Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Fresh Block Island Red Herring

Wow- it's crazy how life can get even weirder than when it was just kind of weird.  As I write this, the 413 music video is a mere 190 views away from 150,000.  Incredible...

So I'm going about my business per usual- then out of the blue, I get this Facebook message from a guy I haven't seen since high school.  Well- it wasn't exactly out of the blue.  We've been FB friends for about a year now. He's the kind of person you get a friend request from only because you've both been circling in the same waters for a while.  You've been pretending not to notice each other in the "people you may know" list.  It's the classic social networking Mexican standoff bred of pure male arrogance.  "I'm not gonna friend him.  Let him friend me. Who the fuck's this guy think is?"  And then it happens. One of you is feeling nostalgic or maybe one of you needs something from the other.  A friend request is sent, an olive branch extended.  

Let me back up...

A few hours after I appeared on the Baxx and O'Brien morning show on Rock 102.1 FM...

No.  The first time.  Not this past Thursday.  That was my second appearance.

...anyway, a few hours after my first Baxx and O'Brien show, I'm forwarded a link to a Portland, OR television news website featuring an article about my video takeover of the 413.  The article ran with a photo of me standing in front of the giant yellow slide at the Big E.  For those of you who've been keeping score at home, you know that Portland is a city that the Dr. knows and is also a city that knows the Dr.  At the risk of repeating myself, I'll assume you know what I'm talking about.  If not- read my blog profile.  Anyway- I had to leave Portland.

Because I may or may not still have a sheet there, I had to murky up the waters a little.  Y'know- put a couple feet between myself and any overzealous gumshoes or bounty hunters  representing certain interested parties with bees in their bonnets over my bail "skip-age".  What I did was not by all accounts "moral" however it was necessary to introduce some disinformation into the feedback loop and see what came back.

Back to the Facebook friend I was telling you about.  His name is Marc Scortino.  Nice enough guy from what I remember.  In high school, people used to confuse us for each other.  Apparently we had similar facial features- whatever.  I'm far better-looking.  But I started creeping through his photo albums and we actually still do look alike I suppose.  So I did something I shouldn't have done...

On Monday, April 30th- the Springfield Republican planned on running a front page story on yours truly.  Since there had been speculation floating around my "real identity", I decided to run with it.  I told the reporter that my real name was Marc Scortino.  They printed it, I sat back and waited to see if this Scortino guy got a visit from any "friends from Portland".  A few days went by.  Then one morning I hop on Facebook and...

There's a scathing message from Marc Scortino.  Apparently he'd read the article.  The dipshit had his cellphone number listed on his profile so I gave him a call to work things out.  Boy- was this dude pissed!  I guess I couldn't blame him.  After he calmed down we started catching up.  Turns out this guy owns some sort of entertainment agency on Block Island.  He runs a nightclub and produces a music festival.

So we talk some more...yada yada yada...and I'm moving to Block Island for the summer.  Scortino's going to hook me up with an apartment above his nightclub (Captain Nick's - www.captainnicks.com) and book a couple of shows for me (June 15th and September 2nd).  He said he's got some "other work" for me to do to.  Not sure on exactly what that is exactly but he mentioned something about a cigarette boat and overnight runs to a Columbian freighter named "El Caballito" somewhere out near the Canyons.  But I digress...

He's also agreed to act as my manager.  Starting last week he's already got calls out to venues around W. Mass and has started lining up the fall tour.  This frees me up to work on the sequel to the 413 video and go to the beach.  After all of this hoopla surrounding my meteoric rise to regional superstardom, I'd say I deserve a little beach action.  So see you soon Western Massachusetts.  I won't be back until after Labor Day.  But don't worry- I'll be back in time for the Big E.  And of course- I'll be keeping in touch via the usual avenues.  In the meantime - keep it green.

2 comments:

  1. Maybe this Scortino guy should work on promoting uiu to do a few shows at said "big e" just a thought :)

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  2. Scortino is a good guy, but not so smart. I wouldn't stay too long. 2 weeks tops. Also don't let him ply you with steamers.

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