Tim Fezziwig
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TimSTREEWALKin'FEZZ here at the chipped.I log in I see FEZZ on the boards. Write like Fezz, that is VERY hard to do. I had trouble doing it.
I started writing in earnest when I was 19. The world was my turdbowl. I had no clue what to be? a dancer,wrestler,pornostar,plumber,astronaut, hitman,,,,,,,???????
I knew what to do. Be a POET
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My Sordid ART History
Second best Young Poet Philly 1988
BANNED from Philly Poets Society 1990< For CRIMES AGAINST POETRY
That means I wasn't a lapdog
Form OLD FEZZIWIG 1991- We DESTROY immediately. Every gig the crowd grew. We record 8 song demo in 6 hours.
1993= CHAOS!ANGER!BAND MUTINY!BANNED from tri-state area. It was VERY exciting. Washed-up by 28.
Start writing SLACK NEWS 1994. I produce 10 issues. I get fan-mail.
I feel the momentum. THe SLACK NEWS consisted of poetry,criticism,comics,advice,,,,,,,,,,
I get aggravated 1994,,,,,,I quit writing...................
NO MORE ART, ALWAYS ENDS IN TEARS/MADNESS
I get fired from printing job 1994,'94 was a MANIC YEAr
I buy a newspaper. I go for a hike. I end up in an ampitheatre. New Jersey side of WASHINGTON'S CROSSING STATE PARK. I search want-ads. One ad GLOWS......
Wanted: Artistic person needed benefits + paid vacation.
Should I re-enter the ART world? YES!YES! YES!
I load up my '71 LeMans . Guitar,various writings,photos. Time to get paid for my ART. I pull into the driveway. There are 6 men and a woman on the lawn.
I jump out of the car,ART in hand,
"The ARTIST is here. Pay me!"
The woman walks over. The men follow.
"GREAT, we need you."
I find out my ART job is a LIE. This was social work. The men were insane. They needed "guidance."
The years jumpinjack by. I get grey hair. I produce no ART. I get married. I tell the wife what a great ARTIST I was. I did still mess with the guitar. Nothing substancial. I mainly practice histrionics. I get REALLY good at jumping+windmilling+pick scraping.
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Washed-up ART career
2007
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"Yeah?"
"Tim?"
"YEAH?"
" Violent Pat Society here."
"Hey sweets."
"Come out."
"NO!"
"Adolescents at Troc, DICKS at NORTHSTAR."
" Pick me up at 10:00 pm EST."
Violent Pat arrives. We head to CHINATOWN. The Adolescents DESTROY the Troc. We head for the DICKS show.
The DICKS inspired me. Gary Floyd, flaming-gay-redneck frontman, sat at the bar. He flirted with me. I talked BS. He laughed his fat butt off. I bought him shot after shot. He gets onstage. He is 56.
I decide to get a band together. I write 27 new songs. I find a timid bassist and a druggie-drummer. We gel immediately. We play my comeback show.
FEZZ LIVE AT THE RED STALLION 2008
I don't miss a chord. No rust. MRS.FEZZ is impressed.
We play three more gigs. I feel stronger than ever. We record 5 song EP. I'm ready to challenge the White Stripes/Black Keys. OH NO! Bassist has breakdown. Drummer doses with oxy. We break up.........
2009-2010- I "force" my guitar-tech to bash kit. The third "comeback" is the charm. Join MLP to hype band.
2011- My"drummer" stops showing up for practice. NO MORE R+R FOR ME!
2012-
RRRRRRRRRiiiinnnggggg Rrrrriiiiingggg
"Yeah?"
"Tim?"
"YEAH!"
"Johnny Hate here."
Johnny Hate got me into the R+R game in 1991. He was in my "brother" band=SPACECHRIST. Great bassist. Fronts successful cover-band w/singer wife.
" I want to join FEZZ."
"FEZZ IS DEAD."
"C'mon BRUDDAH."
I don't hesitate.
"Play drums. We'll be a SUPER-POWER DUO."
We practice. We sound RAW. We play a gig. KICKS ACe. We record 5 songs. I'm better than ever. A "drunken" Johnny dumps recordings. Johnny gets sober
2013-
I sit here. No practice in 6 months. I write CRAZED confessional prose. I saw Johnny on I-95< main highway in Philly. I beeped and mimed guitar. Johnny saw me. He made the "phone sign." We will play again?
I'm debating an ART change. Do I even want to flog the ROCK? I know I can produce, not sure I want to. I'm thinking a one-man show. Maybe I'll include MRS.FEZZ?
I'm thinking a stage setting. Werewolves+REAL blood+ strange feedback. I could recite poetry and bleed. Then SSSRRREEEAAAKKKKK. A transformation. Can I channel the inner-wolf? Maybe one-man FUZZ guitar?
Dang, Why won't the FUZZ guitar leave my mind.
I know. I'll produce comedy vids.I'm REALLy funny when I want to be
Tim Fezz sits at the chipped. He is an APPLEHEAD
I started writing in earnest when I was 19. The world was my turdbowl. I had no clue what to be? a dancer,wrestler,pornostar,plumber,astronaut, hitman,,,,,,,???????
I knew what to do. Be a POET
???????????????????????????????????????????????
My Sordid ART History
Second best Young Poet Philly 1988
BANNED from Philly Poets Society 1990< For CRIMES AGAINST POETRY
That means I wasn't a lapdog
Form OLD FEZZIWIG 1991- We DESTROY immediately. Every gig the crowd grew. We record 8 song demo in 6 hours.
1993= CHAOS!ANGER!BAND MUTINY!BANNED from tri-state area. It was VERY exciting. Washed-up by 28.
Start writing SLACK NEWS 1994. I produce 10 issues. I get fan-mail.
I feel the momentum. THe SLACK NEWS consisted of poetry,criticism,comics,advice,,,,,,,,,,I get aggravated 1994,,,,,,I quit writing...................
NO MORE ART, ALWAYS ENDS IN TEARS/MADNESS
I get fired from printing job 1994,'94 was a MANIC YEAr
I buy a newspaper. I go for a hike. I end up in an ampitheatre. New Jersey side of WASHINGTON'S CROSSING STATE PARK. I search want-ads. One ad GLOWS......
Wanted: Artistic person needed benefits + paid vacation.
Should I re-enter the ART world? YES!YES! YES!
I load up my '71 LeMans . Guitar,various writings,photos. Time to get paid for my ART. I pull into the driveway. There are 6 men and a woman on the lawn.
I jump out of the car,ART in hand,
"The ARTIST is here. Pay me!"
The woman walks over. The men follow.
"GREAT, we need you."
I find out my ART job is a LIE. This was social work. The men were insane. They needed "guidance."
The years jumpinjack by. I get grey hair. I produce no ART. I get married. I tell the wife what a great ARTIST I was. I did still mess with the guitar. Nothing substancial. I mainly practice histrionics. I get REALLY good at jumping+windmilling+pick scraping.
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Washed-up ART career
2007
RRRRRrrriiiiinnggg RrrrrrIiiiinnnggg
"Yeah?"
"Tim?"
"YEAH?"
" Violent Pat Society here."
"Hey sweets."
"Come out."
"NO!"
"Adolescents at Troc, DICKS at NORTHSTAR."
" Pick me up at 10:00 pm EST."
Violent Pat arrives. We head to CHINATOWN. The Adolescents DESTROY the Troc. We head for the DICKS show.
The DICKS inspired me. Gary Floyd, flaming-gay-redneck frontman, sat at the bar. He flirted with me. I talked BS. He laughed his fat butt off. I bought him shot after shot. He gets onstage. He is 56.
I decide to get a band together. I write 27 new songs. I find a timid bassist and a druggie-drummer. We gel immediately. We play my comeback show.
FEZZ LIVE AT THE RED STALLION 2008
I don't miss a chord. No rust. MRS.FEZZ is impressed.
We play three more gigs. I feel stronger than ever. We record 5 song EP. I'm ready to challenge the White Stripes/Black Keys. OH NO! Bassist has breakdown. Drummer doses with oxy. We break up.........
2009-2010- I "force" my guitar-tech to bash kit. The third "comeback" is the charm. Join MLP to hype band.
2011- My"drummer" stops showing up for practice. NO MORE R+R FOR ME!
2012-
RRRRRRRRRiiiinnnggggg Rrrrriiiiingggg
"Yeah?"
"Tim?"
"YEAH!"
"Johnny Hate here."
Johnny Hate got me into the R+R game in 1991. He was in my "brother" band=SPACECHRIST. Great bassist. Fronts successful cover-band w/singer wife.
" I want to join FEZZ."
"FEZZ IS DEAD."
"C'mon BRUDDAH."
I don't hesitate.
"Play drums. We'll be a SUPER-POWER DUO."
We practice. We sound RAW. We play a gig. KICKS ACe. We record 5 songs. I'm better than ever. A "drunken" Johnny dumps recordings. Johnny gets sober
2013-
I sit here. No practice in 6 months. I write CRAZED confessional prose. I saw Johnny on I-95< main highway in Philly. I beeped and mimed guitar. Johnny saw me. He made the "phone sign." We will play again?
I'm debating an ART change. Do I even want to flog the ROCK? I know I can produce, not sure I want to. I'm thinking a one-man show. Maybe I'll include MRS.FEZZ?
I'm thinking a stage setting. Werewolves+REAL blood+ strange feedback. I could recite poetry and bleed. Then SSSRRREEEAAAKKKKK. A transformation. Can I channel the inner-wolf? Maybe one-man FUZZ guitar?
Dang, Why won't the FUZZ guitar leave my mind.
I know. I'll produce comedy vids.I'm REALLy funny when I want to be
Tim Fezz sits at the chipped. He is an APPLEHEAD
