Be Your Own Pet
MOMMY
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True story time: Be Your Own Pet opened for my band the Dirtbombs back in May of 2005. I believe they only had an (essentially) self-released CD single out at that time. The hype was building, if they hadn't already signed a proper record deal they were just on the verge of doing so.
There was an excitement building, arguably as many people in the room to check them out as to see us, but you know, it was charming that they were all 15 or 16 years old.
I swear on everything that I hold holy, my thoughts at that time were "I think their third album is going to be amazing."
We'd play more shows with them, become friends, I moved to Nashville, put out a record by one of their side projects...our lives became more and more entwined.
I'd have half a thought thinking that the second Turbo Fruits album, coupled with the Jemina Pearl solo album and the second Jeff The Brotherhood album, in an odd way, kinda accomplished the expectations of that missing third album.
So imagine my absolute PRIDE first raised punching the air enthusiasm when "MOMMY" landed at Third Man and...it's absolutely amazing. Just like my prediction from 18 years earlier.
I'm giving away an autographed copy of "MOMMY" on LP and CD in addition to a BYOP tote bag all to the best comment here. The writing prompt is...tell me the best prediction you ever made. Extra points the longer it took to come to fruition. Can be real life or if your imagination is super good...totally make it up. Deadline to post is midnight central time Thursday August 31st.
I predicted Trump would be a disaster 😂 Honestly the tho, when he first announced in 2015 I told all sorts of people he would tear our country apart.
In 1991 I predicted Scott Walker would release new music. 1995 “Tilt”. I manifested it so you can thank or blame me
I predicted the correct PowerBall numbers next week. I hope.
The Writer/SAG Actor strike will end 9/14/2023. And we all will get back to work!
I was in Evansville, IN in October 2019. My wife and I stumbled across a front porch music festival put on by a local Catholic church. We thought it was pretty cool. On our three hour drive home, I told my lovely lady that I wanted to start a porch fest in our town. I told her we could have the coolest event our town has ever seen. That winter I talked to a couple of musician friends on what they thought about the event and were there enough local musicians to put this together. I talked with the city department on what steps needed to occur to get it off the ground. Then, COVID hit. I shelved the idea until late spring 2021. In the process of collecting information people kept telling me I should talk to different people that had experience putting music events together. One person’s name kept coming up, Ken B. The other names varied from person to person, but Ken’s was mentioned each time. One person said in passing that Ken had been working on siding his garage. So, I started trolling downtown looking for a guy siding his garage. I found the one guy. We put the event together in just under six weeks. We had almost 700 people attend. We had ten bands on nine porches. It was a great day, but we weren’t that great yet. 2022, we increased it to thirteen bands on twelve porches. We also added several local restaurants with food tents. The numbers showed that we had over 4,000 people attend. This year’s event was last Saturday. We had nineteen amazing bands across multiple genres including a mariachi band, a hard rock band where the members were 14&15 years old, a soul band, a blues performer, and a 1970’s era Ghana pop band, just to name a few. We added two more food venders, and the early numbers show that over 9,000 people were at the event. We have quietly, in three years built the coolest event our town has seen.
I wish I could, I seem to have an uncanny ability to make only the worst predictions. Like looking at someone and telling them exactly how their lives will go the next three years and who they will marry or figuring out what will go wrong down to the minute. Despite the protests of no, that won’t happen or you worry too much, they all come true. It’s like an ability to curse reality into happening. Sometimes I can spot it coming and get out of the way but usually it’s a quick summation of doom and gloom. It only seems to benefit me on little things (this flight is going to be cancelled at 10pm, find another way home). Even with this comment I can predict that someone will have a pithy comment that will be the obvious better choice. Predictions are dangerous things, they either set expectations or come true.
When the compact disc came out in the early 1980’s, I predicted that one day, we would have music on little computer chips about the size of a stick of chewing gum. Now we have SD & micro SD cards! I was close…
I want my Mommy!
Years ago I was at dinner with a friend, I predicted that he would regret not ordering the shrimp. I should have given John D. A few of my shrimp.
Only time I’ve every predicted anything correctly was at a trivia night and the hosts were testing the audio for a music round and I said “please let it be something gay like This is What Dreams are Made of” and immediately Hillary Duff’s voice filled the bar with the queer essential from the cinematic masterpiece, The Lizzie McGuire Movie. Might not have taken a long time, but I now know how Ms. Cleo felt all the time.