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|Saturday, September 6th, 2008|
|Captain Zorikh's Birthday Open Mike Crawl!
CAPTAIN ZORIKH'S BIRTHDAY OPEN MIKE CRAWL!
Hi Friends and Fans. It's that time of year again! Yes, every September 6th I celebrate the anniversary of my first exposure to this fabulous mystery we call Life. This year it happens to fall upon this coming Saturday.
I have decided that this year I will do not one, but TWO open mikes!
The first one will be at Banjo Jim's at 700 E. 9th Street, just off Ave C. Sign up is at 2:45, and the music begins at 3:00 PM
The second one will be at Paddy Reilly's, the famous bar the Black 47 used to do weekly gigs at. It is located at 519 2nd Ave at 29th Street, and they know how to pour a proper Guinness! Sign up is at 5:30The action begins there at 6:00 PM.
If we last that long we might make it to the open jam at Fat Cat on 75 Christopher Street at 1:30 AM.
There will be a diner stop along the way at a place to be determined.
I would love to see as many people along this “crawl” as possible. Those of you who are musicians (and I know who you are) are invited to jam with me or to sign up and do your own open mike performance.
You can join in at any point along the crawl. Just call me at 917-865-1214 if you are not sure where I am at any particular moment to join (like if you want to join in the “to be determined” dinner stop).
Happy Birthday to Me! (If you were there last year, you know how old I am this year!)
http://www.captainzorikh.com Current Mood: excited
|Sunday, July 13th, 2008|
|Captain Zorikh's New Glasses Benefit CD!
Captain Zorikh's New Glasses Benefit CD!
Over the course of a person's life, glasses get lost, damaged, destroyed, worn out, and it comes time to replace them.
Such a time has come upon Captain Zorikh.
My famous aviator-shape spectacled with the transitions lenses have become too scratched and worn to wear, the really cool, very expensive rimless glasses you can see in the “M&M Song” video on Youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrthXdfCg3U went and disappeared at a Valentine's Day party. Those round glasses, that really aren't doing it for me anyway, have had their ear pieces replaced twice and the bridge has given way. The little round glasses that I have had since 2000 had broken a while back, which had prompted the purchase of the new rimless ones. The old navigator frames, which had been brought out of retirement as the Last Pair Left, suffered a fatal twist on the way home from the Totally Normal Event and the attachment point for the ear piece has broken off.
In short, it's time for new glasses. I found two perfect pair, one a quite fashionable aviator frame that will go great with the transitions lenses, and the other a wireless set with nigh-indestructible stainless steel handles, at a buy-one-get-the-other-pair-half-off deal. To support the purchase of these glasses, I have produced a CD of all-original songs . Some of them are the best cuts from previous CD's, some are brand new. There are 11 songs in all (with one bonus “hidden” track) with myself on guitar, harmonica and vocals, and support from Eli Maniscalco and Danny Wacker on guitar, Eli on bass, Jeff Webb of Eastwinds drummers on drums and percussion, and Marnen Laibow-Koser on fiddle/violin.
You can see the conditions of my glasses, and order the CD through my website at http://www.captainzorikh.com/glasses. If you are not inclined to buy a CD, but would still like to contribute to the cause, please feel free to purchase any other item on my Watch This Space catalogue page, or even order anything through Amazon.com through any Amazon.com link on any of my websites. Finally, if actually buying something is of no interest to you, but you would still like to contribute to the causes, you can use the Amazon Honor System by clicking on the link at http://www.captainzorikh.com/glasses
In other news, I have posted a new video on YouTube. You can find it at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX2rpGMtC9Y. It is a report of my bout at the Grappler's Quest tournament last weekend. The report explains why we don't actually have video of the match.
Also, my review of “The Incredible Hulk” is up at http://bigapplemedia.blogspot.com/.
Finally, there will be a review of the first issue of “Billy Batson and the Magic of Shazam” at http://captainmarvelculture.blogspot.com/ by tomorrow.
Hang in, see well!
Current Mood: hopeful
|Sunday, September 23rd, 2007|
|It could happen to anyone. Why me? Lost guitar on Subway
There are 8 million stories in the naked city. Some of them intertwine and intersect. I am sending this message in the hope that in a week of entwining intersections, there can be just one more that can help me get my guitar back.
Captain Zorikh did it again. After an enjoyable evening at the Church of Pop website launch party (http://www.thechurchofpop.com , a very interesting event of multi-media art and entertainment), I headed home on the L train at about 12:15 with every intention of getting home and working on my Captain Marvel Culture website (http://www.captainmarvelculture.com). I had my Washburn acoustic guitar in its black Manny's Music gig bag on my back, but took it off so I could stand up and distribute a few flyers for the Big Apple Convention coming up on November 16-17-18 (http://www.bigapplecon.com). I sat back down when I was done and pulled out a copy of Avengers #191 to read for the rest of the brief journey. When I got to the Montrose Ave stop, I got up and walked out. I stopped at the deli outside the subway exit, and, after ordering a roast beef sandwich (lettuce, tomato and mustard, on a roll), I realized...I didn't have my guitar.
I rushed back down to the subway platform and told the token booth attendant (I'm sorry, I'll always call them that. Just nostalgic, I guess) who did yeoman service making phone calls to let the conductor know that I had left my guitar in the train and to see if he could find it. After an interminable wait, the word was...no guitar.
It's a very horrible feeling to realize one has lost his guitar. This guitar has been a significant part of my livelihood for the past few years. It is one of the few purchases I have made that has paid for itself, many times over. It has helped me get through rough emotional times and helped me communicate my joy with other people.
But also with the guitar was the case it was carried in, and in that case were extra strings, two harmonicas and a harmonica holder, a capo, extra picks, loose change from busking, and a dozen or so Watch This Space comics, various issues, for me to sell.
It was a dumb, simple, way of forgetting it. Such a significant loss for such a miniscule payoff.
So I guess three things could have happened. 12) a good Samaritan now has my guitar and is going through my extra strings, harmonica, loose change from busking (all the foreign coins and amusement park slugs that get tossed in) and dozen or so copies of my Watch This Space comics to find contact info to get the guitar back to its rightful owner or 2) they turned it in to a station attendant who will turn it in to the MTA lost & found or 3) they are keeping it for themselves, thus saving $350 on a very good-sounding guitar (despite some wear and tear). There is also the possibility that it was kidnapped by aliens, but that's not very likely and I don't accept it. If it had been taken for an "unattended package" then the train line would have been shut down and I would know exactly where it is.
So, over the course of this week I have met one person from my alma mater, the School of Visual Arts, one person who is an artist who regularly goes to the Big Apple Convention, and two people that I have known through William Shakespeare's Haunted House, and one who I first met in the SCA, then later when she was working at Belvedere Castle when WSHH was performing there, then again when she turned out to be a friend of a co-worker at Anchor Network, then again when she was waitressing at Veselka. With all these coincidences, I can only hope for just one more, the coincidence that one of you within the sound of my voice knows the person, or is the person, who picked up my guitar that I lest on the L train heading for Broadway Junction at Montrose Ave at about 12:20 in the morning of Saturday night/ Saturday morning September 23-23.
You can see a picture of the guitar at http://www.myspace.com/captainzorikhmusic
On Monday I will call the MTA's Lost & Found. When I have the results of that investigation, or if somehow my guitar gets back to me sooner, I will let you all know.
I won't send out a "please buy my products at http://www.captainzorikh.com/wts/catalogue.html or buy something from Amazon.com by clicking on the Amazon.com link on almost any page of my website http://www.captainzorikh.com and help me get a new guitar" message until after I have determined that the guitar is actually lost and gone forever.
917-865-1214http://www.captainzorikh.com Current Mood: crushed
|Thursday, July 19th, 2007|
|Captain Zorikh ALL OVER Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!
Greetings, all. First I want to welcome those of you who are new to Captain Zorikh's list. I assure you, this list will only about those events and activities that are of vital importance, in short, those that Your Humble Narrator is involved in.
I don't actually have any musical gigs, plays, or comic book conventions coming up this time around, but I did want to share with you the fact that Yours Truly is ALL OVER the New York interviews of "Who Wants to be a Superhero" as Captain Repairman!
I'm actually rather proud of this. Though I did not make it onto the show, I do feel that at least a little of why I want to be a superhero came through.
Copy-paste or click the link, and enjoy. Feel free to write and tell me what you think!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/captainzorikh/http://going.com/zorikh Current Mood: jubilant
|Friday, March 30th, 2007|
|YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST!
An unnamed source has informed me that yes, Jake Gyllenhaal has signed to be in the Shazasm movie, and it will be announced tomorrow (Friday).
This flies in the face of the report at http://www.slashfilm.com/2007/03/17/rumor-killed-jake-gyllenhaal-is-not-captain-marvel/ that Jake has NOT been hired for the film.
Now, some people may say that with them not even finished with the script yet they couldn't possibly be ready to hire the lead actor so far in advance. Well, if you are right, that that unnamed source will just have to stand corrected.
Captain Zorikh Current Mood: amused
|Wednesday, March 7th, 2007|
|Tuesday, February 27th, 2007|
|NYCC, Superheroes and innappropriate Jokes
At the New York Comic Con this past Saturday, I auditioned for "Who wants to be a Superhero" as "Captain Repairman (sort of an amalgam of Captain Zorikh and the Death Star Repairman. I missed auditioning for Stan Lee, but my audition seemed to go very well. They had made us fill out these lengthy questionnaires before going in, and that gave me the opportunity to really focus on what my character was. It turns out that a super hero is really the person you really want to be, unadorned by the trappings of society and culture. It is how you purify the essence of the true goodness in you, the best there is in you.
My power was the ability to solve any problem through making up a song on the spot. My weakness is that I only know three chords. Also, I can see the humor in anything, but sometimes I can't see when it is appropriate to reveal that humor.
When in the audition I wowed them with my ability to come up with a solution to a problem in a song made up on the spot. Then they asked me when did I come up with this character, and what in my life influenced the development of this character (or something like that). I started talking about my childhood, and I just broke down. When thinking about how I had mistaken attention for affection, and ultimately become the object of ridicule, I broke down in tears. It was very emotional. Full-on waterworks. If Stan were there I'll bet he would have given me a hug. I'm getting choked up right now just thinking about it. They seemed to really appreciate it. It really means a lot to be a superhero. it is where you truly get to help people not suffer the way that you have. That is why the Batman concept works. I actually referenced Dr. Doom. If he had had me around, I could have helped him see the bright side of the accident that scarred him and then maybe he would not have wanted to kill Reed Richards, and would have instead used his genius and the country that he rules to do something good for mankind.
Afterwards, there had been a hero from the first series who was interviewing folks fir the Sci-Fi channel. He had already said, after our interview, that I had done very well. He had asked if there was one thing I could fix about the world today, what would it be, and I said to get people to stop being upset at little accidents. It's just not worth it. Just accept the apology, let it go, and move on. Anyway, after my audition he said that yes, it is very emotional being a superhero, and in the last episode, he had had a breakdown too. And then he gave me a hug.
Jump cut forward to the Indie Comics After Party, and we will see how my powers and weaknesses revealed themselves (God, you are an iron). I'm singing, and I am getting a little attention, but not much. I figure I will try to do "Red 5,” and ask the audience to "give me some rhythm. I know this is a crowd of comic book geeks here, but there has got to be some rhythm somewhere." There was a table of 4 black people in the corner that were listening and clapped along with spirit and enthusiasm, one fellow even stamping his feet double time. Then I sang another song and they were clapping hands etc. all through it. They were pretty much the only people really paying attention at that point. After that song I said "let's give a big hand to the rhythm section over here." Then I made The Joke. I said" You know, you see how tall I am? Well some folks ask me if I play basketball. I say, 'no, but I like fried chicken and I got good rhythm.'" The folks in the corner did not like that. My attempt to diffuse that by remarking about my liberal guilt kicking in now and doing the Larry the Cable Guy diffuse, "that ain’t right., lord I apologize," did not work. Halfway through "Bilbo" they got up and left in a huff. I totally lost the audience until some new folks came in right at the end in time for the "Antz" bit. And that was my set.
What happened? Where did I blow it? Why did I say such a thing? What was I thinking? Why did it get such a response?
The Joke is one I developed while I was doing open-mike stand-up at the Comic Strip a while back. It always got a great comedy club response, which is, a big appreciative groan along with the uncontrollable laughter. So what is funny about it?
To me, it is this: A person who judges people by their appearances is as dumb as any racist.
Where does the laugh come in?
Having the audacity to use words that describe a demeaning stereotype to make the point.
Also, the shock of such an unexpected answer.
The trouble is, the set up has to be just right and the audience has to be in the right mood to get it, or to accept it as a joke, rather than an insult. Otherwise it sounds like I just made a racist comment.
In this situation, the audience was not there to listen to that kind of stand-up comedy. I was not there to deliver that kind of stand up comedy. I was there as a musical entertainer with a Star Wars theme. I believe that the four people at the table took The Joke as a racist comment.
I was raised in a very socially conscious environment. I was educated very thoroughly about the Civil rights struggle and that prejudice, bigotry, and racism is wrong. I have also been exposed to plenty of expressions of racial stereotypes. I have met people who glory in their exemplifications of racial stereotypes. I know people who appreciate a well-crafted joke that plays on a stereotype. The Blue Collar Comedy Tour and a Steve Harvey Comedy Special are all about that sort of thing.
Racial humor is Just Wrong. A joke that ironically parodies racial humor is Wrong for the Right Reason: it pokes fun at the racist; it reveals what is idiotic about the racist. But it is a fine line between clever and stupid, and the environment has to be right, and the audience has to be ready for it. They have to accept the performer of The Joke in such a way as to see the humor and not the offence.
This is not what had happened here.
A little later, one of the folks who had been enjoying my set until The Joke, a white guy with a beard and knit wool cap (a quasi-hippie look), told me that what I said was Just Wrong. I said yes, I totally misread the audience. But he insisted, "Even when it is right, it's wrong." I said nothing, just went to pack up my guitar, but I did notice that there was a CD of mine next to him and his friend on the bar (I had placed some for sale of the "stuff for sale" table).
I hung around for a while, then decided I was tired and decided to leave. When I asked the girl who had been minding the table for the money for the CD's, she said no one had bought on. I found the one that had been on the bar had been broken and the cover torn. I found the guy right away (he was pretty much there when I turned around) and asked him if he had bought the CD. He said no, it was on the table next to the free flyers. I explained to him no, there was a girl here to sell the stuff, but she wasn't here when he was there, and that it was next to stuff that was for sale, so the CD costs $5. He then said that I cost the bar more when those people I had offended left. He then proceeded to call me a racist and said I should leave. I just asked "who are you?" he wouldn't answer, just said that I should leave the bar. I was ready to ask him if he would like to "step out side,” but I didn't. I thought about my superhero. Don't sweat accidents. Don't waste your time getting angry or making other people angry, so I did the best I could at letting it go. Then another friend of his (not the one who had been with him at the bar) got in between us, I'm sure because it looked like I was going to jump him.
I went outside, ostensibly because I was leaving anyway. I talked with a couple of the CAG people about the incident, and they were all pretty much "don't worry, shit happens," and were concerned that I would be alright. I started crying there again, recognizing how this was a moment that really illustrated my powers and weaknesses. I saw the humor in a situation, and chose just the wrong way of expressing it at the wrong time. Just to drive the point home, one of the guys who had walked out happened to be coming back to the bar right then. He told me how furious they were at The Joke, and said I was lucky they did not kick me out the window right there. I apologized to him and explained that I really misread the audience and it was really a Bad Thing to say right there. He pretty much didn't want to hear it, his night had pretty much been ruined. One fellow commented that it was a “Michael Richards moment.” Another fellow pointed out that we are artists, and have to deal with this sort of thing all the time. I realized that there are times when the artist has to say "fuck it" for the sake of art, and times when the artist has to serve the audience. Another fellow was actually kind of interested in what all the fuss was about. I related the incident to him and he laughed hard. His friend, who happened to be black, kind of chuckled, but didn't really laugh, but as regards to losing potential fans (specifically black ones), he said "there are more of us" (meaning just because I lost those four, didn’t mean I lost them all.
Now I was truly sorry I offended the people who were offended (the black people). The white guy who destroyed my CD, that's a different story. He was just being a dick. It was not his place to do anything beyond telling me what he thought about The Joke. There is no quid pro quo here, if those people left because they were offended, that's sticks and stones. I shouldn’t have said The Joke, but they chose to leave of their own free will. I feel absolutely horrible about it and would do whatever I could to make up for it. On the other hand, he took something of mine without paying for it, and destroyed it. That's theft and property damage. He did not apologize for not knowing that the CD's were for sale, and actually seemed to feel justified in it. I wish I had acknowledged the fact that there was my CD next to them on the bar, then I would have been able to clear up the issue of it not being free sooner, etc. But whatever, that’s past. I now realize what he did that was an accident was picking up the CD, but he showed no acknowledgement of an accident on his part or apology. His destruction of the CD was deliberate. Therefore, it warranted a response.
The next day I spoke with the fellow’s friend who had gotten in between us. We apologized to each other, me for getting his friend upset, him for his friend taking and destroying my CD.
From here I am going to learn from this and move on. If the fellow wants the honor of trying to kick my ass, I will allow him the opportunity. I am not a racist, I occasionally have bad judgment and timing, but I am not a racist, and I will stand up for that. And he destroyed my property without appropriate compensation.
It took a while for me to come to that conclusion. I am, by nature, a pacifist, seeking to avoid violent conflict where possible. If I am going to risk bodily harm, or risk inflicting bodily harm, it had better be for a damn good reason. Is there a danger of loss of life, health, or property if I don’t fight this guy? Well, maybe if I “let him get away” with taking and destroying my CD, other people will think that they can walk all over me, but that’s not very likely. The crowd there was not the kind of society I would expect to behave like that. Would there be any honor in fighting this guy? He did not look like a trained fighter, while I have some grappling tringin, so the apparent challenge is not great. He did call me a racist, which is not true, and told me to leave the party. I am not a racist. If anything, I am wracked with Liberal Guilt at even the thought of making any assumption based on the race, religion, or ethnicity of a person. This fellow I did not know, who did not know me, was telling me to leave for a reason that was not true. That was an insult to me. It made me mad. If I were to defeat him in a fair fight, I would demand that he take back the claim that I am a racist. If he were able to defeat me, I would apologize for offending him and leave. However, I have enough else going on in my life that it would be better for me to walk away at this point, and try to improve myself.
More importantly, I would rather sit down with the people I offended, buy them drinks and talk about the incident, how they felt about it, what I meant by it, and come to an understanding about it.
Then go on to become a huge success in my chosen field of endeavor.
|Monday, December 13th, 2004|
|Here I am
Someone noticed that I have a Live Jounal account but I'm never on. Well, you're right. I have so much other stuff to do on the 'net I don't really have time to do this as well. I frequently am on Yhaoo IM, and you can always e-mail me. You can also see my journal updates on my website at http://www.geocities.com/zorikh/journal.html
|Monday, March 29th, 2004|
Greetings from Zorikh. I am an actor, singer/musician, swrodfighter, artist, writer, licenced stockbroker and investment advisor, and human (I think).
You can find out more about me at http://www.zorikh.com