Monthly Archives: February 2011

February 28, 2011 – Song 116

Many years ago I found a book at my folks house that belonged to my little brother* as a child. It’s called “The Missing Piece” and it’s by Chicago’s own Shel Silverstein.

Since then, I have given it as a gift, many, many, times. And while the kids do seem to love it, it’s always the adults who tear the fuck up.

Song 116.

But of course, as it seems to go with the very simplest of things, there is just no use trying to explain it.

Although this little nugget does seem to know which way is up.

Happy weading!

*My personal copy, a hand-me-up from my brother if you will, has all of the dudes colored in to resemble Pac Mans. ♥ Drawn on with a Quarter Missing if you catch my cryptic drift.

Oh wait…is this where I mention that I always imagine this being the song the little guy in the book sings? Or maybe this is where I point out that this song references The Lord of the Rings and being on a quest to find Arwen of the “If you want him come and claim him” fame?

No way Jose! I’ve got a very, very cool reputation to preserve.

Sweet Jesus.

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February 27, 2011 – Song 115

One of my bosses is a Revolting Cock and the other one is the leader of The Golden Horse Ranch Square Dance Band.

I cannot express to you how much joy that sentence brings to me.

Dear Annie Coleman, Jeanine Mary, Lawrence Peters and the rest of the crew. I am so slayed but what I saw tonight that I am raising the bar to downright D ‘n Q.

Drawn and Quartered.

So, The Universe, please explain, if you will, how a fool like me ever got so lucky. Cause there’s a good chance I’ll never figure it out. Song 115. 


There is a question that I have been avoiding talking about “in public” if you will. It’s one I have gotten so used to explaining that I literally keep a rough explanation post it on my desktop so I can copy and paste my general response into the private messages I receive.

It almost always goes down the same way.

A friend notices that I am posting songs. And at this point, that it’s been going on for a while. The messages usually contain something to the effect of: are you alright/what happened?

But the truth is, I’m not sure. And more importantly, it doesn’t really matter.

The thing that matters is that I paused.

And that I plan on continuing to pause, for one whole year.

But to make up for that, I decided to turn on the stereo.

Real loud.


In reference to any number of the amazing women I am honored to know, I have heard the same phrase uttered, time and time again.

“How is ______ single?”

I used to say, “Man, I don’t know.”

But I have recently changed my tune.

So now when said question is raised, as it most certainly will be again, on account of the badass company I’m honored to keep, I just wink and shrug.

“Fabulously. That’s how.”


Chris Connelly
‘s story goes far beyond his days as a Revolting Cock. He is also an accomplished solo artist and author.

Mostly I just know him as a really cool Dad. ♥

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February 26, 2011 – Song 114

I’m not gonna claim to know shit about anything. But I have learned some things about stuff in my time. But first, and probably most importantly, I have learned that I don’t know shit about anything. And neither do you.

No one knows what it’s like to be anyone but ourselves. Song 114.

At the record store we have bands play from time to time. And the other day we had a great in-store performance by Dirty Beaches. A lovely dude, just playing his music. Out of nowhere the next day a stranger wrote something on our Facebook page that was so ignorant it still makes my steam rise. You can say what you want about us, the answer of course is, fuck you too, but your intolerance will not be tolerated. Period.

But there’s no use getting mad about it. There will always be Turdburgers in this world.

I was recently in New Orleans and I’m not sure if this is a New Orleans thing or not, but in several places we went there were signs that said “Be Nice or Leave.” I like that, a lot.

I consider myself infinitely lucky to be surrounded by people who don’t assume that their worldview is the only one just because it’s theirs. I also appreciate at the same time all of the things that people have sacrificed in their lives to be a part of this country. I really do. And I will forever defend your right to feel the way you do and speak your mind. I will however match that with my desire to have exactly the same goddamned right. So keep barking if you like, but everyone thinks their dog is the cutest dog in the whole world if you know what I mean. Because you love them the most. Just like I love mine.

I guess I just wish we said “Man isn’t it crazy how much we all love dogs?” to one another more often. Have you ever picked up a dog shit in a plastic bag only to realize there was a tiny hole in it and now you’ve got poop on your hand?

Because I sure have. More than once.

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February 25, 2011 – Song 113

Today at work I was surprised by a 45. Song 113.

En l’honneur de ce cadeau inattendu d’un ami je vous offre une boîte de biscuits American Girl Scout à la personne qui fait les plus drôles de commentaires, en français. Vous n’habitez pas à Chicago? C’est OK. Je vais Snail Mail.

Ne soyez pas timide. Vous êtes plus drôle que vous en pensez. Que les jeux commencent!

Google Translation (I don’t actually speak French)

In honor of this unexpected gift from a friend I offer you a box of Girl Scout cookies American to the person who made ​​the funniest comment in French. Do not live in Chicago? It’s OK. I’ll Snail Mail.

Do not be shy. You’re funnier than you think. Let the games begin!

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February 24, 2011 – Song 112

It’s true. You can’t always get what you want.

Even if you ask politely and offer lots of pizza.

But I guess sometimes you get what you need.

Or at least a really kind and thoughtful email. ♥

Song 112.


Hey, it’s good to hear from you! We really appreciate the support for Shoes by the folks at Reckless Records and we support the indie scene as well! You guys are the backbone of what makes buying records fun and educational (try asking a clerk at Target or Best Buy about Shoes or Big Star or even Fountains of Wayne!).

We aren’t really in a position to do any live gigs at this point in time. (Damn, we LOVE Chicago pizza!) But we whole-heartly support your ethos and wish you all the best on Record Store Day. The camaraderie and social atmosphere of the indie music store can’t be underestimated in it’s scope and influence. I have very fond memories of hanging out at our local, indie music store (sadly departed) and have a soft spot in my heart for it.

Good luck with things and thanks again, for supporting Shoes!


Jeff Murphy/Shoes

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February 23, 2011 – Song 111

Am I gonna miss Daley? In a weird way old marbles mouth is just part of the fabric, you know? And although I am STILL pissed about the fucking parking meters, I just can’t help it. I always thought It was kind of cute when he’d get all crazy mad on TV.

“Stop putting out the chairs.”
“Ok, just respect the chairs.”
“Respect the chairs, but only until Friday.”

Comedy Gold straight outta the Second City. Song 111.

Remember when he bulldozed Meigs Field in the middle of the night? Balls of steel that guy! It’s a good thing he kept making fancier and fancier parks. It’s kind of like one of those stories about something that happened to you once that doesn’t seem funny at the time but years later you find yourself telling it over and over again at the bar as your friends die laughing all around you.

In 1989 Richard M. Daley was elected the 54th Mayor of Chicago.

And this song was Number One on the Billboard Charts.

Of course.

1989. More jams than you might expect.

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February 22, 2011 – Song 110

No one could be more surprised than me about this dedication.

This one is for you Dad.

In my own weird way, I’m a workaholic too.

Song 110.

In the Queen Latifah “Behind The Music” Madame Dana talks about finally being wealthy enough to buy her and her brother motorcycles. Something they always wanted but could never afford. And she also talks about the motorcycle accident that claimed her brother’s life. It’s a story I often think about when I mentally circle all the stuff that is going shitty in my own scenario. It could, and someday will, be worse.

If the people you love are happy and healthy and still around you, then, well, shut your damn pie hole. Right?

After talking about that incident Ms. Latifah said something bold- about not regretting a thing. And she goes on to explain herself with a thought that I still think about (obviously) to this very day.

This is not verbatim, but essentially:

“You have to work as hard as you play and play as hard as you work. If you only do one or the other than neither one makes any sense.”

*sigh* Let’s do this. I’ve got my Workenstocks on. ♥

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February 21, 2011 – Song 109

Dear Libras in my Life,

Be you Moms or Lunchmeat, I applaud you. You diffuse bombs like nothing I have ever known. Usually with nothing more than a simple sentence that leaves me suddenly standing, sword in hand, panting, trying to remember what I was prepared to fight to the death about in the first place. It’s a quiet talent. But it’s louder than shouting.

Song 109.

There are many moments that happen when you DJ. Sometimes you see friends and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes people you don’t know complain and sometimes people you don’t know ask you to marry them. You play songs you love and you play song…s you know other people will love. And sometimes you just play songs just because you know how long they are and you have got to go pee.

But it’s pretty rare for me, even though I’m someone who thinks a lot about songs, to not play something, from my own fucking record collection, that all of a sudden surprises myself. Not that I’m playing it, I obviously dragged it out with me, but just a little surprise, one more along the lines of “Oh yeah, that’s how that got here.”


A Libra in my life recently said something I hope I never forget. I was complaining about a friend who I felt was being stubborn and was, in my mind, refusing to play along. This little Libra paused for a second and then said “Oh no, she’s playing. She’s just playing a different game than you.”

Touche goddamnit. Touche.


Tonight I realized, in my mind, when I hear this song, it feels like an apology written especially for me.

But the truth is, I’m most likely the one who should be doing the apologizing.

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February 20, 2011 – Song 108

Song 108.

Starbuck rules.

But this song might make you throw up in your mouth a little bit.

All Along the Watchtower – Battlestar Galactica

“Because the basic method of mindfulness is quantitative, it’s asking for tracking variables in terms of how much of what when and where changing at what rate. And because Western science is designed exactly to do that, it seems to me that there’s a natural meeting point for these two sciences. And that would give birth to a new science, a true science of Enlightenment that would be acceptable to any scientific thinking person in the world because there would be empirical data and mathematical equations to back it up.But you know what happens with new science comes new technology. And so as a meditation teacher my fondest hope is that in a hundred years meditation is obsolete. Do you understand? That seems very radical right? I devote my life to spreading meditation I would like to see it obsolete. Obsolete in the sense that the horse and buggy is obsolete. Because a new technology can do the same job better.” 

“My happiest thought as a 21st century scientifically oriented Buddhist teacher is that there are many deep and significant things about Enlightenment that no human being knows at this time. Not the greatest masters of the past, not the greatest living Zen masters, not the Buddha himself. There are things to learn about it. And those things can only be learned from bringing the light of science to it and when we do we will accompany that with a new technology that will essentially make classical Liberation or Enlightenment available to any consenting adult on the planet.”

-Divide and Conquer: How the Essence of Mindfulness Parallels the Nuts and Bolts of Science by Shinzen Young

I spent an hour of my life listening to this because I tend to like what Jill Coyne is tossing out. It was one of the best decisions I made all week. I’m not sure what your week was like but if you need a bump up…

You can lead a horse to the bar but you can’t buy him a goddamned beer as they say. ♥

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February 19, 2011 – Song 107

Today I hung out with the amazing Jill Coyne and I let her womanhandle me.

Song 107.

Memories In Future Tense – The Church

I am not going to pretend I am an expert on Rolfing. It would be way better if you just checked out Jill’s website instead. 

Several things I didn’t expect happened today. Maybe the most important of which is that Chicago got back on my good side. We had been in kind of a tiff. But, as it always seems to go with this goddamn town, the love affair runs deep.

Jill’s office is in the Fine Arts Building on Michigan Avenue. I hadn’t been in it since Harrington Design Institute occupied several of it’s floors. I had forgotten what an amazing building it is, complete with the old timey kind of elevators that it takes a dude to operate. It’s home to all kinds of people, from violin makers to ceramicists, opera singers to architects, and is in itself solid proof that they just don’t make ’em like they used to.

The years I went to school there happened to be during my pre-computer courses, my hand drafting and hand drawing years. Harrington was bought and became a College halfway through my degree and moved to new ultra modern digs, at the exact time that I moved up the ranks to computer drafting and rendering.

Of course, Harrington’s new spot at Madison and Wells was stunning and cutting edge and wired to the gills. I mean, this is a college of professional interior designers, what else would you expect?

But, oh man, will I always have such a spot in my heart for the years I spent in that wonderful old building, even when it took one hundred years to get to class because like I said, there is literally a dude who operates the fucking elevators.


I can seriously listen to Jill talk about stuff for hours and hours. And today was simply enlightening. There just isn’t any other word for it. For example, she explained the types of things that your body carries in it’s memory, and how being Rolfed can bring those things to the surface. Everyone has some stand out events from childhood that color how we view the world, good or bad. They seem so real, because they are some of the first experiences we have that we are the decider on, but ultimately they are random, and in a way meaningless. Even though they feel like the absolute truth.

That is until you move them around a little bit.


Jill is also proof to support my theory that the people in this world who are worth listening to are also by default, really funny. It’s as if, without even trying, they are these comedians, always winking a little bit at the cosmic joke we are all a part of.

“Rolfing is permanent. After you’re Rolfed you’re like a Jaguar. No matter how long you drive a Jaguar, it’s not going to turn into a Ford.” –Ida P. Rolf, Ph.D.

So, thanks Jill. I always enjoy seeing you in person and of course in the biggest of all the Social Networks, The Collective Unconscious. ♥

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