The blank screen stares at you. The blank page dares you. A glaring, white, mocking flung gauntlet. “Just who do you think you are?” It asks. It aims directly at all the things that scare you the most. All that you fear. All your insecurities. All your perceived deficiencies, and all those that hide in…
The George-O-Lettes meet Bullwinkle To catch fish, you have to use good bait. The large scale version of The Shuffling Hungarians was a fantasy in my head in the late spring of 1993, but I had by that time identified the people that were going to bring that dream to life, even if that didn’t…
About a month ago, I got a lovely email from a gentleman “Les”, from London. He plays bass in a pub band and very respectfully asked me for permission to cover “Gutbucket”, a song I wrote in November of 1993, and was the opening track to The Shuffling Hungarians first recording, released in November of…
I alluded in a previous post (DOSE #21 /”PATINA”) about the effects of being driven to the point that “stopping to smell the roses” was ignored; Not doing so can result not only in a missed opportunity, it actually can cause a lot of damage. Waxing slightly poetic, in the closing of the piece I…
In the spring of 1994, my friend and production partner Bob Acquaviva started to assemble painstakingly the aural physical reality of a blueprint that was in the design process for three years, and mostly contained in my twisted brain. We had completed basic tracks in February over a seven day period, including minor fixes to…
Introduction I was at my friend Bob Acquaviva’s house yesterday, and ended up in his attic. He converted it into a studio, and we were listening to some new projects he’s producing, and looking at old Shuffling Hungarians video from a telethon shot way back when that a friend had recently mailed in. Funny stuff….
Very rarely is video released out of the vaults of HUNGARIA INC., but this is a special occasion. In fact, this is the ONLY one ever officially released out of the vault, and here’s why: With a heavy heart, I recently became aware that Clark Music on Erie Blvd. in Syracuse, NY, is closing it…
About a week ago, a friend of mine sent me a link to an EBAY auction. Someone was selling a Shuffling Hungarians T-shirt, with an opening bid of $4.99. My first reaction to this wasn’t a good one: The shirt had become “memorabilia”, and now it seemingly signified that I had officially attained “has-been” status,…
Before myspace and rampant computer use, I used to send out direct mail pieces to keep fans of the band informed, and inflamed…at the height of HUNGARIMANIA, I was sending out over 20,000 pieces of direct mail on a bi-monthly basis…that may not seem like much nowadays, but believe me…back then, a total fuck-load of…