Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
Shakesperean Headshop existed within a cold shed in Roselle, NJ during the winter of 1988. The 3 who played music were also in a band called Logic Downwards. LD played a sort of post-punk song.The 1 who did not play an instrument was not in LD. SH found a structure but they were not songs. They were not statements. They were more like descriptions of a room. The room they were in. And within the room the whole world existed. This music was pure and it was not pure. It was experimental and it was not experimental. It was political and it was not political. It was an attempt at a piece of art. And sometimes it was unwieldy. And oftentimes it failed. And some failures were worse then others. And occassionally it all came together and worked and the room was no longer cold. The 3 players and the 1 other chanting the words. And there was no difference between the word and the note, the lyric and the chord. It was completly equal. And it was a communion of friendship. It was an acknowledgement of frienships falling apart. It was a notice of personal economic disaster. And it was a cry of hope. There was no way this band could have existed beyond the winter of 1988, it was  of the moment. And the moment was fleeting. And forgotten. This could not be repeated again and there was no reason for it to exist beyond its own space time. The shed was cold and adolescence was falling apart and adulthood was being fought at every turn. And this was once and never again. This was taking over time and using it for a means to an end. … (quiet now-someone askes “did it ever really begin?”)
Shakesperean Headshop existed for approximately 90 days in the winter of 1988. SH was a learning curve. There was nothing better then SH. Nothing more, nothing less. Sometimes I wonder if it ever existed at all.