So yeah we have a show on March 25 at the Knockout in SF!  We’re all in a tizzy right now, working on recording our 2nd album and simultaneously preparing for this here show, which will be a hootenanny & then some.  C’mon down & have a drink with the BCF!  We’ll, you know - give you a full body massage, or something.  And here’s the info, as posted on such hit websites as Craigslist.org and such:

The Lower Class Revolt Presents:

A rock show at the Knockout! With such Bay Area rock and roll luminaries as:

- The Boneless Children Foundation (Talking Heads, Kinks, Who-inflected rock stuff with a dollop of Dead Milkmen and an upset stomach full of Elvis Costello);
- Off Campus (”post cardio street funk” rock goodness kinda Wolf Paradey but more uptempo/dancey)
- Vox Jaguars (bowie-esque garage rock craziness; like Mando Diao on steroids.)

$5, 9 pm, at the Knockout:
3223 Mission St, San Francisco, CA

Come hear new songs by the BCF, slated to be on their upcoming 2nd full length release, scheduled to be out by the end of 2009! Hear Off Campus kick ass and play some tunes off their business! See Vox Jaguars amaze and confound and play tunes from their release! It’ll be like an Adam West-era “Batman” episode, only more rock-y and less “Batman”-y. And a thrill ride in technicolor just the same!

And thanks to the Lower Class Revolt for bringing us in!  We’re looking forward to it… and a flyer will be coming soon!  Promise!

Mwah,

David

A quick update - I spoke with another couple of friends this past weekend, and they, too, did not know the song I was talking about.  Ozzy Osbourne.  Lita Ford.  “Close My Eyes Forever.”  It’s like someone I went to high school with not knowing, I don’t know… “More Than Words” by Extreme (yikes; I shudder just at the thought of it…), or Mr. Big’s “To Be With You” (another nightmare scenario, it is true!)… you know, the songs that plagued you at the time, but you sort of liked them, and you sort of still do, but you know these songs really actually are written by Satan, or at least by some mean guy named Stan, or maybe just by sensitive rocker types who play the “crazy rocker” just to hide their deeply, profoundly felt emotions, which make them cry late at night, hugging their pillows, wishing the pillow was You instead of it just being a pillow… with a, you know, face drawn on it… and a hole cut in the back…

So anyway, Scott and Carson - my friends I spoke with this past weekend - they didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.  How can people not know this song?  I guess I have an odd relationship with Ozzy Osbourne, but I find it confusing.  It’s like the flip side of finding out that all your friends know about and have known about some band, or person, or concept, or something, for a long time such that they now just assume its known existence, but you’ve never heard of it.  “Oh yeah, The Shaggs?  Sure, I been listening to them since I was like 5!  Crazy shit, man!”  Yeah, um… the who?  Wha?  Oh, Shaggs… uh… ok.  Sure, got it.  Shaggs.  Check.  Now I understand.  That’s what people have been referencing all this time.

When I had my wisdom teeth out, the Ozzy Osbourne song “Mama I’m Coming Home” was on the radio as I lie in bed all doped up and confused.  And it made me feel so, so awful.  To this day, that song just makes me feel kind of queasy, though in a curious way - I still sort of want to hear the song.  Though it is not a good one.  It’s like staring into a really, really boring sun.

So Ozzy.  I guess I have a weird relationship to Ozzy.  Though “Crazy Train” and I are solid.  That song rocks big time.  But otherwise, I don’t know.  Seems Ozzy and I maybe don’t get along.

But still - somebody has to know the Ozzy/Lita joint.  Don’t they?  Is it possible it’s just me and the internet who know this song?

In entirely unrelated news, the recording process is going well.  We have pretty solid takes of most of what we’re trying to get down.  Just need to keep going; 2 more studio sessions and then we’ll be on to over-dubs, huzzah!  Over-dubs: where it’s at.  Well, sort of.  They’re fun, though.  All except over-dubbing rhythm guitar; that can be a pain.  But you gotta do what you gotta do, if you gotta do it.  And we might gotta do that.  We’ll see!  Stay tuned to find out!  My goodness!

David, continuously, out.

During band practices, there’s a little game I like to play.  Well, it’s not a game as much as just something that happens, something that I do because it’s very fun.  Between songs, it ends up occurring to me that I can immediately figure out how to play some such song very easily.  Or maybe I just recall some old song I used to know how to play.  You know - most songs use the same subset of chords, and you can kind of sound them out as you go.  Pretty easily, actually.  Some songs you need to figure out ahead of time, but many you can just figure out.

For instance, “Tom Sawyer” by Rush - Rush is a great one to do, since band-mates always need to kind of play along because it kind of does rock, but it’s also totally, totally annoying.  In fact, one finds that band-mates always sort of have to play along.  Because the songs that you play in this little game kind of kick ass.  Or “Back in Black,” by AC/DC.  Or “Footloose.”  And so on; there’s tons and tons of them that are wonderful to try.  But that’s not all - from Queensryche’s “Silent Lucidity” to any number of Spin Doctors songs, and even “One” by Metallica - it can be a big, big party.  Oh, and of course “Careless Whisper” by Wham!

So we finished playing some song that ended on a minor chord or something and it made me think of this song - “Close My Eyes Forever,” by Ozzy Osbourne and Lita Ford.  So I was getting into it and Logan and Jon are giving me these, “What is this song?” looks.  I eventually stop after I get far enough into it that they should be able to tell, and I realize: They don’t know this song at all.

How is this possible, I wonder to myself?  They’ve never heard this song!  Where were they when this song was freaking everywhere!  It’s like having lived through the early 90’s without having heard “Under the Bridge” (no, I will not link that).  Just seems impossible.

But no, they did not know this song.  This shocked me.  It was one of those instances where one person knows something very, very well but another has never heard of it; a cultural missed connection, if you will.  I ask you, dear reader, how could a just God let this happen?

David out.

Great News Everyone!

About a week or two ago I posted my first blog on the Boneless Children webpage.
I called it “Jonathan Kepke: Blog Virgin”.
Since it was my first time, the name seemed appropriate.

Since then, honestly, nothing has been going very well for me.
There is a heaviness in routine movement.
A cloak of negative forces.
A shadow of shame.

I thought it was the right thing to do at the time.
…and maybe even if it wasn’t the “right” thing to do, it was certainly “fun”…
Right?

But the dark cloud must eventually lift.
And, like I said, Great News Everyone!

I have just learned that it doesn’t matter that I have already posted a blog.
Or posted this one since then.
As long as I believe hard enough, and promise it won’t happen again, it didn’t, and isn’t.

All I have to do is take a Virginity Pledge!

What a fucking relief.
So, this never happened.
Sorry.

I know you had fun, and I guess I did too.
But I am simply not ready yet.
My virginity is all I have.
I hope you understand.

We can still hang out!

Jonathan Kepke

So, Monty Python is proving, as Radiohead sort of did before them (sort of), that if you’re big and famous and you give your shit away people will then go out and buy it.  They’ve added a bunch of their movies to their youtube channel and it caused their sales to skyrocket by… how much?  23,000%.  In your face, RIAA!  Give a little, get a little.  And if what you’re giving is great, great content, then people will want to get it for themselves, so they don’t have to resort to your streaming nonsense method to enjoy it whenever they want.  Delightful!

Secondly, and more importantly, here’s a story about a guy who tested whether you need to sign your real signature when using your credit card.  The verdict?  Sort of.  But this guy might need to change his name to the penis-and-testicles version of that Prince symbol.

That’s all for now; enjoy yourselves.

David out.