I Got Too Drunk at Your Wedding

I Got Too Drunk at Your Wedding

Look, I know we played a show at the Grape Room and I haven’t recapped it yet. I KNOW THAT. In the mean time, here’s an artsy-fartsy picture of my back at JRs. I’m going to a wedding and I’m going to dance a lot. See you dorks on Monday.


Tasker Morris Station

Still not sure if this bar is called JR's, like the dude from 'Dallas,' or of its JR's like "This is my son, Science Club Junior."

JR’s Bar is in South Philadelphia but not in the South Philadelphia you are used to.

JR’s is far removed from the brewpubs of East Passyunk Avenue and Newbold and it is nothing like the trendy getting-drunk spots of Queens Village. This bar is old, authentic alcoholism at its best. It has dirty, dark carpeting that one could probably pull up with their bare hands. It has no taps and only sells its beers by the bottle. Its upper-level beers, Yards Brawler and Newcastle Brown, cost as much as a Corona with lime: $4.50. It has Slitchz by the can, but it also has lesser-known Slitchz knock-offs like Sugarloaf and Tailgate. Its real clientele, working poor in their 40s, all left the moment us dipshits showed up for our show.

In short: JR’s is a real and true dive bar, possessing all the danger and slime of the distinction. It is a perfect place for a punk show.

We played with A Little Affair (who one guy very accurately described as “power-pop” with an emphasis on ‘pop’), Coral Teeth (who will likely become my new favorite local band, though I am intimidated by their young and sexy fan base) and The Original Marta (xoxo).

The show went pretty well, considering we did that thing where we don’t practice before playing. Here’s the set list and the important details:

  • Molly (That’s right, we opened with Molly! People like it because they don’t know what it’s really about and it has a chorus that gets stuck in the head. Whatever.)
  • Cub Scout
  • Straight Edge Irony
  • Song in the Sea
  • Bob Segar’s Old Time Rock and Roll (Dance Remix) (I have GOT to find a better name for that song)
  • The Best Punk Band in the World

The crowd was pretty good and seemed suited to punk music. People said we were good afterwards, which was nice. My voice got shot in the middle because I yelled too much.

Other notes:

  • While walking in the area before the show (I used to live somewhat close to the bar and was familiar with how low-down it is), I encountered a man who was either a drug addict near the bottom or a new-homeless. He told me he was “clunked out” and I told I couldn’t help him. He laughed and I walked away, but I’m still not sure a) what “clunked out” means and b) if I said the right thing.
  • About an hour later, Science Club went to a nearby 7-Eleven to buy ice cream and that Clunked Out guy was yelling inside the store about how much beef jerky costs now.
  • Ice Cream Count: Science Club had a milkshake before the show and an ice cream sandwich after the show.
  • Some girl screamed at us to play Screeching Weasel during our set, which I took as a compliment. Joe and I joked afterward that I should have punched her then played “99,” in true Weasel fashion. In other news: Ben Weasel, right?
  • Also during Coral Teeth’s set: you know that stereotypical situation that one will always bring up when commenting on youth / hipster / modern counter culture? The one where person A has a much-too-fancy camera that they use to take Instagram-stlye photos and person B poses with one hand on their forehead, chin sticking out, striking a vogue-like pose that is both totally ironic but not ironic at the same time, like the gesture suggests “I’m above this and making fun of it,” despite the fact that person B obviously want their photo taken? THAT SHIT ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN FRONT OF MY EYES. Come on, young people. We can do better.
  • Caroline tried to take some photos of us during our set but she did a horrible job.

We are playing our last show for a while at The Grape Room in Manayunk this Wednesday. After that, it’s full eyes, clear hearts on recording Success.

Inviting Myself Into Homes of Strangers to Drink all Alone


Scrambles by Bomb the Music Industry!

For a six-month stretch in 2009, I was a pretty miserable person to be around.

I was out of college and unfocused. I had lost both the jobs I had gotten since graduation: a tech-writing job I was never really qualified for and sandwich making job at a semi-national chain that I was fired from because I was suspected of stealing $300 from the safe in the back.

I was living with two guys who, quite rightly, didn’t like living with me. I was a self-centered, sloppy, inconsiderate roommate. I was drinking a lot and blacking out more than any 23-year-old has the right to. I was stoned four out of the seven days a week.

I made a little money writing record reviews and selling CDs. I pawed a few things to make some money. I usually had to call my parents to get month for rent at the end of the month.

Perhaps worst of all, I didn’t see a way out of it. I was a self-pitying blob of entitlement: convinced of my superiority with nothing to back it up and no drive to prove my boasts. Constantly talking a big game, never being big.

There are a few things that got me out of the tailspin: an unbelievably supportive girlfriend, a low-paying food service job that presented its own set of problems but at least allowed me to pay the fucking rent, a personal realization that came after a particularly bad drinking and smoking session and playing covers of Against Me! and Mountain Goats songs with Joe in his living room, to name a few.

The soundtrack for this bottoming out was Scrambles by Bomb the Music Industry! It is an album that is about a lot of things, but I always thought of it as an album about not reaching one’s potential but continuing to try anyway. There is a ton of frustration and impotent rage on the record, but it always ends on earned positive notes. It is, to me, an album that captures the depression of feeling like a leech while realize that little victories can mean a whole lot to people who aren’t used to them.

I’ve got it pretty good now. Science Club has grown from a bunch of bad poetry in my notebooks to a full-grown band that plays shows and puts out records. I’m still with that supportive girlfriend. I have good job and a little money put away. I don’t drink as much as I used to. I’m working on repairing the relationship I damaged when I was a destructive shithead.

I still get depressed. I still feel like I’m a constant fuck-up sometimes. Right now, for example, I can’t seem to write a good song no matter how hard I try. Things are better, but they are still hard.

Its at those times that I can still put on Scrambles and it means as much to me now as it did when things were at their worst. Little victories are still victories and they still mean some kind of forward motion.

Bomb the Music Industry! offers all its albums for free on its website. If you are a person who tends to get down on themselves, I cannot suggest this album enough. It didn’t save my life, but it was a comfort to me in a particularly bad time.

The Road to Success

My friend Joey painted this and now it lives in my house.

Science Club had a loud (loud!) practice in the Murder Basement the other day. We worked on a few new songs (like that one for the bros and that one about my body failing me) but mostly we went over the track listing for our full-length, which we are tentatively calling “Success.”

It’s going to be an album about drugs, violence, sex, lies, bad friendship, believing in a power greater than oneself, rejecting said power, arrested development (both the concept and the band, but not the TV show), why it is a bad idea to try, how things can always, ALWAYS get worse and the importance of foolish bravery.

Here’s how its going to look:

1) The Best Punk Band in the World

2) Molly

3) I’m Proud of my Cub Scout

4) Straight-Edge Irony

5) Street Justice

6) Schenectady

7) Cover Bands

8) 1897

9) Bob Segar’s Old Time Rock and Roll: Club Remix

10) The Crane Operator

Some of these songs exist in demo form on this blog. Some of them have been leaking into our live sets (See us at JRs on April 13 and at the Grape Room on April 18). There might be more songs added or different songs added. However it shakes out, this is the core that will be on this album in one form or another.

Of course, you’ve all listened to / purchased a copy of / told all your friends about Failure Ballads, I’m sure.

If You Don’t Know, Now You Know, Part I: Jules Rimet

If You Don’t Know, Now You Know is an ongoing feature on the Science Club blog. The bands, artists and media listed here are endorsed by at least one, if not all of the members of Science Club. Basically, if you are down with this shit, you are down with the club. And probably not down with the clown. If you don’t know what being “down with the clown” means, you can’t be friends with my Dad or with me, circa 6th grade. Google it. Dot Com it.

Whew, that got away from me. Anyway, this is some curated, hand-picked stuff that you should scope out.

Who: Jules Rimet

What: Halt Construction EP

Where: http://www.thejulesrimet.com/index.html

Why: Rimet has a fucking dynamite resume: one-half of ManBoyLove, member and producer of Family Band, creative director of Lord Howe, children’s’ book co-author. You might have recently seen Rimet at a Science Club concert asking us to play “Death Metal Band.” His new self-made EP is an album in reverse, putting the hard tracks first to weed out the weak. Stick around for the sick jobs.

How: Download that mess for free.