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Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
2:08 pm
Rock n Roll Job!
This opportunity is open to people living in/near Panama City and Daytona Beach. It's a great way to make some extra cash and network in the Rock n' Roll world! If interested, do not contact me but do contact amanda@universalbuzz.com.


Job Title: UBI Operative – Panama City, Daytona Beach
If you like rockstars and good music, trend-setting and being knowledgable about everything from good bands to video games, this job is perfect for you.

Gain valuable marketing experience, help promote up and coming bands and get really cool stuff!

Universal Buzz Intelligence Operatives are responsible for various promotional projects in their area. This is a broad based introduction to the world of music and entertainment marketing and promotions, and provides excellent experience for anyone wanting to get their foot in the door of the biz'.

Day-to-Day Responsibilities
• Compile and submit weekly activity reports which include digital photos
• Set-up and oversee parties and events.
• Merchandise record stores and non-traditional “lifestyle” accounts.
• Secure radio airplay for singles and albums.
• Tour marketing- get the city ready for the band when they roll into town!
• Do basic street marketing such as hanging up posters in retail/lifestyle/campus accounts.
• Work with alt-weekly and college press publications to set-up interviews and reviews
• Bring new music, movies, TV shows and video games to tastemakers and music addicts!

• $70 - $150 per week based on rolling project scale.
• Monthly expense account.
• Use of a UB Digital Camera
• Tons of free stuff (CDs, concert tickets, posters, stickers, t-shirts, DVDs, etc.)
• Help finding a full-time position in the entertainment industry.
• Bragging rights for hanging out with rock stars and tour managers.

Candidate Requirements
Applicants must be responsible and dedicated as well as a lover of music, movies, television, and all other forms of media. Additional requirements include:
• Experience and/or interest in the entertainment industry.
• A proven track record of professionalism and creativity- references checked
• Passion and commitment to helping artists.
• Excellent communication, time management, and organizational skills.
• Approximately 20 hours per week of free time.
• Reliable transportation (car preferred).
• Computer with an Internet connection.
• Be at least 18 years old.

Salary: $70-150/wk. This is a paid internship.

Company Description:
Universal Buzz is a multi-media/marketing company with a mission: delivering the bravest ideas in the universe to the masses via every medium known to man. Whether it’s a CD, video game, television series or movie, Universal Buzz has had a successful history of working with pioneering companies and establishing the brightest new artists. In addition to working with the likes of Killer Loop, Take 2 Interactive and Fuse (formerly MuchMusic USA), UBI has helped to launch the careers of such contemporary music stalwarts as Kid Rock, Moby, Ani DiFranco, Less Than Jake, The White Stripes, and Thursday – as well as more than 300 others – through our national college radio program and other promotional efforts.

Application Instructions
• E-mail your resume to amanda@universalbuzz.com
• Include the name of your city in the subject line.
• More information on Universal Buzz is available by going to www.universalbuzz.com and www.universalbuzzintelliegence.com
Friday, October 22nd, 2004
1:11 am

That's right!!! Hosted by ME!!! Every friggin' Thursday!!!

Current Mood: accomplished
Thursday, October 14th, 2004
10:36 pm
Yeah, so Jay has been being all artistic and posting these music-related cultural statement type stories lately. He has encouraged me to do likewise. So here is a self-serving keyboard player story that I wrote a few years ago. It was my first attempt at short fiction and my main joy was my ability to be verbose and descriptive. Later on in my writing exploits, I took more pleasure in writing dialog a la Hemingway.

But this is one of the few music related stories I've written.

She walked into the club smelling the delicate aroma of pipe smoke and loose tobacco. The air was thick with the hazy fog, except near the low stage where the colored spotlights cast an ambient glow of magenta and yellow through the mist. She found a vacant table in the corner of the room just a few feet away from one of the sizable speakers from which a smooth mix of jazz, rock, and strangely ethnic music spilled. The drummer was laying down an entrancing rhythm on a deep thick bass drum while rapidly tapping the offbeats on the hi-hat; the rhythm was slow, yet it had a certain groove to it that made her want to move.

The haze and the music intoxicated her with a sense of self-awareness that she had never known before. She truly felt like she existed, if not in a symbolic sense; she felt like she was living in a dream. Maybe not her dream, but someone's dream. She listened as the rhythm continued accompanied by the soft waverying melody of a sitar, of all things. The tones seemed to pulse and drift away like a moment's thought or a brief fantasy; the daydream would manifest itself and pass on, quickly followed by another. Her friend Nicole once describe her own fixation with string players; Breezy had said that she wanted to be the guitar, enjoying the attention and loving care of each strum, the delicate caress of the light plucking and fretting. She had thought that Nicole was a bit of a nutcase at the time and almost even more so now, glancing at the sitar player; his eyes were closed and his head was tilted up slightly listening to the pulsating rhythm, his left hand moved with a calculated memory of his frets while his right quickly moved between the drone strings and the melody strings. Aside from that, his playing had caught the eye of several other girls who were already looking his way, perhaps his calm casualness was merely a front to play off of the attention he was receiving from his audience.

It was at this point that her eyes wandered off to the side and she noticed the keyboard player sitting silent in the corner behind his keys, his head nodding as he kept time, his hands slowly working the keys as a soft humming sound flowed from the speakers. He reached up and twisted a small knob on his sound module, causing the synth to issue forth a gentle "wah" sound as he slowly adjusted the cutoff frequency of the resonance filter. His face had a relaxed expression laced with intensity; she could feel a certain passion in the way he played. The rhythm sped up and the keyboardist reached forward and tapped another module, twisting a large knob on the front of the module, as the firey scream of a hammond b-3 blazed from the speakers while his fingers rapidly danced from key to key, punctuated by fast slides up and down the keyboard. She didn't think Nicole was that strange after all; she wanted to be his keyboard and smiled a playful yet wicked smile when she pondered whether his hands could make her moan like that syncline synth or scream like a hammond b-3. The jam ended with a heavy pounce on the keyboard and a halphazard slide of his right hand off the end of the keyboard.

The audience cheered enthusiastically as the sitar player bid everyone a good night and jokingly told them to go buy the album, his fans lingering off to the side of the stage. She had almost forgotten that there was anything else in the room but the keyboardist and his rig; she slowly slid up in front of him.

This mysterious girl had gone by many names through the years. For a while her name was "Lauren." Occasionally she went by "Emily," and not a few times did she answer to "Jessica," or more exotic names like "Natasha," and "Ciara." Tonight, she was everyone and yet, no one. She simply was. From a distance, in his isolated corner behind his keyboard and modules, he had looked as lonely as she was at her table by the speakers. Now his solitude was compounded by the fact that the show was over and he had to pack up all of his gear. He noticed her shadow on the face of his keyboard and glanced up; she was shocked by the depth of his green eyes, still very clear despite the haze in the air. His eyes glistened. Was it the spotlights and the smoke? Or perhaps was it...a tear? A solemn yet unforced smile crossed his face as he said "Hi, I'm Matt."

She smiled. "I'm..." she forgot her name and glanced down shyly at the keyboard, absent mindedly letting her finger trail lightly in a lazy path along the main panel of his hammond b-3 module "...exhausted; That was amazing!" She finished with a deep release of the breath that she had not realized she had been holding. "Tired?" She mused, her eyes flicking up quickly from the keyboard and making contact with his. "Not entirely." Came his reply with a mischievous grin.


So yeah.. that's it.. I hope you're happy.

Current Mood: pensive
Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
4:22 pm
City Heights is going to rock so hard tonite at the Warehouse's open mic night. We're going to rock like.. like something that rocks really hard.

I got the new keyboard all warmed up. Woooo!!!!

Current Mood: giddy
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