It Happened to Me Music

Here Comes Your MP3 (or: Live Recordings of the Pixies’ First Concert in Over a Decade)

The good news: I secured four tickets to the Pixies reunion tour show!

The bad news: I’ll have to wait a bit. They’re playing Accordion City on November 24th. I’ll be 37 then (my birthday’s November 5th).

In the meantime, I’ll have to wait and make do with these very well-recorded MP3s of the Pixies’ first live show in 12 years. They were recorded straight off the soundboard at the Fine Line Music Cafe in Minneapolis on April 13th.

This is a big collection of files, so they’re being distributed by BitTorrent (written by my friend Bram Cohen, who I’m glad is finally reaping some rewards for writing this fine piece of software). You can download BitTorrent here.

Here’s the set list for the show:

1. Bone Machine
2. Wave of Mutilation
3. U-Mass
4. Levitate Me
5. Broken Face
6. Monkey Gone To Heaven
7. Holiday Song
8. Winterlong
9. Nimrod’s Song
10. La La Love You
11. Ed Is dead
12. Here Comes Your Man
13. Vamos
14. Debaser
15. Dead
16. Number 13 Baby
17. Tame
18. Gigantic
19. Gouge Away
20. Caribou


21. Isla De Encanta
22. Velouria
23. In Heaven->Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf)
24. Where Is My Mind?
25. Into The White

I’m listening to them right now, and lovin’ ’em!

(And yes, Meryle, I’ll burn you a copy on CD-ROM for your birthday.)

Accordion, Instrument of the Gods Music

Condolences for Weird Al

I heard via Boing Boing that “Weird Al” Yankovic’s parents died from

carbon monoxide poisoning in their sleep on April 9th. Having recently

dealt the possibility of losing a parent, I have a faint idea of the

pain he must be feeling right now.

In spite of this, he says that he’s not cancelling any of his tour

dates (he is taking some time for himself by cancelling all interviews

and other PR-related activites). He’s also encouraging people to buy

carbon monoxide detectors for their houses.

From one accordion player/parodist to another, my heart goes out to you, Al.

Be sure to read Weird Al’s message to his fans.


I’ll bet you didn’t know that the theme to Hawaii 5-0 had lyrics

[via Circadian Shift ] Bubblegum Machine posts 2 MP3s a week, and their criteria are: “If it’s ever been on K-Tel or Ronco, it’s in. If it features hand

claps, cow bells, syrupy orchestration, walls of sound, wrecking crews,

sha-la-las, toothy teen idols or candy-based metaphors for carnal acts,

it’s in.”

Tom Jones singing Ring of Fire? Yes, please! [3 MB MP3 download]

Ever wondered what the theme from Hawaii 5-0 would sound like if it had lyrics and Sammy Davis Jr. sang it? Wonder no more [2MB MP3 download].

Ever been working on a project on your computer and were so deep into

the “flow” that you forgot to save your work? Then been hit by a power

outage or system error forcing you to reboot? Then you know what Macarthur Park [7MB MP3 download] — the unexplainable and overwrought pop hit sunch by Richard Harris in his overly eeee-loooo-seeeee-dated style — is all about:

Macarthur’s Park is melting in the dark

All that sweet cream icing flooooowing doooooown

Someone left the cake out in the rain

I don’t think that I can take it

Because it took so long to bake it

And I’ll never have the recipe agaaaaaaaaaaaaain!

Forget the Donna Summer version; this is the real deal, baby!

There are 74 weeks’ worth of MP3s on the site. Download, and enjoy the pure pop cheesiness!


Album covers redrawn from memory…in MS Paint!

[ via Anil Dash’s Weblog ] Some of the album covers in this free-for-all are as good as or better than the originals!

See if you can figure out what albums these are.

George Scriban, the last album is in your collection, so you have no excuse for not knowing what it is…


"Bohemian Rhapsody", pictographically

[ via #joiito ] The forums for the Penny Arcade comic have this great rendition of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody’s lyrics. Here’s the first line:



In case you don’t know the lyrics, they’re here.

Accordion, Instrument of the Gods It Happened to Me Music

The Accidental Go-Go Dancer

Joey deVilla plays accordion while go-go dancing on the bar at The Living Room.

At last, the go-go dancer story.

There was a birthday party for my friend Marlo on Saturday. Dinner — which I missed, owing to some prior commitments — was at the anything-goes yuppie hangout Seven Numbers.

I caught up with Marlo and her entourage after dessert, at which point everyone decided that they wanted to go dancing. I suggested the neighbourhood I call “Clubland”, a busy row of bars and clubs just south of where I live. We were going to see if we could get into Fez Batik, and if the line was too long, we had at least a dozen other clubs from which we could choose.

The line for Fez wasn’t moving at all, so we decided to walk south and try our luck at the clubs on Adelaide Street. Luck was with us; while The Living Room had a decent crowd inside, there wasn’t any line.

A lovely lady tries on my cowboy hat.
Always let the ladies try your pimp hat on.

A brunette bartender in pigtails and olive green tank top motioned for me to come over to the bar.

“Can you play that thing?” she asked, pointing at my accordion, which I was wearing like a backpack.

“Yeah, otherwise it would just be a thirty-pound fashion accessory,” I replied.

“I’ll buy you a drink if you play something for me.”

I don’t remember what the DJ was playing at the time, but it was easy to figure out which key it was in. I remember the song having a simple riff and that I had no trouble playing it. The bartender was impressed and she poured two shots of Goldschlager — one for her, one for me.

A bearded man in a grey sharkskin suit walked up to me.

“That was great! By the way, I’m Tony. I run this place. Follow me to the DJ booth.”

I followed him through the crowded dance floor and into the booth.

It was occupied by the DJ and a couple of hangers-on. The DJ was
starting an old-school set with Prince’s Kiss. Tony asked the DJ for the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Tony announced, “please welcome the latest addition to The Living Room family…the Accordion Dude!”

I tipped my hat to the crowd. Tony pointed the microphone at the accordion and said “Go on, play.” Luckily, Kiss is a I-IV-V song, heavy on the sevenths, and it took me only two stabs at the keyboard to find the right key – A. I played through to the end of the song and even managed to get in a decent solo.

Tony led me to the bar on the opposite end of the dance floor, where he asked me to play something for the dreadlocked barman. I forget what the DJ was playing at the time, but once again, it was easy to figure out the notes and I played along. The earned me a free drink from this bartender, and Tony gave me a fistful of tickets good for free drinks. He then led me to the lounge near the front of the club to play for the bartender there. Marlo and company were in the lounge, so I gave them the drink tickets.

“When the accordion train comes in, everybody rides!” I said.

I managed to have a couple of vodka-and-cranberries with the birthday party before Tony came back with an idea.

“I’m gonna have you dance right on the main bar. It’ll be just like Coyote Ugly, but with an accordion.”

He put two crisp fifty dollar bills in my hand and led me to the bar with the pigtailed bartender who served me first. They cleared off a section of the bar for me, and I climbed up and played and danced.

The bartender, Jenn, kept feeding me Goldschlager shots. So far, I hadn’t spent a dime on drinks and I was actually making money.

Marlo had my camera and took a couple of pictures:

The guy in the sharkskin suit in the foreground? That’s Tony.

A couple of women reached up and tucked fivers in my pants. Inspired by this, Jenn climbed on the bar after last call and tucked my shared of the bar tips into my pockets while spanking me to the beat. This, of course, is why we boys take up playing instruments in the first place.

Joey deVilla plays accordion while go-go dancing on the bar at The Living Room.

We decided to head out for some late-night eats after Jenn closed the bar. As I walked out, Tony asked me to meet with him later in the week to discuss a performance schedule. He wants me there every Friday and Saturday night.

I don’t really want to sacrifice my weekend nights to go-go dancing.

(I just read that last sentence and thought: That’s one of those things I never expected to write.)

Joey deVilla with accordion, triumphant after the go-go dancing gig.