So what, it’s your problem to learn to live with. Destroy us, or make us saints. We don’t care, it’s not our fault that we were born too late. A screaming headache on the brow of the state. Killing time is appropriate. To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say, So what? so what?

It was only just over a week ago I invited the multi talented, fun and beautiful Ania Tarnowska to join us on the podcast. Little did I realize that she’d eagerly accept. I can only assume the word is getting around.

Over the next day or so I’ll wrap up this diary entry and go into detail about SINday and why she told me with a laugh and a smile that I am the devil. But there were a few days that led up till the sabbath and I’ll begin with Thursday.

Thursday morning I dragged about 70 lbs of laundry out and up to the L and took the train about a mile and then down to Wilson and over to the nicest laundromat in the neighborhood. Not only did I have about 2 wks of my own wash but all of the bedding for the guest room as Michael X Christian and his lady Jessica were coming in from Iowa for an extended weekend as his Marilyn Manson tribute act MISERY MACHINE were playing to Halloween shows in the region. Not the city but the outskirts and the latter would be in Hobart IN By the time they arrived around 10PM I was ready to go to bed I gave him keys showed him the back door and flashlights so he could find his way around the back porch in the dark and I crashed. Friday morning I went to work and started on a new project that would keep me very busy. But the time I’d get home they’d be gone and I had the flat to myself till the next morning.

I changed into my sweats and watched “Dolemite Is My Name”: The story of performer Rudy Ray Moore, who assumed the role of an iconic pimp named Dolemite during the 1970s starring Eddie Murphy in his long overdue comeblack. It was every bit as great as I hoped and being a big fan of blaxsploitation was very pleased with the outcome.

 Blaxploitation or blacksploitation is an ethnic subgenre of the exploitation film that emerged in the United States during the early 1970s. The films, while popular, suffered backlash for disproportionate numbers of stereotypical film characters showing bad or questionable motives, including criminals, etc.

Saturday was a washout and luckily I had all of my errands taken care of 2 days before. A perfect day to get productive inside and for me it would mean detailed cleaning. I wanted to make a good first impression on Ania and when Michael and Jessica finally woke from bed and began to get ready for the next gig she even commented on the difference it was making on things I was paying closer attention to. They left around 430 or so and I was cleaning long after. I would feel accomplished. My mistake was taking a nap around 6 and then getting up and having a huge cup of coffee. Despite the meds I’d take I would be up till 327A binge watching Bates Motel I fell asleep s fast that they came in just minutes later and I didn’t hear them. 

I should note that they are excellent guests. They don’t use my kitchen and not only brought their own towels they actually bought toilet paper…again. 

After the death of her husband, Norma Bates buys a motel in the picturesque coastal town of White Pine Bay, giving herself and teenage son Norman a chance to begin anew. Shy Norman is reluctant at first, but with the help of his mother — with whom he shares an intensely close relationship — the boy begins to open up to others and make new friends. Some locals, however, aren’t as friendly and welcoming to the Bates, who discover that because White Pine Bay isn’t as peaceful as it appears, they are forced to do whatever it takes to survive. The drama series, from executive producers Carlton Cuse (“Lost”) and Kerry Ehrin (“Friday Night Lights”) and inspired by the seminal 1960 horror film “Psycho,” explores the formative years of Norman Bates and how his complicated bond with his mother forged a serial killer.

I’m such a huge fan of the Psycho movies that this show is intoxicating to me. However there was something uncomfortably familiar about it that I couldn’t pin down till Sunday. It was totally the story of that jealous Dutch woman I dated Monique and her son Kyle. So fucking strange that it was exactly like their relationship I would not be surprised a bit if she had followed him to wherever he went to college and lives there nearby if not even closer.

 I spent the morning getting myself ready for what I believed could possibly be the best show to date The big query was would they all be on time? Cassie as always, Ty and Matt are hit and miss and Ania my new friend well she was spot on ON TIME.

It had all the makings be a very interesting afternoon.

Earlier in the week as I was reading her EPK to study up on the interview I noticed it was written and recorded at the Bradley Mental Institute.

AZ: Bradley Mental Institute?
AT: Haha yes- my home I wrote, recorded and produced Code Blue album at home and home has a nickname.
AZ: Haha!!! I love it. Mine is Casa Diablo.
AT: Love it haha!

I woke up around 9AM and this was a good sign. I fed the cats, started the shower and my coffee and opened up the kitchen porch door. It was an exact photo negative of the day before. It was bright, blue and warm. The back doors would remain open for the balance of the daylight hours I got myself and the studio area prepared and when Michael and Jessica woke up we all sat out back. Amazing day! And all signs pointed to positive. 

A couple of hours passed and before 1PM Cassie arrived and about 25 minutes later as we were walking out the front Ania (in full stage garb) called and she had parked out front. We met her outside (in front of the neighbors) and hugged and I told her “Welcome to Casa Diablo.” It was then that I became fully aware of her thick Polish accent. It’s enough to melt an ol rawk dawg such as myself. We went upstairs put up her things and I introduced her to the cats as well as to Michael and Jessica. Not long after Ty arrived and was followed by Matthew. They both wanted to make a beer run so I had Michael do it since he was leaving anyway and I had everyone captive, on time no less and we could have the pre show meeting. 

This is when I learned what substitute teacher feel like. Cassie was stage front and we were both giving directive and nobody would pay attention or shut up. I snapped and yelled. THIS WAS IMPORTANT! Not to mention the show would be dedicated to the memory of Samantha Marie Serena who we had lost just a few days prior. 

Michael arrived with Jim Bean and PBR and made a quiet exit out the front of the house. Cassie made a round of drink and we began the show and there were technical difficulties with very loud feedback so I had to abort, we took 15 and Cassie and I reconfigured the recording gear. This was a first. 

By 3PM we were recording what can be no less described as a rock n roll circus (take 2) The show was wild and unscripted and came in just under 90 minutes. We had what could have been our best show yet which is what I had aimed for except that I could not keep anyone but Ania on subject and flow with the mapped out format. That was what the meeting was about. All in all it was good and captured the rock n roll spirit. Loose and free. 

As I began to download the show everyone went out onto the back deck and had beer and smokes. We took a few pix and I gave my new friend a tour of Casa Diablo. During the day we realized we shared some mutual friend oversees. Mortiis in Norway and Peter in Poland who is from the same town as Ania. She has performed with Mortiis a few months before and we;’e both looking forward to seeing him return to the states in January. Such a small world when you’re in this sub genre of underground music.  wouldn’t trade it for anything!

Next door was lively as some new neighbors were moving in so I decided to greet them in only the way I can and that was by tossing a Super Snap Banger/Red Cracker Snap that  Nick Huffman gave me back in summer. BAM! A car in the alley stopped and the new neighbors froze. We all laughed and Ania grabbed me laughing and said in her thick Polish accent “YOU’RE THE DEVIL!” followed by “Casa Diablo”. 

As the darkness wrapped the day everyone left and I walked around picking up 1/2 full/empty beer cans and pouring them out in the sink. UNREAL even adults cannot finish a beer before opening another and we’re pretty much middle age.Overall I was pleased which would also mean I’d have a very good night of sleep. 

I watched another episode of “Bates Motel” put on PBS and was off to sleep. 





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