Is there a band called that? I think there might be. . . But, anyway, it's the new name for my rec basketball team (1-2), after last night's double-header, we cracked the win column, and I continued to suck suck suck at full-court team basketball.
November 3rd is a date that's getting thrown around as a show date -- I think I have enough commitment from enough people to declare that it's going to happen. The venue needs to be confirmed, but that should happen soon. Tim at Dorian will be helping me put it on, and I'm trying to get Grady to come down and be on the bill too.
So, it's like there's a band!
Oh, I shot 4 for maybe 16 on the night. . . Better percentage, mostly because I was trying to crash the boards as much as I could. I got a couple of assists and some steals, but I'm still hopelessly outclassed by my team, the opposition, the time keepers, and the leather basketball. More hustle, more hustle. . .
So, uh, if you happen to be a Barn Fly, maybe bust out your cd's and relearn the songs, okay? I'll do the same. . .
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Game 1 -- the stench of defeat. . .
46-26? Something like that. I barely had the heart to ask the scorer. We got run off the court by the Queen's/RMC squad, which I think is actually a cover for NBDL and WNBDL players.
Thanks to Roland, Bonnie, Harold, Alissa, Chris, and Mike for an awesome effort -- it was our first time playing as a team, and the result aside, I think we're going to be a great team. I continue to be in way over my head, but everyone is very supportive, and there was no mention of me jacking up about 20 shots (I made, uh, 3 or 4? something like that). I came up court with the ball, ahead of my teammates, and the sideline chant was "wait for numbers!", which I took to mean, "Throw up a shot, because there's no chance we could rebound it!". My only moment of glory was a soft fade that bounced around the rim for a while -- from my point of view, I could tell it was going to drop, so I turned and ran back while everyone else waiting the 2 or 3 more seconds it took to fall; I think it was the only time all night that my check didn't beat me back downcourt.
All the shooting practice in the world was no help against a team that didn't walk up the ball once -- they ran and ran and ran. . . and ran again. At the end of the game, when I was lying on the ground gasping for air and trying to restart my heart, they were running dunking drills at the other end.
After the game, Mike asked me if I'm in a band, and I'm really starting to feel like I'm not, which is shitty, what with this being a blog about the band attached to the website about the band. I think after I post this, I'm going to throw a dart at a calendar and do a show on that date. No joke.
Take care,
Jay.
Thanks to Roland, Bonnie, Harold, Alissa, Chris, and Mike for an awesome effort -- it was our first time playing as a team, and the result aside, I think we're going to be a great team. I continue to be in way over my head, but everyone is very supportive, and there was no mention of me jacking up about 20 shots (I made, uh, 3 or 4? something like that). I came up court with the ball, ahead of my teammates, and the sideline chant was "wait for numbers!", which I took to mean, "Throw up a shot, because there's no chance we could rebound it!". My only moment of glory was a soft fade that bounced around the rim for a while -- from my point of view, I could tell it was going to drop, so I turned and ran back while everyone else waiting the 2 or 3 more seconds it took to fall; I think it was the only time all night that my check didn't beat me back downcourt.
All the shooting practice in the world was no help against a team that didn't walk up the ball once -- they ran and ran and ran. . . and ran again. At the end of the game, when I was lying on the ground gasping for air and trying to restart my heart, they were running dunking drills at the other end.
After the game, Mike asked me if I'm in a band, and I'm really starting to feel like I'm not, which is shitty, what with this being a blog about the band attached to the website about the band. I think after I post this, I'm going to throw a dart at a calendar and do a show on that date. No joke.
Take care,
Jay.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Happy Baby Recording Studios. . .
Our good friend Grady Kelneck came down on Monday for a few days and was kind enough to grace the studio with his songs and guitar and accordion. I have to add some drums and lap steel, but when the songs are mixed (and with his permission), I'll post them somewhere nearby for you to enjoy.
My rec basketball team, indie team five (we need a name), was supposed to have our first two games on wednesday, but they were cancelled -- but my team's so rad that 6 of us stuck around and rocked some 3 on 3 half-court for long enough to destroy my legs and my ego. These guys and gals can play ball -- no joke. I was working my tail off to not totally embarrass myself -- I managed to make a couple of fade-aways here and there, but overall, I was quite outclassed. Good times.
Take care,
Jay.
My rec basketball team, indie team five (we need a name), was supposed to have our first two games on wednesday, but they were cancelled -- but my team's so rad that 6 of us stuck around and rocked some 3 on 3 half-court for long enough to destroy my legs and my ego. These guys and gals can play ball -- no joke. I was working my tail off to not totally embarrass myself -- I managed to make a couple of fade-aways here and there, but overall, I was quite outclassed. Good times.
Take care,
Jay.
Friday, September 21, 2007
fade-away
I have a band. It doesn't always seem like that. But I really do.
I'm starting shooting some hoops in a rec league -- which is actually my first organized basketball situation since grade 8. I've played hundreds and hundreds of street ball games, and I've shot about a million practice fade-aways -- and just for the record, it's the best shot, the only shot. If you watch and old bulls games, when Jordan ran into 4 or 5 defenders, 14-22 feet from the net, he would just jump backwards, wait for the arms to rise and fall, and then use his arms to muscle the ball up on a perfect arc and into the basket. And you know what? 10 years later with the Wizards, when he was 40, that move still worked -- he didn't jump as far back, but it didn't matter, you can't block a well timed fade-away.
Uh. . . But maybe you don't care as much about basketball as I do. . .
Too bad. . .
We watched the documentary The Heart of the Game, which follows a high school varsity basketball coach for 7 years, and it was the first time I saw basketball footage and could picture myself somewhere other than on the team (might've helped that it was a girls team), and I started thinking about being involved with coaching. Now, I know my way around a streetball game, but I don't know a lot about being a good team player ("duh" says anyone who's ever played with me), so I'm going to start by trying to be a team player in a rec league, and I've started reading up on the x's and o's, and then maybe I'll try and volunteer for a local team.
Yes, the band, I'll get it going. No, really.
Take care,
Jay.
I'm starting shooting some hoops in a rec league -- which is actually my first organized basketball situation since grade 8. I've played hundreds and hundreds of street ball games, and I've shot about a million practice fade-aways -- and just for the record, it's the best shot, the only shot. If you watch and old bulls games, when Jordan ran into 4 or 5 defenders, 14-22 feet from the net, he would just jump backwards, wait for the arms to rise and fall, and then use his arms to muscle the ball up on a perfect arc and into the basket. And you know what? 10 years later with the Wizards, when he was 40, that move still worked -- he didn't jump as far back, but it didn't matter, you can't block a well timed fade-away.
Uh. . . But maybe you don't care as much about basketball as I do. . .
Too bad. . .
We watched the documentary The Heart of the Game, which follows a high school varsity basketball coach for 7 years, and it was the first time I saw basketball footage and could picture myself somewhere other than on the team (might've helped that it was a girls team), and I started thinking about being involved with coaching. Now, I know my way around a streetball game, but I don't know a lot about being a good team player ("duh" says anyone who's ever played with me), so I'm going to start by trying to be a team player in a rec league, and I've started reading up on the x's and o's, and then maybe I'll try and volunteer for a local team.
Yes, the band, I'll get it going. No, really.
Take care,
Jay.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
School
I sent out an Email to all current/prospective barn flyz, hopefully we'll get back a response that breathes life into the band.
I'm sitting at work -- the drums have been moved to the big studio with the window, so it's a much nicer place to come and hang-out for a few hours. My kids are all coming back from summer vacation, and I think almost all of them are continueing from last year, which is pretty nice -- either they enjoy it, or they couldn't talk their parents out of it. Drums are hard, because it's such a huge investment in time and space and money, and it puts a lot of pressure on the kids to get really good fast. I quit guitar lessons when I was 9, I remember pleading with my parents to let me quit, becuse it was sucking all the fun out of music. It's a fine line between pushing and turning-off.
I was talking with Grady Kelneck (ex-parkas) last night, about coming to K-town to do some recording, and I really want to try and put together some kind of show so he can play accordion with the band -- it probably won't come together, but it's a good mindframe.
Good luck to everyone back at school, and the University kids starting next week, and Tara, who I think is in her 24th year of education. . . Wow. . . Nice job keeping up the family average kid!
Sometimes I think about going back, and finishing either of my 2 almost-done post-secondary projects, or doing Humber College's post-grad writing workshop. . . Maybe some day.
Take care,
Jay
I'm sitting at work -- the drums have been moved to the big studio with the window, so it's a much nicer place to come and hang-out for a few hours. My kids are all coming back from summer vacation, and I think almost all of them are continueing from last year, which is pretty nice -- either they enjoy it, or they couldn't talk their parents out of it. Drums are hard, because it's such a huge investment in time and space and money, and it puts a lot of pressure on the kids to get really good fast. I quit guitar lessons when I was 9, I remember pleading with my parents to let me quit, becuse it was sucking all the fun out of music. It's a fine line between pushing and turning-off.
I was talking with Grady Kelneck (ex-parkas) last night, about coming to K-town to do some recording, and I really want to try and put together some kind of show so he can play accordion with the band -- it probably won't come together, but it's a good mindframe.
Good luck to everyone back at school, and the University kids starting next week, and Tara, who I think is in her 24th year of education. . . Wow. . . Nice job keeping up the family average kid!
Sometimes I think about going back, and finishing either of my 2 almost-done post-secondary projects, or doing Humber College's post-grad writing workshop. . . Maybe some day.
Take care,
Jay
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