Happy New Year to you, and
Happy Anniversary to daddyscratches.com

I really can’t believe it’s already been a year since I launched this puppy. It truly feels like it was just a few days ago. This has, by far, been the fastest year of my life … and it seems they’re only speeding up with the passing of each one. My level of busyness has clearly impacted the volume of posts in recent months … but, hey, as a body of work, this site is 55 posts more than I would have written had I not launched it to begin with … so I’m going to focus on the 5,500% increase in posts rather than the paucity of them as of late.

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Happy Holidays!

The Scratches Family, Christmas 2006

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I like this Army better

Army of Anyone

A few weeks back, my workweek began with an assignment that kicked much ass. I was invited to attend an exclusive, in-studio performance by Army of Anyone, a new rock group that features former Filter frontman Richard Patrick, former Stone Temple Pilots members/brothers Robert DeLeo (bass) and Dean DeLeo (guitar), and former David Lee Roth Band drummer Ray Luzier. The show took place at Boston radio station WBCN.

Following the performance, I got to sit down with Richard and Robert, who I interviewed for about 40 minutes. Though I’ve done a number of interviews in the past, this was my first using a digital recorder—a Marantz PMD660, for those interested—which records the audio input onto a compact flash memory card. Very cool.

Though every molecule of ego and vanity in my body is trying desperately to stop me from sharing the following anecdote, I shall do so anyway, as I believe that honest writing, however humiliating, is always the most interesting—even if the honesty involves pointing out what a bumbling moron you occasionally are. (To wit: this entry from earlier this year.)

I have owned countless audio/visual devices over the past 25-or-so years, many of which have been outfitted with a “Pause” button. All of those behaved in the following manner: hit “Pause” while the tape/disc/whatever is in motion, and the tape/disc/whatever will, in fact, pause; hit “Pause” while the tape/disc/whatever is already in “Pause” mode, and the motion will resume.

Sadly, this is not the case with the Marantz PMD660, the “Pause” button for which is not only a “Pause” button, but is a “Pause/Record” button. When you press said button while the device is at rest, it places the device in “Record” mode, with the recording functionality on “Pause”; this is the state in which I had placed the device just prior to starting the interview. When the interview commenced, I pressed the “Pause/Record” button a second time, which resulted in what we in the journalism business refer to as “not a single fucking thing.”

And so the recorder sat there exercising the “Pause” part of its “Pause/Record” capabilities as Richard shared with me some details about his substance abuse, rehabilitation and recovery, and as Robert spoke briefly about his time in Stone Temple Pilots, as well as the period between the demise of STP and the formation of Army of Anyone.

Fortunately, it occurred to me about 10 minutes into the interview to glance at my recorder and confirm that it was still doing its job—at which point I discovered, much to my horror, it wasn’t. With as much nonchalance as I could muster, I casually pressed the “Record” button (not to be confused with the “Pause/Record” button) while acting as though I was merely adjusting a minor setting. I also simultaneously concentrated on not vomiting all over myself from the sudden wave of panic-induced nausea that had overcome me, or faint from the sudden rush of blood draining from my face.

The remaining half hour of the interview went swimmingly, and the three of us really hit it off; highlights included bonding over our mutual disdain for the U.S. political landscape, and our mutual childhood affinity for KISS. As we were saying our goodbyes, Robert said something to the effect of, “It’s great when an interview ends up being something special.” That helped soften the blow of the whole “Pause/Record” debacle.

When I first listened back to the interview, the thing that really stood out for me was how badly I wished the interviewer would just shut the fuck up. Normally, this would not be a big deal, as all of the interviews I’ve done in the past were transcribed and published as text, which meant I could omit whatever I liked, and reword any of my questions so that I seemed like a suave, erudite interviewer instead of an awkward, phumphering boob.

In recent months, however, I have begun producing audio podcasts for my employer, and the Army of Anyone interview was primarily conducted for distribution as an audio feature. Fortunately, because the interview was captured as a digital recording, I was able to transfer it to my hard drive, import it into GarageBand and edit out massive quantities of my babbling. Equally fortuitous was that the band’s management gave me free reign to use any of the music featured on the group’s debut album—a boon not only because the music makes the finished piece sound a billion times better than it otherwise would have, but also because the music helps to divert attention from my Kermit the Frog-like voice.

I’ve had shitty jobs. Jobs where the alarm clock goes off in the morning and you feel a gigantic knot form in the pit of your stomach. Chief among them would probably be that three-and-a-half-year stint in the U.S. Army. Glad I did it, nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to spend a career there.

If you had told me during my time at any one of the shitty jobs I’ve had that I would one day get paid to work from home, write about musicians, get free CDs and concert tickets, and occasionally hobnob with some of my musical heroes, I’m fairly certain I would have fallen to my knees and wept with joy.

That is a perspective I have tried not to lose over the years. I more or less have my dream job. You can’t fucking beat that.

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A little post-election reflection

SCENE: Wednesday, Nov. 8, 2006, lunchtime, kitchen table.

“Daddy, why were you dancing and clapping?”

“Well, remember yesterday when you and Jayna went with me and Mommy to vote?”


“Well, the people who we voted for, and the people who we were hoping other people would vote for, got the most votes.”

“… [blink] … ”

“Because the good guys won and the bad guys lost, pal.”

“All right! High-five, Daddy!”

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Destination: Hell. Mode of travel: Handbasket.

It is election day. The future of our country hangs in the balance. The outcome will determine which party holds sway in Congress … and, therefore, the direction the nation will take during the next few years.

I subscribe to CNN.com’s email alerts, which they send out when an important news story breaks. They are surprisingly restrained in their use of these alerts; many days often pass without a single one arriving in my inbox. In fact, they have so far dispatched only one such alert on this momentous day. It reads as follows:

Britney Spears files for divorce from her husband Kevin Federline, citing irreconcilable differences.

Consider this Exhibit A in a presentation I’m working on titled “Why We’re All Completely Fucked.”

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