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They canceled the weekend!!! |
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Written by Mishka Shubaly
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Friday, 28 March 2008 |
t's true. As much as I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, I'm obligated to inform you that they canceled not just Friday night and Saturday night but even Sunday night... so you will have no choice but to come out and get wasted with me on Monday night at Mercury Lounge with The Lonesome Cry of the Ghost Buffalo.
According the Mercury Lounge's website, I am just "Mishka of Beat the Devil" and then they go on to describe me as "a three-piece band consisting of Michael Moore on guitar and vocals and Ronnie Bates on bass and Brad Nye on drums and BGV. Known for delivering a melodic indie rock sound with pop sensibilities, Mishka's music will cause any listener to walk away humming. Their sound has been comparatively referenced as echoes of Weezer, the Beatles, The Smithereens, and Echo and the Bunneymen. Mishka's music is comprised of expressive songwriting and melodies that ride home with you. Based out of Atlanta, GA, they recently completed work on their new EP titled 'Love Struck.'"
According to last week's Onion, I am the voice of Beat the Devil: "Beat the Devil play sublime blues over demon guitar...lead singer Mishka Shubaly is a font of scorn, misery and desire and she communicates it with stream of consciousness lyrics".
All of this is bullshit. Here's the truth: I love to be the bearer of bad tidings. I sound like a magical, mythical beast perishing from a million tiny wounds. I am a big Ukrainian meatball. I had a dream the other night about a possessed Nintendo that lured little girls to play it with cutesy Nintendo graphics (is it a fox? is it a squirrel? it's a squox! it's a firrel!) and then they were sucked into it and mutilated horribly. I got laid off last week (let me tell you, it is distant in essence from getting laid) and I need part-time work or one-off gigs if you got 'em. And I am actually playing Mercury on Monday night. Here's the grisly details:
Mishka Shubaly
Mercury Lounge
Monday, March 31st
10:30 pm
$8
Please please come out so the folks at Mercury don't think I'm a total loser.
P.S. I am a total loser. Ha ha, suckers!!! |
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A show!!! And ah, winter in Brooklyn... |
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Written by Mishka Shubaly
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Tuesday, 04 December 2007 |
...the only thing that makes both suicide and Los Angeles appear attractive.
Here's a highlight: I was biting a fingernail at work today when a front tooth literally crumbled in my mouth. Man, if I'd have known that my teeth were going to go this early, I would have been smoking meth this whole time. Instead of smoking milk and other dairy products, which is what I've been doing as I understood that was good for your teeth. The good news is that I guess I have healthy fingernails. The bad news is that as far as I know, teeth don't grow back at my advanced age.
In other news, in the face of mounting loneliness, I have decided to get either a cat, a dog, a girlfriend or a funny and/or sexy robot. Must be de-clawed and housebroken. Bonus points if you have dentistry experience.
Oh, and I almost forgot! I am playing a SHOW on Thursday, Dec. 6th at Europa in Greenpoint, opening up for the inimitable Langhorne Slim. Kicking off the bill is a band from Rockville called Joseph Plunkett and the Weight, whose CD I actually owned and listened to before I was fortunate enough to get added to this bill. Please come, I promise to promise to buy you a drink, order two drinks at the bar and then realize I only have four bucks and stick you with the bill. Sorry, Danny Aiello!
Here's all the info:
Langhorne Slim/ Mishka Shubaly/ Joseph Plunkett and The Weight
Club Europa
Manhattan and Meserole
Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Thursday, Dec. 6th
I play at nine...
never look a drunk horse in the mouth,
Mishka |
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Written by Mishka Shubaly
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Saturday, 03 November 2007 |
've been doing a lot of a new drug I discovered lately and it's starting to manifest itself in odd ways-- funny, that, drugs making you feel weird. It's a little hard to describe how it comes on because, well, shortly after I take it, it makes me very fucked up and then it's a little hard to describe my status with much critical acuity, but I can describe the aftermath.
I wake up feeling itchy and dried out. Not just dehydrated like after drinking too much coffee or whiskey or both, but desiccated, like I had been buried in sand overnight. My eyes hurt. And inevitably, I have the fucking weirdest dreams. I mean, dreams are weird in general, that's their nature: you don't dream about going to the store, buying a loaf of bread and a bottle of diet Coke and then going home... though, man, if you have, please write and let me know, as that would be one fucking weird dream. One of the effects of this drug that I can speak a little knowledgeably about is that it makes you feel like you're asleep when you're awake and awake when you're asleep. Which tends to cause some confusion. I remember one night closing my eyes and going immediately into a lucid, narrative dream, though I was involved in a fairly engaging activity. When I opened my eyes, it took me a little while to return to where I actually was. A moment later, I closed my eyes again went right back into the narrative dream. I guess the moral of this paragraph is that drugs, while they may be fun, are often also confusing.
Finally, the dream: I dreamed I was standing on a dock after some kind of boating trip (possibly some kind of piracy) with my dog, who has been dead for about five years. We stood there together in intimate silence for a moment and then I noticed a huge dead fish under a section of the dock. At the same time that my dog notice, another big fish swam up to the dead fish. As my dog plunged into the water, I realized that this second fish was probably the mate of the dead one, mourning its passing. As my dog neared the living fish, I realized she was going to bite it and I called out to her not to, as the fish had spines on its back, but I was too late. Katie (my dog) looked back at me with spines sticking out of her snout and said "how should I bite it, then?" I said, "bite it underneath the gills," and she did, with such force that the fish's head came off and she swallowed it whole, then bit the decapitated fish's body and brought it up onto the dock. We spitted it and put it on the fire and then Katie came over to me and said "please help me, I have spines all stuck in my paws and nose." I pulled them out one by one and then she curled up at my feet and said "thank you." It was only then that I realized that she was dead and it made me think about my own death. The moral of this paragraph is that while they may be fun and a little confusing, I've got to lay off the drugs for a little while. |
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Welcome friends and enemies alike... |
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Written by Mishka Shubaly
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Friday, 02 November 2007 |
If you've stumbled upon this site, you're either some creepy superfan (thanks, I love you!) someone with a grudge against me, or my mom. Hi, mom. There's not a whole lot going on here yet, but I hope to add a bunch of pics from my last national tour, a bunch of random blogging about things I love/hate/can't get over and maybe even some rough demos of new songs, new tour dates, etc., etc. Please poke around and check back soon. I will leave you with what I imagine to be a smiley face after having just gotten punched in the balls.  Ow. |
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Written by Mishka Shubaly
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Friday, 02 November 2007 |
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Okay, just kidding, this is a test. |
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Welcome to Mishka Shubaly.com |
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Monday, 24 September 2007 |
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If you've stumbled upon this site, you're either some creepy superfan (thanks, I love you!) someone with a grudge against me, or my mom. Hi, mom. There's not a whole lot going on here yet, but I hope to add a bunch of pics from my last national tour, a bunch of random blogging about things I love/hate/can't get over and maybe even some rough demos of new songs, new tour dates, etc., etc. Please poke around and check back soon. I will leave you with what I imagine to be a smiley face after having just gotten punched in the balls. Ow. And now, my bio:
Mishka Shubaly’s first songs were written in a grim series of basement apartments, beginning with an unfinished and unheated basement in his mother’s rented duplex in Lafayette, Colorado. Just seventeen, he was working as the night manager of Sonic Burger and attending college full time. “My dad had just left us, our house had gotten repossessed, and my mom and I were totally broke. I didn’t have a dresser to keep my clothes in so I just brought a bunch of green pickle buckets home from work and kept my clothes in them. It worked fine, but I always smelled-- strongly --of pickles.” The darkness, isolation and chill of that basement in Colorado and the unflappable sense of humor it bred has never left the music of Mishka Shubaly. In August of 2000, Mishka Shubaly recorded “Thanks For Letting Me Crash” on a four track in his bedroom and began performing live. In the years since, critics have compared him to virtually everyone in the country or indie canons, most notably Johnny Cash, Tom Waits and Nick Cave. But it’s still the fans that matter most to Mishka Shubaly. “Every time I play, somebody comes up to me after the show really wasted, looks deep into my eyes with just incredible sadness, then mumbles something incomprehensible and staggers off. That means more to me than I can say.” By May, 2003, Mishka had his picture in Fader magazine for being the talent buyer at one of the hottest clubs in NYC where he had booked Liars, Walkmen, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Libertines, Secret Machines, We Are Scientists and virtually all the stars of the rising Brooklyn scene. But that summer he traded NYC indie hipster-dom for a Toyota mini-van, and toured almost without break for a year. He has shared the stage with Broken Social Scene, The Decemberists, Metric, Bob Log, Calexico, Quintron & Miss Pussycat, The Dirtbombs, The Bronx, Dan Melchior’s Broke Revue, The High Strung and Jason Bonham. He has appeared on WBAI(NY), Radio 1190(CO) and WOUB(OH). His latest record, “How to Make a Bad Situation Worse,” recorded with producer Jay Braun (Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, The Stills, Fiery Furnaces) will be released on Terrasoul Records in October, 2007 with a national tour to follow, supported by publicity from In Music We Trust PR. |
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