Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in sigtau88's LiveJournal:

Saturday, July 31st, 2004
6:26 am	Adam Sandler, What do I do? So it's WAY too late to grow out the hair like Adam Sandler, but this kid's got to put aside the grad work and get to steppin into a wedding and rockin the crowd. Mind you, no band...just me and the keyboard...I have about 20 minutes to practice - GAH Visions of Will Farrel come into my head and I realize how easily I can fudge up the very first moments of this couple's matrimony. I've been nervous as fuck, I mean, I've done all sorts of performances, but never a wedding. I mean, when everybody's cryin and lookin at the bride, I'M playing the music. I'd better practice before I roll it out at the Hastie/O'Brien wedding, so I guess it's good that I'm getting practice. Billy Joel music keeps popping into my dreams, and he even showed up in one playing in a hotel lobby. That was dope. I'll take it as a good sign. The Set List - She's got a way (Joel) Wonderful Tonight (Clapton) Empty/Easy Like Sunday Morning (Me/Ritchie) Canon in D (Pachelbel - NOT the Hamlisch version from 'Ordinary People', but damn close) Bridal Chorus (Wagner/Mendelssohn) One (U2) When I'm 64 (Beatles) And I would give anything to sing Paradise by the Dashboard Light (Loaf), but I have a feeling that wont fly... (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 15th, 2004
4:53 pm	Slash, Part II So there I was at a crossroads – One sign read: Explain to your new friends that you were full of crap, that your name is Greg, and they are all dumb – 250 miles. The other: Explain to your regular friends why these people are calling you Patrick and what the F you are doing being requested to go to a “wine night.” – 135 miles. While still a stretch, 135 miles is closer than 250 miles, so as it went, all in one breath: “(To the regular friends) Yeah, wine night, we’re gonna get a cheap buzz on because you know how we do – (To the new friends) What time, 8? Cool. You guys want some ice cream?” And I walked to the ice cream bar, leaving the Hatfields and the McCoys in silence, none worse for the wear. While at the ice cream “kiosk” the new friends came up to me and said, “Patrick this is gonna be huge – we’ll play hearts, we have Madden 2000, we’re gonna get cocked!” “No doubt!” I was looking over at my old buddies who new my name and they just looked over with weird stares. “Ok, I’ll catch up to you guys in bit, word?” “Yeah,ok man, see you in a bit.” If you could picture this segment here as a voice-over, “Wonder Years” style – (the group of new friends are leaving the cafeteria in slow motion, laughing, excited.) “For some reason this was the first point where I should have had the feeling that I was really Asshole. Not Greg, not Patrick, just Asshole. Here was this Paul Feiffer type of group, exited that they found a new friend who was just so cool, someone they could tell all the old jokes to for the first time, someone they could break the rules with. Someone who might even torch with them in the dorms! What a great new pal!” (Close in on my face while the voice over strikes the poignant truth) “What an Asshole.” As they left, the sound came back to me ears after hearing this weird voice that didn’t really sound like an older version of me and all I could hear was the group of old friends cat calling, “Patrick’s going to Wine Night, Patrick’s going to Wine Night.” Had I blown my trust with this group too? Were they going to hold this over my head forever? Did I have the potential of blowing friendships with two groups staring me right in the face?” Fuck no. These guys were my boys. They know my style, they’re gonna love this shit. I went back to the table and told them all the story and they were dying. A couple still had a problem with the wine night thing though, thought it was a little soft, and then I told them, “Guys, this crew loves me – I’m not buying! It’s free buzz night for me - who cares?” A flurry of “That’s true,” “Do it up,” and “Good point” made its way around the table. Before long it was – “Hey, call us down if it’s cool,” and “If you need another for hearts, call me.” We laughed for a bit and then it came back to the real topic – “So, Sheehan, how long are you gonna keep this up? What if they find out? Are they gonna be pissed when you tell them? The longer you wait the worse its gonna be.” These were questions I had contemplated myself over and over, and didn’t know the answer to any of them. “Fellas, all I know is this, I’m goin to Wine Night, and if I tell them, they may not let me back, but if I don’t and we drink together and have a good time, they’ll be cool about it. That, or they’ll be even more pissed.” “Yeah, I’d bet on ‘they’re even more pissed.’” It was like the famous Shoeless Joe line from Field of Dreams – “Watch out for in your ear.” By the time I got back to my room I realized that something had to be done, and I determined that what it was that needed to be done was just go to Wine Night and have fun, so I did. I went down, shook hands with everybody and this new dynamic of friends was waiting for me with open arms. Everybody - “Hey Patrick!” Me – “Ha – Hey!” “We’re almost done with this game of hearts, you wanna play next?” A girl we’ll call ‘Bonita’ said, and then Mike D shot back, “No way bitch, he’s playing Madden with me and Matt.” “Fuck you Mike.” Said ‘Bonita.’ I figured I’d end this quick – “Hey, let me get next on that box of wine.” “Yeah!!” The crowed roared. And there I was, the chameleon amongst the true of heart, the rebel, the jokester who was taking it too far- Will you shut up crazy voice? My bad. Thank you. So, like crazy voice over guy said, I was taking a joke too far, but you know what, once the wine and the jokes were flowin, the butts were getting fired up and we eventually put fans in the window and blocked out other ways that air could get through so we could see how far in we could suck a piece of paper from the closed door. Once we pulled the paper in 3 linoleum tiles we knew we were good. 2 was sufficient. 3 was purely for sport. The room record was 5. They had two fans, yo. So, as the intoxity reached skyward, so did my sense of humor and each time they called me Patrick I would laugh a little bit louder and they NEVER NOTICED ANYTHING. This puzzles me still. Honestly, by the end of the night they would call me Pat or Patrick and I would just start HOWLING at the ceiling, and they would laugh too, just because I was! They didn’t even know why! Bonita – “Tee hee hee hee – Wow, Patrick, you are so funny!” Me - “Ahhhhhhhhhhh HAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA.” Everybody else right after – “A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.” Me – “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” Ok, maybe we were a little fucked up, but Wine Night was a hit. To be Continued….. (Comment on this)
Monday, April 5th, 2004
4:02 am	SLASH - Part 1 A story that is unknown to many, including for recent months/years, my own cognitive girth of knowledge is the story of my introduction to a group of friends in Leitch Hall. Circa: January 1997. This story may not be funny on paper, but it's the only story I've ever heard of someone joining a group of friends under an assumed name for a decent amount of time. To the crew that would come to bear the recycled moniker, "First Floor Leitch Hall Posse," Greg Sheehan was known as Patrick Murphy for a good couple of weeks, no joke. To set the scene to this scam, my roommate was reclusive to his hometown, and when he came to the dorms nobody ever talked to him, nobody liked him, he didn't like anybody, he was more outcast than "I like the way you move." Which was fine for me because I had my room to myself most of the time and I could bring home questionable women and take hits off "The Shamrock" before class with people like Ian Anderson from Jethro Tull who lived across the hall. I began the semester, my first at Umass Lowell still pledging a fraternity in Boston, and I took over the spot of a kid who moved out of the dorms because he obviously couldn't stand his roommate. Believe me, in a war of attrition between roommates, I am a natural, so I had no problem bearing the imperfections of this kid I called "The Rat;" after all, I knew in the long run he had it much worse having to put up with me. He was out before long. Why is this important for the scam at hand? He was the only source of a character search that the unsuspecting collegiates of first floor Leitch Hall would be able to resource, ie; they go to my room looking for "Patrick" and my roommate can't foil my plan if he's not there. Not that they would talk to him anyway. My recall of the initial evening of the scam was that it was a weekend, because I had been hanging out with some friends on the third floor who had known me as "Greg Sheehan." I came down to go to bed, and I went into the bathroom to use the third stall, which we all know is restricted to fecal deposits, as opposed to the first two stalls which were toilets by design but urinals in practice. The fourth stall was designated for emergency use only. Regardless, this is another reason why I though it was a weekend, there was basically a party going on IN THE BATHROOM, I could hear girl's voices in the shower area, and there were 5 or 6 people in there laughing about something, gallivanting and frolicking. This was a natural scenario for me, who has a proclivity to gallivant and I have been known to frolic. Some jokes were thrown out, some good ol' one-liners, and they recognized me to be a jester hence worthy of introduction. For no reason other than pure gallivantery I gave my appellation as "Patrick." The alpha male, who at the time was "Mike D" went on to share the news with the commoners of the court, "Hey guys, this is Patrick!" At that point, while I realized that it may have been the wrong thing to do, I did not contemplate retracting my heraldry- just so that I could enjoy a good "Cannonball" (An esoteric term which basically means - an act of screwing with strangers). They asked me, "Is it Pat, or Patrick?" "Actually I prefer Patrick if you don't mind." From there it went, what started with a reactionary spurt became my name to these folk and the fact that my roommate was a recluse only helped the scheme to grow as time went on. The next day I had seen one of them in the hallway, and he said, "Hey Patrick, we're gonna play hearts tonight after dinner, you should come by, It's "Wine Night." Hiding a laugh about being called "Patrick" I was able to funnel it into laughter about the limp wristed occasion at hand - "Wine Night?" "Yeah, we get a cheap box of wine, everybody throws in like 4 or 5 bucks, and you get a crazy buzz. Last week we broke the ceiling light with a chair." For the cosmopolitan UMass Lowell student, not many invitations have ever sounded better. At dinner I ate with my friends from the 3rd floor and watched the crew from the first floor roll in for dinner - I told my friends how this group of cohorts knew me as Patrick, and this was discarded by some as no big deal until they all came over and said, "Patrick! What's up! Are you coming over for 'Wine Night" tonight?" At this point the laughter was even tougher to hide amongst a group that knew me exclusively as "Greg Sheehan." Some laughed that this crew had called me "Patrick", while a couple others picked up on what they thought was an even more pressing issue - "WINE NIGHT?" To be continued.... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 18th, 2004
12:18 am	Oh my god, that was that long ago? Yes it was that long ago, and get used to it, cause its only gonna get worse!! Its funny how things seem like they happened yesterday when you forget about everything that makes up the interim. I mean, it really is amusing how you can live, learn, observe, cry, become injured, get in a vehicle accident, lose a loved one, shit your pants, meet someone that impacted your life, travel, study, sleep eat, the list is longer than I care to recount because you get the point. All kinds of things happen to you and change you, but when someone says, "Genie in a bottle came out 5 YEARS AGO," you get SCARED. That, to me, is funny. Christina Aguilera made you freak out right there for a minute. So, quit forgetting about your life because if you let it just pass by you, well, I guess things like that will continue to scare you, and perhaps for good reason. Your choice. Mood: In AWE of life Music: Wynton Marsalis directs the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra for an exciting evening of live performances in Denver, CO; Stevie Wonder's "I Wish" Thanks to Case and Briggs, http://radio-locator.com is now a part of my life. We all have times that we listen to a particular song, or select from our respective playlists songs that will enhance our mood. I enjoy these times, you get to choose how you want to feel, and usually the music will push you in that direction. Thank goodness for music. Sometimes I like to put on music such as jazz or classical, where the lack of lyric lets your mind enter the song, and just feel it. Jazz celebrates many things, but to me right now, it celebrates the fact that there are so many angles of your life that you did not explore, people you did not take the time to meet, chances you did not take, reminding me of a quote from one of the most intelligent people I know (perhaps too intelligent for in his older years he may be crossing the thin line between brilliance and insanity, a Roger Waters observation). The quote - "When you fuck with Structure, Greg, this is what nobody understands, and you are one of the people that can do it, your father can do it, and I try every day of my life to do it, because, listen...You fuck with Structure and you are really fucking with the core of the earth- I mean that is some serious shit!" - Bill Jerome What does that mean? You will see, and Jazz is incredible to this end. It takes all structure you are used to, and fucks with it all...and you dont have to listen long to realize that there really are no limits or boundaries to what you can do, how you can feel, how much you can learn, and how much you can change if you want to. There is very little patent remorse in jazz, but it is there to be sure - for it is a celebration of remorse, sadness, everything that you can only feel because you are alive- and then some. Take the time to dig it, even if its only for a little bit and you dont like the fact that it sounds "awkward" our prays for melody, you can learn so much from it, or at least remember how it feels to let yourself go in something different, something all your friends hate, something that nobody ever expected you would do today... (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 24th, 2004
3:14 am	Commercials, Part 2 I take a page from the gospel according to Fox 25, the Boston-based former carrier of Red Sox Baseball when I call this second installment "Inane Banter," a self-explanatory phrase that would flash in the upper right corner of the telecast when Remy and McDonough commenced their usual discourse on all things random. As usual, I'm up late, but this time I'm not studying, for it's a Friday, and my brain hasn't stopped moving at full speed, the subject matter is simply removed, and with no impetus for my direct attention, I can let thoughts just pour out. Alicia Keys: Playing the piano in a piano warehouse is something not many people can say that they've done. I've been to 2 major warehouses on more than one occasion at each, both owned by Steinway and Sons, one in New York and one in Boston (The one in New York is where William Martin Joel pics out his respective canvas). Let me tell you, you dont just walk in the front door and find your way to into the showcase room, then just sit down and play, especially, being black. In New York, the first floor of Steinway and sons is well carpeted, spacious, with a secretary, and on display, well, a $30,000 grand piano. From here, you have to sign in with the secretary in order to peruse the hardware. Down a corridor there are stand-up models (pianos) that sample you through the progression of Steinway stand-up development, that's right, yet again, pianos are used simply as decoration. Down the corridor there is a room on the right that holds about 15 grands, by the sub-company of Steinway, Boston Pianos. In here you'll find lavish decor, grand pianos black and white, and maybe two or three of the pianos are situated with benches. So, if you want to test out a piano you have to bring the bench around the room with you. If you want to go upstairs, you have to ask someone down the hallway toward the elevator as you walk past offices and notice diagrams on the wall, framed of course, of strings, angles, padded "hammers" and such. The password to get into the elevator is something like, "I already have a Boston piano, and now that I have become familiar with the sound and the feel, I would like to compare my faculties with a Steinway, for I feel no other replica will suffice." You either say something like that, or, if you're black and/or Alicia Keys, you say, "Listen up, foo, I got a grammy, I changed my god damn last name to KEYS, and yes, I can afford to buy one of these pianizzles." To which the response is usually two question, "So you're not going to try to steal one?...Really?" Once you get on the elevator, its one of those old school mechanisms one might consider a "lift" with that fence that you slide over in order to "secure" your party. You get escorted to a floor where you get to look around at piano technicians building Steinways. That's cool for like a minute. Then you get to go back into the lift to the storage room like the one pictured in Alicia Keys's video, the catalyst of this diatribe. Wall to wall grand pianos at a minimum of 25K EACH. Not many people get in there. I've only been in there a couple times, and only once without an employee following me around harassing me about each fuckin piano. The showcase room looks like a storage room because at that point decoration is not going to sell the product, and with so many piano's the room needs to get plenty of light and needs to be very big. So, what I can not possibly describe, as a piano player, was being able to bring a bench around the best made, best sounding pianos in the world for about an hour, without having someone over my shoulder. And now, Alicia Keys made a video of it, and you didn't even think twice about the setting. Bill Belichick: Loves OLD NAVY and so don't I. I have 3 or 4 hooded sweatshirts that I wear pretty much every day. And, per Adam Viniatieri 2002 and I dont know who this year, the beard is in full gear, as it has been for quite some time since we started winning. I can't wait to cut it down to a goatee. Pitchers and catchers report coming soon, so get your Sox on! Finally, I know you've read the Declaration of Independence, but read it again and REALLY think about it. This isn't Law School talking, we haven't even looked at it. That thing is BAD ASS. Current Mood: Still not tired (Comment on this)
2:18 am	These advertisements cost almost $250,000 per second... First, to set precedent of what you can expect, I'll just throw out a few random things that have segmented my erstwhile diligence... As time moves indelibly without sound and often without warning, we are invited on select occasions to swim in the thickness of a given moment; a moment so surreal that father time himself has no choice but to seemingly stop and watch, the breadth of this experience so vast that it could be held in time forever. One of these moments can fill minutes of actual clock time, but in the amazing storage facility that is the human mind these moments could be lost for indefinite periods of time, or define the character of an individual, a society, a lifetime. These moments with great force strike your soul softly, quietly-dispersed evenly and thoroughly, across and beyond, every sense that you ever knew you had…the senses reserved only for culminations like these. Yet, you learn nothing specific from these faculties, you evolve, you become again alive, again reminded that there may be one more smell, one more scream, one more whisper, one more tear, one more wretched turn of the stomach, one more vision! One more patch of grass beneath your feet, one more time to run against the wind…as if it were the very first time you knew you could FEEL. Now, some of my favorite Away Messages -I know we got flying Elvis, but compare after a couple "bingers" the Panthers' logo, and "Brak." -Is that bukkake on your face or are you happy to see me? -A day in the life of Pete Martin. 9.9.03 9 AM --- wake up, check the leaderboard to see how many bitches I need to bang to lead the league (3), eat WHEATIES. 9:45 AM --- Shower, bang 8 Bitches. 10 AM --- Get out of shower. 10:30 AM --- Play long toss 11:30 AM --- Play minigolf with Millar, Ortiz, and Remy. 1:00 PM --- Lunch; Steak tips, Red Beans, Rice. 1:25 PM --- Lose the rice. 1:30 PM --- Go to Nixon's hotel room with five bitches, bang four and leave one for Trot. 1:45PM --- Get to Camden Yards, talk to Little in Spanish to see if his expression changes (no). 2:05 PM --- start to warm up, wink at the bitches, etc. 2:50 PM --- Check the stats to see how many K's I need to lead the league (3) 3:06-6:05 PM --- Strike out 9 over 8, no runs, two hits. 6:15PM -- 1AM Bang Jeter's Mom. (Its a big job.) -My new rap name is Optimus Rhyme. -Imagine how ILL Ray Lewis would be in Tecmo Bowl. -23 States have a Springfield. I guess its time to discuss my profile prose...while pursuing the Pittsburgh property pronto. I'm not really discussing it, so to speak, or so to type, just throwing in some words for anyone that's interested. The wizards of darkness have concocted an alluring preparation.(why darkness?) It is a stout (black) blanching (white)(color contrast-yin/yang)of that we seek to remedy, (contrast with darkness) it purports itself under the guise of evil, (NOT EVIL) but when actualized takes the form of a serum ingested through all sensory. (applying the contrast, it is evil, or something else?) It manifests itself violently outwardly, perhaps to others without the knowledge of the carrier.(Of course!) The provisions of this magic have been limited to our capability to harness its power. (it can be solved!) A fleeting taste may be all it needs to disenchant the guile, guile grip of its only true adversary. (The smaller circles in a yin/yang are the most important) As these envoys of twilight shadow themselves in shame, deceit, and contagion, a courier of my soul whispers to me a cryptic cue, (If you condense these, twilight, shame, deceit, into their root, their base, their polar opposite, what is it and how do you get there?) "I AM...I am." (Shakespeare, "To be or not to be?") There is only one reason you feel remorse, sorrow, darkness, frustration, sadness, embarrasment, failure, loss, mourning, shame, deceit, etc. Now some more words from my sponsors, in the form of quotations... -"I just flew in from the coast, and boy did I jerk off in the airplane bathroom a lot!"-Ryan Case -My boy Dean can name all 23 states... he'll even name some twice! Rev. Al Sharpton's rejoinder..."Don't be hard on yourself about hooting and hollering. If I had spent the money you did and got 18 percent, I'd still be in Iowa hooting and hollering," from the DNP debate in New Hampshire...one of the 23 United States. -"The New York Knicks and N'Sync sue each other, claiming it was their idea to be five guys that suck." -Conan O'Brien -I think Paul Muise said it best, "That was a big ass..." -In the words of Jeremy Shockey, "Let's see how much Parcells wins this year. I'll make him pay when we play them. The homo.'' -GunsClub88: I tried to pick up some momentum at the store but they told me the Red Sox took it all SeaKnowledge: I made sure they could have all of mine GunsClub88: Which is good, because you can generate quite a bit of momentum SeaKnowledge: once I get up to speed, you know the rest -In the esoteric words of Tom Seichter, "Hey thanks for calling me dude...no, It's cool." Well if you made it this far, you're showing signs that you are interested, so I'll tell you about what's going on. I just got wireless and I'm pumped, we just got a new dog, Guinness, and his tail is about 7/8th black with white on the top. I hope it stays like that cuz it resembles what some of my ancestors have called "A Priest," hence the name, Guinness. If you dont get that reference, applications to be Irish Catholic are all out, try again later. Buddy (Bud Light), our other dog is Bullshit about the new guy. Stream of consciousness writing is wierd. Thank you Mr. Joyce (another Irish reference) for setting a standard that nobody can meet, relate to, or understand. Anyway, I got my grades, I have an 80 average in Law School, (in lighter terms, "Lawyer College") and my thoughts on that are: If you asked me between 1997-2002 if I thought I would be in Law School right now with an 80 average I would have said, "no way." If you asked me in the mutually exclusive time period, I would have told you, "well of course. That's the plan." It feels good to be back on a track that I envisioned myself to be on instead of feeling like I let myself down academically. My grandmother is recovering from extensive surgery (age 91) and my mother is spending extra time with her and her long-time sister/rival. Much prayers. Women in my family not only age very well, but they age for a long time...I've had 2 great grandmothers reach 100 and another made 90, now memere is in the 90's, and if she recovers from this surgery, she'll hit a buck-she's great. Beer Club is fantastic, we'll be going to the Gent's Club in April, but look forward to Penuche's, and Jillian's first, then we'll hit up Jake Ivory's in May. I think...I am going to audition for a job at a piano bar here in Springfield...I'll get paid to practice basically and show people a good time, and I can record my music and send an audition tape to a cruise line for the summer. Fingers are crossed for that gig 1) because I may not find a shift of time if I do get a job on the cruise ship that works out with my summer schedule, and 2) it pays between 3 and 18 thousand dollars...a month. Do the math. Regardless, if I get the job in Springfield, count on a fundraiser in Lowell for the Spring! In more academic news, I just found out that I'll be taking classes toward an M.B.A. next year, so I can just go ahead and graduate with two graduate degrees. That's what they call "average starting salary very high." Anyway, if it seems as if I'm motivated by money, since I currently have no job, the proof is in the proverbial pudding! I do have a couple of freelance money-making ideas, one of which you can help me with by purchasing Red Sox tickets from me (Pesky pole style-Count it!) Much prayers also to Stan "the Man" Marsh, my boy's grandfather on Union St, North Andover. Closing advertisements, Some of my fuckin favorite things: Sports Shows: 1. Baseball Tonight 2. Sportscenter TV Shows: 1. West Wing 2. CSI Old School TV: 1. Cheers 2. Ben Stiller Show Movies: 1. Caddyshack 2. Field of Dreams 3. Any given Sunday Stick in the bag: 1. 1W 2. 3I Favorite Boston athletes, current, per sport: 1. Trot Nixon 2. Brady 3. Waltah 4. Muzz ditto, all-time: 1. Yaz 2. Mosi Tatupu 3. #33 4. Reggie Lemelin ditto, non Boston, current: 1. Jason Schmidt 2. Vick 3. Jason Kidd 4. Mario ditti, non Boston, all-time: 1. Joe Jackson 2. Joe Montana 3. Bill "Much" Russell 4. Gretzky Current Mood: Stoic (Comment on this)