Meet the bands: The Dents

Who are The Dents?  Well, seeing as you asked:

Jen D’Angora (aka Jenny Dee), Vocals and Guitar. Michelle Paulhus, Vocals and Bass. Craig Adams, Guitar. Kevin Pickering, Drums.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way…

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photo by Eric Law

What do they sound like?

We’ll let the music do the talking…. here’s “Better Off”:

They’re heading to the Midway on 10/17 with the Sprained Ankles, Muck and the Mires and the Phil Aiken Army!  You don’t wanna miss this lineup!

Tickets  $10, 21+.


Did you know?

The Maybe Sump’ms already rode around NYC last weekend, but you can still donate! In fact, we could really use the help! Keep in mind that 100% of the proceeds from Crash Safely also go to same pool and help fund crucial research into MS, patient assistance programs and fellowships for MS specialists.

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In fact, ECTRIMS (the European Committee for Treatment and Research In Multiple Sclerosis) just ended and highlighted some major research breakthroughs, including:

  • “NEDA”- No Evidence of Disease Activity as a standard of care for people with relapsing forms of MS (This has NEVER been an option before!)
  • High dose Vitamin D improving cognitive function in MS patients
  • The effect of melatonin and seasons on relapses
  • Still in clinical trials, Ocrelizumab may be the most effective MS drug, even in hard-to- treat Primary Progressive MS

THIS is where the funds go from Crash Safely. THIS is why we ride, why we play.


We’re on WMFO this Tues!

We’ll be guests on Skybar Lusardi‘s show  on WMFO this Tuesday at 8pm!  He’ll be spinning tunes by all of the bands involved in Crash Safely, and Amanda will be on hand with some tracks and all of the information about both nights (including the proper ways to sway the raffle in your favor).

Just don't get grounded throwing lightswitch raves beforehand.

Just don’t get grounded throwing lightswitch raves beforehand.

Listen in at 91.5 FM or online!


Update for the 10/17 show

Unfortunately, Gymnasium have had to drop off the  October 17 bill at the Midway Cafe as their drummer Jonathan was in an accident. We hope he gets better soon!!!

The other members of Gymnasium will still be attending the show and you may even get Rod to sing you something accapella if you buy him a beer first. (Don’t quote us on that.)

New set times and order are as follows:

9:00 Pm – Doors
9:15 PM – The Phil Aiken Army
10:15 PM – Muck & The Mires
11:15 PM – The Dents
12:15 AM – The Sprained Ankles

Thanks everyone and we wish Jonathan a speedy recovery!


Some hard truths.

Where to start? By now, I’m usually just reiterating all of the lineups, prizes and dates, but I haven’t been posting anywhere near as often as past years.  What gives?

Honestly?

This is hard for me to admit to myself, let alone type and share with whomever out there wants to read it.  While I have been working mainly for myself, I’ve essentially stitched together a grand total of 4.5 jobs, just to keep some sort of steady income.  This has meant I’ve had less time for things like Crash Safely, but also things like taking care of my never-simple medical issues.

I’ll tell you when you ask that I’m well, because I’m better than I have been, but the reality is that I am scared.

A contract position I currently have that ends in January may jeopardize my ability to afford health insurance. I’ve already been threatened with termination for income amounts.  None of the other 3.5 positions are able to offer me a stable, full-time, benefits-eligible versions of the positions I currently have within their organziations.

Contact positions I’ve held in the past year that were “temp-to-perm” became terminated once the dreaded discussion regarding my MS treatment goes from “talk” to something supervisors actually have to deal with and schedule around.  It’s always “fine” in theory, but in practice becomes an “issue” that no one seems to want to deal with.  Best just to get rid of the person who could potentially raise everyone’s premiums by simply accepting that full-time offer, right?

This has been my reality for the past year or so. The safety nets that are available are very slim and I often make “too much” to qualify for assistance, or am “not disabled enough.”

The person who can’t sleep and can’t feel a good third of their body on a good day isn’t disabled enough.

The person who exhausted their unemployment makes too much money.

I have no family that can assist me. I have no safety net; when I fall, no one will catch me. I know this because I have been in positions in the past where I had no money and nowhere to live.  Thankfully, I had access to places on my college campus that allowed me a method of survival. (Living in a radio station office is, by the way, not very comfortable.)

 

I put on a brave face every day, especially at that contract job.  It’s not my co-workers’ fault that I’m in this situation, and they don’t need to be burdened with this.

The very real possibility of being told that I make too much money for my current premiums could mean an end to the MS treatment that has kept me stable for years.

“Stable.”

I lost my ID for that contract job yesterday and I don’t know how or where.

Unless you have a unique name, chances are very good that I will forget it if we meet, even if we have many great conversations.  I may also not recognize you if I haven’t seen you in a while and we are acquaintances, not close friends.

I can no longer sleep unassisted.

But I can walk.  I can write.  I can type.  I can use a fork and a knife.  These were all things I couldn’t do in 2009.

When the humidity rises (which happens in the winter and the summer), I am reminded of these things. It’s harder for me to walk and use my hands.  It’s harder for me to think.

I have to play endless phone tag with durable medical equipment suppliers, health insurance companies, hospitals, doctor’s offices, pharmacies and others. It’s tiring and hard to keep them all straight.  None seem to have after 5pm hours, and I do not have any privacy to take these calls while at that contract position. As a result, I take these calls outside- literally.  I’m standing on the corner on Mass Ave, on hold, hoping to resolve yet another problem, hoping the hold music isn’t eating away at my allotted “anytime” minutes on my cell and that the alcoholic on the corner, toasting me with his nip bottles, doesn’t take my appearance outside as a sign we were meant to be together.  Again.

Back inside, regardless of the outcome of the call(s)- big smile.  Don’t ask, don’t tell.  Nothing to see here.  See you tomorrow.

Repeat.

Maybe I should say I work 5.5 jobs.  It’s full time work, sorting all of this out.