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So, because of a stupid softball injury I did unto my stupid self last week, I've had to make a few visits to my chiropractor on the other side of town. Her office is way up on the Upper West Side of Manhattan (whereas I am down on the lower, easterly side of Greenwich Village). It's not so bad, however, as her office is but a stone's throw away from NYCD, one of the finest-if-incongruously-located compact disc shops in the city. One of the fleeting specialty shops staffed by actually knowledgable people (ala Nicky Horby's most celebrated fiction) in the face of the murderous onslaughts of 200-copies-of-the-new-J.Lo-disc-megastores, NYCD has long been a favorite of mine even to just hang out in and chat trivia with the gents behind the counter anytime I'm in the neighborhood. Arriving uptown today with time to spare before having my ribcage wrenched back into some semblance of allignment, I popped into NYCD to see what was shakin'.

After a blithe perusal of the racks with no discernible treasures to be found, I strolled back up front and quizzed the dwarves behind the counter (for some reason, NYCD seems to hire either stumpy short people or tall, elfin watusi types...it's very odd) if they'd spotted any promo stuff or advance copies or *ANYTHING* from Killing Joke (the album is due out towards the end of this month). Dwarf Number One shook his head dissapointingly, adding insult to injury by saying "Is it going to be out on Cleopatra or something?" Dick. Dwarf Number Two, however, said: "One of them was in here about two weeks ago!" After I re-attached my eyebrows (being that they'd jumped off my head at this news), I pestered him for details. According to my diminutive disc clerk, a "guy with thick jet black
hair and bushy eyebrows, about your height (edit.note: 6'1") came in here piss fucking drunk. He rifled through the back racks then came back here, and was all loud at me. 'HOW COME YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING KILLING JOKE??' he yelled, spraying the entire counter with alcohol-flecked spittle. He was wearing all sortsa leather shit and an Indiana Jones hat." "That's our Jaz," I confirmed. For fear of any violent reciprocity from the great man, Dwarf Number Two vowed that when said album arrives, he shall display it prominently.

Now, why is it that when I'm out and about the town, I only run into
ex-members of the fucking Cars and Television and not the JOKE!!!!!!! There is no justice.

Anyway, thought I'd share that with y'all.


Alex in NYC (vassifer), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:15 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Get him to come to the FAP.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:19 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Having guessed this was an Alex in NYC thread, I was delighted by the sheer punk-rock-ness of the first sentence.

Sam J. (samjeff), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:27 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Man though Alex you gotta admit that pestering record store clerks about why they don't stock one's own records is really quite sad. The last person I heard tell of doing this was Genesis P-Orridge who was going into Tower Records in Chicago and explaining that since the TOPY was no longer in existence, no PTV records were officially in release, and they must stop selling same. Ugh.

J0hn Darn1elle (J0hn Darn1elle), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:30 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

oh, you're just pissed off that he beat you to it! ;-)

M Matos (M Matos), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 21:06 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

well yes I mean there are four of those PTV live albums that I don't have yet and Tower Chicago was my last chance

J0hn Darn1elle (J0hn Darn1elle), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 21:08 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

stirmonster and his ptv live albums to thread

frenchbloke (frenchbloke), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 21:14 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Fair point, JOhn, but consider the fact that Jaz actually posed for this picture.....


.....expressing not even the slightest hint of irony. Clearly he believes in what he's doing, and thinks his art should be available -- nay, force-fed! -- to the public.

Alex in NYC (vassifer), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 22:40 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Speaking of ex-members of The Cars: At this record store i used to go to in Connecticut one of the cars-can't remember which one,not Ric-apparently came in once and scooped up a huge pile of jazz cd's and when he went to the counter he told the guys there that if they wanted to give him this massive amount of merch for free he would gladly sign all of the cars stuff that they had in the store. They told him:um, no, that's okay. thanks anyway. so he didn't buy anything!! and nobody could stop laughing after he had left.

scott seward, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 01:31 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Haha Jaz Coleman hangs out in my neighborhood...he was probably out drinking with Liam Neeson, that dude is a drunk. OR MAYBE THE JOKE HANGS OUT WITH REGIS!! BWAHAHAHA.

Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 01:43 (fifteen years ago) Permalink


"What on earth are you implying?"

Father Jaz (vassifer), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 12:21 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

if they wanted to give him this massive amount of merch for free he would gladly sign all of the cars stuff that they had in the store.

Shit, that's even worse than pestering clerks as to why none of your albums are stocked. Still, Ric married Paulina Porizkova, so he laughs last. Or not.

Alex in NYC (vassifer), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 12:36 (fifteen years ago) Permalink


He probably laughs last, too.

Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 20:12 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Dear Jaz,

Please take a good look at this storefront:


This is a store in San Antonio called Hogwild Records. It's usually good at stocking anything one can't find anywhere else in the city, but to date I have yet to see a single Killing Joke anything in this store.

Please feel free to fly down here for a day of sun, sightseeing, and dropping by this store in a drunken mess threatening impending death should this store not start to carry anything Killing Joke. It is an embarrassment to this institution that a more radio-friendly local CD chain store has more Killing Joke in just one of its SMALLISH locations than in this entire store.

The store is on N. Main Ave., near the intersection of Main and San Pedro. If heading north-south on San Pedro, turn left before you get to the nearby community college; if heading south-north on same, turn right just after you get to the nearby community college. I trust you can figure out how to get there without further assistance.

Thank you. Will look forward to hearing about it in the local news.


Innocent Dreamer (Dee the Lurker), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:25 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

fifteen years pass...

Remember when we had disc shops? Yeah, those were good times.

Alex in NYC, Thursday, 10 January 2019 22:08 (five months ago) Permalink

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