MANIBLOG: I AM RIGHT..and other assorted ramblings
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> Date: September 20, 2014 at 12:24:49 AM EDT
> To: RICHARD MANITOBA
> Subject: New Recording 15
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THE DICTATORS NYC, EUROPE, SUMMER 2014.
                

              Easy KLM flight from JFK to Amsterdam. Empty seat next to me. 

Upon landing in Amsterdam, we are met by Sandra, our German promotor, and Diego our Italian everyman. They have shown already, to be super pro, easy going and, well, a road dream. Both drive, schlep, set up and sell merch, and TCB, ALL BUSINESS!

So far, so good. I have only screamed at the band once, because I hadn’t shat properly. This coupled with a lack of sleep already, make me 10 times the diva I usually am.
In 2 days I have already heard that Charlie Watts is not a good drummer, and Sharia law arrives in the East Village next week.
 Only 16 more days left.

We got off to a good start in Rotterdam. I hadn’t been to Holland since the baseball WS strike of ‘94.
About 150 people showed up to see us. At first the Dutch crowd was tough. A hard read. They weren’t just gonna “give it to me”, as I’m used to.
SO I beared down, made sure I had fun, and the boys had fun, and, as we loosened up, the audience did too.
By the time we left, it was sweaty, raucous, and, we will be invited back next year. Probably Amsterdam. This is very important to me on this trip. I don’t want to use a name, a reputation, and take the money and run. I want the people who hired us to make a profit, the people who come to see us, have a great time, and spread the word, and I want to be INVITED BACK. I am trying to build something here
16 SHOWS, CHECK, on show # 1

Tonight, Hamburg, then 9 more in 9 days, 9 different cities. Then a day off in Italy, where I MIGHT JUST STUFF MY FACE!

Then, 5 more in 5 days in 5 different cities.

On the way to Hamburg we stopped off a roadside place to pee, and hydrate. Out with the old, in with the new.   .70 Euros to use the bathroom…Put money in slot, get ticket, go through turnstile, go to bathroom. 
On the way out, IF you purchase something, you get .50 Euros credit, and the bathroom visit ONLY costs you, .20 Euros!..What a bargain….While visiting the bathroom, I saw a sign (a man in his tighty whiteys pushing condoms) for JIM TIESO’S club, THE ANVIL HAMBURG…The cub in Hamburg is in an industrial port area. I’m posting pics of Hamburg, JIM TIESO’S ANVIL SIGN, our new KREW, the PAY TERLIT, and some posters….Hasta luego

                     In Loving Memory Of  TOMMY RAMONE
I said  R I P Tommy before I went to bed

Then I woke up with a whole bigger, more intense  feeling.

I knew Tommy since the beginning of the Ramones-Dictators friendship, 

Which was a great one.

We were contemporaries, fans of each other’s bands.

Tons of love and respect. Musically, cut out of a very similar piece of cloth.

Tommy was a very quiet man. We were complete  opposites. REALLY!

A few years back, at the YIVO Institute of Yiddish culture in Manhattan, Tommy, myself, Chris Stein, and Lenny Kaye shared a stage, discussing Punk Rock and the Jewish connection. 240 people showed up to hear us Punk Jews opinionatin’ n’ shit. 

In all the years I have known the Ramones, Tommy and Joey are the ones I felt closest with. Joey was a real pal, who I hung with. DD a pal from a distance. Depending which DD showed up that day, we were close or not. 

Johnny, I always got along with. His surly rep, and vibe of wanting to be left alone and controlling  his environment always kept me at arms length. That was ok.I KNEW we had YANKEE love in common. I always depended on THAT as a conversation opener. Again, much mutual respect. 

I never had a lot of communication with Tommy. I did not know him well, as in being real close, good friends. But since day one, back in ‘76 or so, every single time I ran into Tommy, or shared some Punk Rock stage with him, there was never anything but good vibes. We were glad to see each other, with the silent acknowledgment that he and I shared something special on this planet (besides our January 29th birthdays)


I actually (Jeez, I hope THIS don’t make me MORE enemies!) always thought of Tommy as “The Normal Ramone”…Quiet, not involved in the bullshit, got out IN TIME..I could be wrong about this summation, but it’s how I thought of him anyway.

A coupla’  tree years ago, my family rented a house near Woodstock, NY…On a day we were to drive back to the city so I could record my radio program, we were gonna stop in  the town of Phoenicia first, to see Tommy and his woman do their bluegrass thing.

The skies opened up with rain, never letting up, and we opted for a straight ride to the city. I never got to see Tommy’s bluegrass band.

Tommy died in a manner I think was true to his quietness, his private ways. I had no idea he was sick, or in a hospice.

The thing that got to me today, the thing I spoke of at the top of this writing, was bigger than Tommy. Bigger than the Dictators. Bigger than the Ramones.(But not bigger than the BEATLES!)

It is my/our mortality


There are a fixed amount of experiences we will all have in our lifetime.

As I grow older, I lose more and more of the people that were part of my experiences. In this case, one of the great experiences of my life. Music, Punk Rock, CBGB, The Ramones. 

Four Original RAMONES. For my MONEY, THEE RAMONES. PERIOD.
GONE.

A whole section of my life, GONE. Now a memory. Like all experiences, they turn into a memory. 

But OH!, what a great memory it is.

Thank you for leaving the world the legacy, the JOY, known as THE RAMONES BODY OF MUSIC, Tommy me boy.

I’ll see ya’ up there, uh, wait, maybe down there….

REST IN PIECE my friend.

HDM
NYC
12 JULY 2014



 

                     In Loving Memory Of  TOMMY RAMONE

I said  R I P Tommy before I went to bed

Then I woke up with a whole bigger, more intense  feeling.

I knew Tommy since the beginning of the Ramones-Dictators friendship, 

Which was a great one.

We were contemporaries, fans of each other’s bands.

Tons of love and respect. Musically, cut out of a very similar piece of cloth.

Tommy was a very quiet man. We were complete  opposites. REALLY!

A few years back, at the YIVO Institute of Yiddish culture in Manhattan, Tommy, myself, Chris Stein, and Lenny Kaye shared a stage, discussing Punk Rock and the Jewish connection. 240 people showed up to hear us Punk Jews opinionatin’ n’ shit. 

In all the years I have known the Ramones, Tommy and Joey are the ones I felt closest with. Joey was a real pal, who I hung with. DD a pal from a distance. Depending which DD showed up that day, we were close or not. 

Johnny, I always got along with. His surly rep, and vibe of wanting to be left alone and controlling  his environment always kept me at arms length. That was ok.I KNEW we had YANKEE love in common. I always depended on THAT as a conversation opener. Again, much mutual respect. 

I never had a lot of communication with Tommy. I did not know him well, as in being real close, good friends. But since day one, back in ‘76 or so, every single time I ran into Tommy, or shared some Punk Rock stage with him, there was never anything but good vibes. We were glad to see each other, with the silent acknowledgment that he and I shared something special on this planet (besides our January 29th birthdays)

I actually (Jeez, I hope THIS don’t make me MORE enemies!) always thought of Tommy as “The Normal Ramone”…Quiet, not involved in the bullshit, got out IN TIME..I could be wrong about this summation, but it’s how I thought of him anyway.

A coupla’  tree years ago, my family rented a house near Woodstock, NY…On a day we were to drive back to the city so I could record my radio program, we were gonna stop in  the town of Phoenicia first, to see Tommy and his woman do their bluegrass thing.

The skies opened up with rain, never letting up, and we opted for a straight ride to the city. I never got to see Tommy’s bluegrass band.

Tommy died in a manner I think was true to his quietness, his private ways. I had no idea he was sick, or in a hospice.

The thing that got to me today, the thing I spoke of at the top of this writing, was bigger than Tommy. Bigger than the Dictators. Bigger than the Ramones.(But not bigger than the BEATLES!)

It is my/our mortality

There are a fixed amount of experiences we will all have in our lifetime.

As I grow older, I lose more and more of the people that were part of my experiences. In this case, one of the great experiences of my life. Music, Punk Rock, CBGB, The Ramones. 

Four Original RAMONES. For my MONEY, THEE RAMONES. PERIOD.

GONE.

A whole section of my life, GONE. Now a memory. Like all experiences, they turn into a memory. 

But OH!, what a great memory it is.

Thank you for leaving the world the legacy, the JOY, known as THE RAMONES BODY OF MUSIC, Tommy me boy.

I’ll see ya’ up there, uh, wait, maybe down there….

REST IN PIECE my friend.

HDM

NYC

12 JULY 2014

 

Think about it folks. What is GENIUS. To me, HDM, it is shooting a TV show, about 55-60 years ago, that has 4 main stars, 3, 95% of the time. Set?..A door, a window, a table, a chair an icebox, a stove?…50 sq. ft. of space, 90% of the time. Words. Dialogue (lots of improv, I bet), acting, and…MAGIC…Think about the above. How AMAZING these people were, to make us want to see this claustrophobic setting, and these 3 people, over, and over, and over again. For decade after decade, after decade.…….GENIUS!

Think about it folks. What is GENIUS. To me, HDM, it is shooting a TV show, about 55-60 years ago, that has 4 main stars, 3, 95% of the time. Set?..A door, a window, a table, a chair an icebox, a stove?…50 sq. ft. of space, 90% of the time. Words. Dialogue (lots of improv, I bet), acting, and…MAGIC…Think about the above. How AMAZING these people were, to make us want to see this claustrophobic setting, and these 3 people, over, and over, and over again. For decade after decade, after decade.
…….GENIUS!

HDM » *PTC’D!
(*Pissed To Capacity)
In the old days, we had HEAD SHOPS. Little out of the way places where “heads” could purchase rolling paper,little hash pipes, or the occasional bong.
Jews ran candy stores, that served fountain specialities, home made soup, spaldeens, pencie pinkies, stick pretzels, and the like. 

XENOPHOBE MANITOBA sees, in EVERY FUCKIN’ CANDY STORE WINDOW, OWNED BY _____________,(FILL IN THE BLANK) BONGS.LIKE THE ONES PICTURED ABOVE. THIS IS WHEN I HATE THIS CITY…TITS AND ASS MAGS ARE OFFENSIVE, BUT HIDDEN IN THE BACK OF THE STORE.
WHILE DRUG PARAPHERNALIA IS PROMINENTLY DISPLAYED IN THE WINDOW.
DONE.  

HDM » *PTC’D!

(*Pissed To Capacity)

In the old days, we had HEAD SHOPS. Little out of the way places where “heads” could purchase rolling paper,little hash pipes, or the occasional bong.

Jews ran candy stores, that served fountain specialities, home made soup, spaldeens, pencie pinkies, stick pretzels, and the like. 

XENOPHOBE MANITOBA sees, in EVERY FUCKIN’ CANDY STORE WINDOW, OWNED BY _____________,(FILL IN THE BLANK) BONGS.LIKE THE ONES PICTURED ABOVE. THIS IS WHEN I HATE THIS CITY…TITS AND ASS MAGS ARE OFFENSIVE, BUT HIDDEN IN THE BACK OF THE STORE.

WHILE DRUG PARAPHERNALIA IS PROMINENTLY DISPLAYED IN THE WINDOW.

DONE.  

2 EAST VILLAGE BEE YOU TEEZ!  ZOE HANSEN & ANN HANAVAN

2 EAST VILLAGE BEE YOU TEEZ! ZOE HANSEN & ANN HANAVAN

HDM #50CENT

HDM #50CENT

For people who don’t understand my relationship with this man, the "INTERNET SENSATION" JIM TIESO, let me explain.

Jim and I love to one up each other with torturous pictures making fun of each other.We have become very good friends.Our private messages, belie our true friendship. Out public posts are for “ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY”. It is a relief from the daily stresses of life. Nothing more, nothing less,
If you get it, and think it’s funny, good. Enjoy the laughter. If you don’t, well, then don’t.

Jim was supposed to come to NYC this weekend for a UFC fight, and a coupla’ tree dinners. Sadly, his dad passed away at 92 years of age. 

Jim’s dad won a Purple Heart from  duty served in  WWII. He was at Iwo Jima. He was as tough an old school Italian man as there was.

I am taking this moment to thank Jim’s father for his service, and for helping spawn a wonderful son, who is as generous, gracious,selfless, and loving as a good friend could be.The MANITOBA FAMILY loves the TIESO FAMILY .
We wish you all strength and love at this time…...and I am putting on a straightjacket for a week or so, so I can’t post anymore photos making fun of Jim…

For people who don’t understand my relationship with this man, the "INTERNET SENSATION" JIM TIESO, let me explain.

Jim and I love to one up each other with torturous pictures making fun of each other.We have become very good friends.Our private messages, belie our true friendship. Out public posts are for “ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY”. It is a relief from the daily stresses of life. Nothing more, nothing less,

If you get it, and think it’s funny, good. Enjoy the laughter. If you don’t, well, then don’t.

Jim was supposed to come to NYC this weekend for a UFC fight, and a coupla’ tree dinners. Sadly, his dad passed away at 92 years of age. 

Jim’s dad won a Purple Heart from  duty served in  WWII. He was at Iwo Jima. He was as tough an old school Italian man as there was.

I am taking this moment to thank Jim’s father for his service, and for helping spawn a wonderful son, who is as generous, gracious,selfless, and loving as a good friend could be.

The MANITOBA FAMILY loves the TIESO FAMILY .

We wish you all strength and love at this time….

..and I am putting on a straightjacket for a week or so, so I can’t post anymore photos making fun of Jim…

HDM THE PRESENTER!
C’MON DOWN!!!!!!