tube pickups in sparkle indigo purple, 1976 Hi Flyer Bass in black, Fender P-bass Jr.

BTW, I’m enthusistic about bartering and i have an extensive ‘trade list” of pedals, guitars, cymbals, stands and gear to trade you for your cool shit or for your “once was cool but is now broken” shit.

I also just made business cards. Email me and i’ll send you one!

I also love to jam, so if you want to jam, get in touch and you can come over within a day or so.

As for the GAS.. I just need a few more things sorted..

Wanted: (updated frequently)

Wilson Effects Rippah Q wah or Area 51 wah

Colorsound Wah

A TIP 3rd hand pedal (these are so cool)

A working Korg Microkorg

In the works in my shop:

Custom Tele Thinline, My handmade sex bass, MXR Dynacomp mod

I also own a copy of the 1976 Worlds Livestock Auctioneer Competition on CD that i hold dear.

OT: I ALSO want to express that I am a huge fan of George Carlin and his book Brain Droppings. Robin and I got to see the show before his last, June 13 at The Orleans in Las Vegas recently and it was a fantastic show. He shouldn’t have died yet… He looked too good to die. I will never forget the way he danced off the stage. A master of funny faces and body language and comedy as a whole. He will be missed by many.

take it ez

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I get behind Ms. Pac-man.

Ms. Pac-man important facts (a nerdy public service message):

• It’s very important that you understand that Pac-man and Ms. Pac-man are COMPLETELY different games. It is not simply that she has a bow in her hair. Pac-man actually gets boring very quickly because it is the same level repeated over and over. Ms. Pac-man is a much more fun game whererin the levels change and you have to chase down all the fruit.

• The game is at a level of greatness that each ghost has a distinct personality, a stupid name and is programmed to react differently.* You should be most careful around Pinky (the pink ghost) and Inky (blue ghosts). You can be less careful around the Sue (orange) which is the stupidest which will probably run away from you.
  

• There are loads of places have a real Ms. Pac-man machine for you to play. An incredibly incomplete list includes: some Urban Outfitters stores, JFK airport** and of course Barcade in Williamsburg. But the reality is there is only one Ms. Pac-man machine you need to know about in all of New York City. There is an amazing Pac-man machine at the Golden Dove Diner on Staten Island.** The machine has 5 different kinds of Pac-man and the option of playing each version in fast and regular modes. Also: the Golden Dove has excellent challah french toast.

• If you can’t get out to Staten Island***you can of course play a semi-decent version here:



Click to Play!

*Stupid but true.

***Don’t bother playing at JFK as it costs $1 per game. Never play Ms. Pac-man for more than 25 cents unless you are really, really bored.

** Take the X1 bus from Manhattan or the S79 from Bayridge.

I moved to Astoria from good old Staten Island in February. I get behind Astoria, but more to the point of the blog, I get behind food in Astoria. Believe it or not, Astoria is not just about Baskin Robbins. I present to you be a (far from extensive list) of Astoria food I think is awesome.

Before we get to that, I’d like to try an experiment. Last night I was speaking to my friend Jordana who told me that use of the word “awesome” tells people what generation you are from. Apparently kids these days are using words like “popping” to express enthusiasm. It has something to do with lip gloss. So for this installment I will retire the dated word “awesome” and describe things as “popping.” I will try to do this as often as possible . It’s sort of the secret word. And what do you do when you hear the secret word boys and girls?

Astoria popping food:

1) thai restaurants

In Astoria we are ankle deep in poppin’ Thai restaurants. New ones pop up every day. I am literally swimming in pad thai and I could not be happier. Yajai is Ms. Myagi’s favorite and I like Thai pavillion. It makes sense that there would be so many Thai restaurants coexisting with so many Greek restaurants because of how close Greece and Thailand are geographically.**

2) JJ’s Sushi

I should stop writing this blog and go there right now. Just the letter’s “J’ and “J” cause me to have a Pavlovian response where I want to stop what I’m doing and eat lots and lots of sushi. They have this amazing…er….poppin’ sushi and literally everything on the menu is great. They have these amazing*** edamame dumplings as well. You should probably stop reading this and go.

3) the taco truck

The taco truck on 30th avenue and 33rd street is magical. They use actual mexican cheese and the rice and beans are delicious. The guacomole is not real, but they squeeze it out of a tube and for some reason I think that’s poppin. Supposedly the truck also delivers, but we’ve never tried this.

4) feta cheese

So you are probably going to ask me, Oh where oh where can you get yourself some feta cheese in Astoria? How about EVERYWHERE? There are so many wonderful Greek markets that I cannot even begin to name them all. Did you know that Bulgaria has a different kind of feta than Greece or France? Personally I think the French feta cheese is poppin.

5) Michael’s Restaurant

It’s a poppin diner. Everything is awesome, even non-diner foods.

** Clearly this is not true.

*****There are other words that kids today are saying but I am so unhip that I don’t know. Please leave comments with your favorite words.

The median age of audience members at the Metropolitan Opera is 66 years old. I know this because I used to work there, and believe you me, on a good night at the opera it would be a challenge to shake a stick without hitting some serious facework.

There are many, many reasons for this: it’s an older form; the popular music of a pre-television (pre-vaudeville, actually) era, or the often esoteric work of contemporary classical composers that for better of for worse is not all that accessible to those of us used to melodic hooks and catchy lyrics. It’s an acquired taste. It’s long - often 3+ hours for a single show - and it should be, as it is also one of the more expensive forms of theater. The “best” box seats (with the best view of the audience, not the stage) go for $380. Orchestra seats are a mere $175-$275 a pop. For one show. So yeah, it’s understandable that younger opera enthusiasts are a rarity. I wouldn’t have gotten into it if I hadn’t been exposed to it so much when I was working there.

The Met’s admin offices are all tucked away inside the opera house, and the rehearsals and performances are all piped throughout the building via a series of Charlie’s Angels-esque speakers. So I’d gotten a taste for the music after a few weeks. But my real enthusiasm for this ridiculously over the top (and ridiculously pricey) art form came when I saw my first opera live.

To be honest: I don’t fully remember which one it was. Could’ve been Louisa Miller, a second-string Verdi work that wasn’t selling well (which means comps for the staff, yay!), or The Barber of Seville, with the Met’s old ginormous revolving set from the pre-Gelb era. Actually, now that I think of it, I think the first super-wow production I saw was Mazeppa, which was a new production that opened up to crappy reviews the first month that I worked there. It’s Tchaicovsky, so it was bangin’, but people thought the sets were campy and the concept overwrought. At least that’s what the reviews said. All I could think about it was big. Big and shiny. I like.

There’s the kicker. There is no amplification used in most opera (with the exception of opera houses with crap acoustics). Which means that if you’re sitting 5 storied up in the family circle nosebleed seats, watching the antlike figures on the stage, the music you are hearing is coming directly from their mouths with no help from science. It’s un-effin-believable. And when you relax and stop waiting for the plot to progress (which it will very slowly, or not at all) you can absorb the music going on in the pit. All those bits and pieces of orchestration coming together, the massive undertaking of a soprano filling a 4,000 seat theater with just the unaided sound of her voice, it’s mind-blowing. I always wonder in the scenes where the leads are singing directly at one another - do they need earplugs? Does the force of their companion’s massive vocal projection blow their hair back? It’s like an olympic event!

So yeah, that’s how I came to get behind opera. This amazement comes through patience and having an open mind and is totally worth it. AND since it is such a niche interest, you can have sublime dork-atiffic conversations with other opera enthusiasts and NO ONE else will know what you are talking about. I think that’s pretty damn cool. Those nosebleed seats cost $26 each, and they’ll loan you the binoculars for free. That’s where the real fans hang out.

After all Stevey’s hype about B&R clearly its time for a short recap of 31 cent scoop day.

Stevey and I were a bit late getting there. The event (yes it was an event) ran from 5-10 and we arrived at the Steinway B&R at about 9:30pm.   The line was so long that the store had actually closed its doors and no one else was allowed in. Not even Stevey and Robin who talk to the owner reguarly (his name is Fred). This unfortunately forced us to the dreaded B&R/dunkin donuts down the street where things were just as insane. It was an ice cream mad house! It took Stevey several tries to put his order in because the noise level of all the people. It was like that scene in Willy Wonka when everyone buys all the chocolate to get 5 golden ticket. Except sort of a 31 cent ticket, wrapped in a cone… (I know I’m going too far there. Sorry.)

There was one other thing this event was filled with: enthusiasts! 31 cent ice cream causes people to love ice cream harder than they have ever loved it before.

Our freezer now contains reeses,* pistachio almond, cookies and cream, rock and pop, and york peppermint patty. For the uninformed rock and pop is a sherbet that is neon green, florescent purple and contains “popping candy.”**

Sadly there was no german chocolate cake for Stevey.

*we didn’t mean to get reese’s, but were victim’s of a clever ruse involving a Health bar crunch mix up. Still delicious.

**and possibly uranium.

Yay - first post for me, y’all.

I would like to take a few minutes today to write a little about something, or rather someone, very close to my heart. I began this thinking I would do a general blurb about my extreme love of dogs and how much I get behind dog ownership. And that honestly people who don’t like dogs are stupid and those who don’t allow their tenants to have dogs should be hit with sticks.

It’s my post, I don’t have to be fair or open minded about this.

But then I thought I’d better pay homage to the individual who inspired this primal affection in me: my special little guy.

Miyagi came into my life three and a half years ago when I was on my way to get a cat, to help with a horrific mouse and roach problem, from the ASPCA on 92nd and 1st in Manhattan.

We strolled past the cat pen in the shelter when we first arrived, but something was drawing us to the dog kennels. Something inexplicable. I would not have been able to tell you why at the time, but now I realize that the hand of fate was pulling me to him: a ridiculous 5 lb lump of chutzpah and joy. The tag on the cage read “MR MIYAGI.”

He was the most pathetic dog there, not accepting the treat offered by the kind volunteer that was showing us around. We decided that despite his age - he was 9 years old, they told us - he needed to come home with us. That same day we paid the adoption fee and signed an agreement that said we were taking him home with the full knowledge that he was anorexic and sickly and we couldn’t sue the shelter if he died. Didn’t matter. Look at him!

Three years later he and I have a closer bond than I’ve probably ever had with a person. He follows me around when I’m home, naps when I’m not. Curls up into a ball against my back when we’re sleeping. Is riDICulously cute in the meantime. But he’s still got an eating disorder andhe’s not friendly to most people. In fact, whenever I’m not around, I hear, he is downright mean and bitey to the point where no one can feed him or take him out. Yep, little dude’s got an attitude problem. But that’s why I’m so enthusiastic about him, and chihuahuas in general.

Think about it: we live in a city that forces us to acknowledge, and ignore, thousands of people every day. Some of these people have more money than we do, some have better jobs, bigger homes, nicer families and sweeter personalities. It’s hard not to feel swallowed up, not to feel your own sense of special individuality slipping away from you.

Then, you come home. Here is a creature that, of allllll the people in the world, thinks you are the best. So much so that no one else is worth his attention or his unbelievable cuteness. This somehow makes everything much, much better. Some days I think people would all be more friendly if they had their own Miyagis waiting for them at home.

Ok back to being enthusiastic..

Ice pop makers are awesome.

Rice cookers are awesome.

Riding a bike is awesome.

Finding things or people you thought you’d never find.. AWESOME.

Mike “The guy” Hagai - Awesome.

Running in the street is awesome.

Craigslist adventures to buy, sell and trade gear.. Awesome

Going out or doing ANYTHING with Robin.. Awesome

Robin - Awesome

Hope and Nando - Awesome

Dancing is awesome. Who wants to go out dancing?