“funkadelic studios”

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“4 january 2014”:

performed a solo set @ “funkadelic” open mic tonight…it was a fifth floor place…209 west 40th street…between 7th and 8th avenue…clark cotton picked me up ’round 6pm…

performed a solo set @ “funkadelic” open mic tonight…it was a fifth floor place…209 west 40th street…between 7th and 8th avenue…clark cotton picked me up ’round 6pm…

cell:
(917)750-0496

studio:
(212)696-2513

it was bad weather…freezing cold and lots of snow…but we made it in through the lincoln tunnel…had to pay $10 per set…7 minutes per performer…i was slated to go on 13th…(and 14th and 15th)…but of course clark cotton wanted to perform as well…

the open mic is run by “mike geffner”…another middle-aged jew..partners with mister orlando (who reminded me of a jewish version of fred marigliano)…

the event was called “the inspired word”…

“THE INSPIRED WORD”

mike.geffner@gmail.com

i was in a private rehearsal room chain smoking when i was called to perform…

some goofy middle-aged nigger was the “MC” for the night…trying to insert his corny jokes between each act…

i played “helter skelter –> take me to the river”, “brainwashed”, “oh! darling”…then clark cotton joined me onstage for “house of the rising sun”…i didn’t even have a vocal mic but i still outsung them all…then clark asked to “borrow” my guitar because he wanted to perform…as i predicted, he broke a string…the G string…the lady who owned the space gave me a free string out of the vending machine (but she wouldn’t give me an entire pack)….(0.16 gauge)…i should probably know that by now…somehow it felt too light…

i gave away some “tabula rasa” CDs for free (as usual)…i don’t think it did me any good…talked to the two jews who owned the “rehearsal space”…the old man was especially obnoxious…a “partner” of the other jew who ran the open mic…he smoked a cigarette with me but he couldn’t shut up about himself…his wife seemed younger and friendlier…her name seems to be “dawn m orlando”…i was somewhat attracted to her…

i requested to perform a song to close out the night…i was going to do “let it charge –> missed opportunities”…the guy wouldn’t let me…instead they closed out with a middle-aged spoken word jamaican nutcase…i knew he would bring up jesus, bob marley, and zion…he brought up all three within his first minute of nonsense…but clark cotton was being too respectful to every performer…i was drinking my lemon-lime gatorade and pretending to clap…some fat middle-aged nigger sat to my left…

dawn m orlando fb friended me…and became a fan of the joga page…

(until i mistakenly thought she defanned the page)
(then i called her a big dumb jewish woman and defriended her)
(no response)
(does me no good if she friends every shitty struggling band in existence)

www.funkadelicstudios.com

cell:
(917)750-0496

studio:
(212)696-2513

it was bad weather…freezing cold and lots of snow…but we made it in through the lincoln tunnel…had to pay $10 per set…7 minutes per performer…i was slated to go on 13th…(and 14th and 15th)…but of course clark cotton wanted to perform as well…

the open mic is run by “mike geffner”…another middle-aged jew..partners with mister orlando (who reminded me of a jew version of fred marigliano)…the event was called “the inspired word”…

http://inspiredwordnyc.com
mike.geffner@gmail.com

i was in a private rehearsal room chain smoking when i was called to perform…some goofy middle-aged nigger was the “MC” for the night…trying to insert his corny jokes between each act…

i played “helter skelter –> take me to the river”, “brainwashed”, “oh! darling”…then clark cotton joined me onstage for “house of the rising sun”…i didn’t even have a vocal mic but i still outsung them all…then clark asked to “borrow” my guitar because he wanted to perform…as i predicted, he broke a string…the G string…the lady who owned the space gave me a free string out of the vending machine (but she wouldn’t give me an entire pack)….(0.16 gauge)…i should probably know that by now…somehow it felt too light…

i gave away some “tabula rasa” CDs for free (as usual)…i don’t think it did me any good…talked to the two jews who owned the “rehearsal space”…the old man was especially obnoxious…a “partner” of the other jew who ran the open mic…he smoked a cigarette with me but he couldn’t shut up about himself…his wife seemed younger and friendlier…her name seems to be “dawn m orlando”…i was somewhat attracted to her…

i requested to perform a song to close out the night…i was going to do “let it charge –> missed opportunities”…the guy wouldn’t let me…instead they closed out with a middle-aged spoken word jamaican nutcase…i knew he would bring up jesus, bob marley, and zion…he brought up all three within his first minute of nonsense…but clark cotton was being too respectful to every performer…i was drinking my lemon-lime gatorade and pretending to clap…some fat middle-aged nigger sat to my left…

dawn m orlando fb friended me…and became a fan of the joga page…

(until i mistakenly thought she defanned the page)
(then i called her a big dumb jewish woman and defriended her)
(no response)

(does me no good if she ‘fans’ every last shitty struggling band in existence)
(‘artistic socialism’)
(‘cooperation’ / ‘collaoration’ over ‘competition’)

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