John Wozniak John Wozniak

Full Name: John Keith Wozniak
Nickname: Woz
Date of Birth: January 19th 1971
Place of Birth: Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Famous People With Your Birthday: Janis Joplin, Edgar Allen Poe, Dolly Parton, Robert Palmer, Robert E. Lee, Phil Everly, Shawn Wayans, Desi Arnaz, Jr., Paul Cezanne.

Height: 5’-10”
Weight: I don't look.  It makes me sleepy.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Complexion: Fair to ghostly. In the summertime I get more freckles, and they all bunch together to form what I call my “tan.”
Eyesight: I can see for miles. Unfortunately I can't see up-close.
Shoe Size: 10-1/2
Hat size: XL

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Full Name: John Keith Wozniak
Nickname: Woz
Date of Birth: January 19th 1971
Place of Birth: Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Famous People With Your Birthday: Janis Joplin, Edgar Allen Poe, Dolly Parton, Robert Palmer, Robert E. Lee, Phil Everly, Shawn Wayans, Desi Arnaz, Jr., Paul Cezanne.

Height: 5’-10”
Weight: I don't look.  It makes me sleepy.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Complexion: Fair to ghostly.  In the summertime I get more freckles, and they all bunch together to form what I call my “tan.”
Eyesight: I can see for miles.  Unfortunately I can't see up-close.
Shoe Size: 10-1/2
Hat size: XL

Married/Single: Happily Married!!  My wife's name is Raine.  She’s exotic... she’s from “Canada.”
Children: Yes!  I have the best kids in the world!
Pets: Three black cats.  Their names are Pepper, Princess, and Luna.
City/Town: Philadelphia/Toronto/NYC, but mostly Toronto, because that’s where Raine is from.

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: INTP
Neurobehavioral Abnormalities: Adult ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)
IQ: 135 (Which means I’m smart enough to realize that IQ tests are how the aliens have been tracking us).
Hobbies: Collecting old (“vintage”) audio recording equipment.  My brother and I used to collect beer cans when we were young.  He had hundreds of cool ones, I only had about 50.  But I had way more Matchbox cars than he did.

Smoker (Non-Smoker): Smoker, unfortunately.  I'm trying to quit, but it's really hard.
Drugs: Nope.  I don't go anywhere near them... or people who do them.
Allergies: Dusty old books.  The darn things just make me sneeze, and my eyeballs go all itchy.

Politics: Not interested.  I only care about politics after I've had a couple too many martinis... and then I just start mumbling about what things would be like if I were “President of the World.”
Religion: I was baptized Catholic, and raised in a secular world.  I don't discuss my beliefs with anyone, nor do I want to hear about theirs.  It makes me uncomfortable.  Taxi!!
Sports: My favorite sport is Football.  I used to collect cards as a kid.  I always catch The World Series, Super Bowl, Stanley Cup Finals, and the NBA Championships.  I have no time to watch regular season games.

MY FAVORITE...

Quote: “Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping it will kill your enemies.” -- Nelson Mandela.
Teacher: My old guitar teacher in Philly, Chet Makowski.
Subject (school):  Earth/Space Science.
Food:  My mom’s home-made cornbread w/black-eyed peas and collard greens.  I also get cravings for her biscuits and gravy, from time to time.
Fast Food: Cheesesteaks (but only in Philly), with fried onions, hold the peppers.
Deli Sandwich: Corned-beef on rye with spicy mustard and coleslaw.
Beverage: Black Cherry Soda.  Nice cold pint of beer.  Very rarely I’ll spice things up with a dry gin martini (extra olives).  Mostly I drink water or club soda.
Dessert: Hot apple pie w/vanilla ice-cream, or Cheesecake.
Restaurant: Anywhere with a patio where I can smoke.
Candy:  Peppermint Altoids.  Actually any form of peppermint, stronger ones preferably.
Chocolate: Dark. 
Color: Black
Fashion Designer:  Not interested.  I wear jeans and black shirts all the time.  I do have a nice suit (Hugo Boss) that I got married in though, and that's pretty nice.  I also have a few shirts from Kenneth Cole, and I really like them too, but they just hang in my closet... neglected.
Cologne: I don't wear cologne unless I'm dressed up... which is almost never.  But in those rare instances when I’m getting married or someone dies... I choose Armani, “Aqua Di Gio.”
Brand of Soap: The ones they give me in the hotel rooms.
Toothpaste: Seriously.... aren't they all just mint flavored tubes of fluoride infused mouth soap?
Shampoo: Neutrogena actually.  It’s unscented, and does the job.
Books: The Neverending Story, by Michael Ende; The Princess Bride, by William Goldman; The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis.
TV Shows: The Daily Show & The Colbert Report, Dexter, Fringe, and Myth Busters.
Movies: Comedy/Action/Sci-Fi/Documentary... there are so many.  My DVD collection is getting pretty big (>300).
Actors: Ed Norton, Casey Affleck, Robert Downey Jr., Jason Mewes, Vince Vaughan, Jack Black, Samuel L. Jackson, Bronson, Bruce Willis, William H. Macy, Jim Carey (Eternal Sunshine was great), Don Cheadle, Peter Sarsgaard... and many more.
Actresses: Meryl Streep, Tilda Swinton, Claire Danes, Kate Winslet, Judy Garland, Debbie Reynolds, Parker Posey, Jamie Presley, Courtney Cox, Anna Faris, Marilyn Monroe, Natalie Portman, Tina Faye and Samantha Bee... (smart girls are hot!).
Artistic Crushes: Kathleen Edwards, Brandi Carlile, Nellie McKay, Serena Ryder, Emily Haines.
Games (traditional): Texas Hold ‘em Poker, Scrabble, crosswords, Trivial Pursuit, Backgammon, and something called “Lateral Thinking Puzzles.”
Games (video) :  Recently played, “Mercenaries 2: World in Flames” on Xbox 360, and it was killer.  Years ago I played "Psi-Ops: The Mindgate Conspiracy" on the original Xbox, and it was awesome.  Time for a sequel.
Vacation Spot: Niagara On The Lake (Niagara Falls, Canada).

Best Car You Ever Owned: 1995 Toyota Camry.  I still own it.  It hasn't broken down since I bought it.
Worst Car You Ever Owned: 1987 Series III Jaguar XJ12 5.3 Litre Vanden Plas.  Broke down all the time, but it was fast (V12 engine), and looked really nice!
Alternative Modes of Transportation: Motorcycle (50/mpg).  I also ride a bicycle, and I walk a lot.  I use public transportation, and wouldn't be averse to cruising around the hood on a skateboard...

Mac or PC?: Mac in the studio; PC at home.  My PC dual-boots Linux and Windows XP.
Electric Shaver or Blade?: Electric.   
Boxers or Briefs?: Between the two... definitely boxers.  But now they have “boxer-briefs” which are the best.

Biggest Pet Peeve: When people refer to our band as Marcy’S Playground.  I understand why they do it, but it’s a little annoying (just a little ;).
Guiltiest Pleasure: Watching beauty pageants on basic cable.  They’re so horrible, and yet I need to see who wins at the end.  Then I take a shower in a sad attempt to wash the soil from my soul.
Name Something (or someone) You Hate: What... besides answering all these questions?  Oh Okay, um,... I hate defeatism.  I have exactly ZERO time, or patience, for pessimistic people.  I’m already bored just thinking about it.  They can just save that shit for someone who cares... I got places to go and things to get done.  Taxi!!
Most Star Struck Moments: Meeting Steve Wozniak for the first time (co-founder of Apple Computers), backstage at one of our shows.  Meeting Kim Deal backstage at a Pixies show (I gushed like a schoolgirl).
Most embarrassing moment: When I first moved to PA from MN, in the 4th grade, my new teacher (Mr. Fleming) chastised me on the second day of class for not writing in cursive.  I had to tell him, in front of everyone, that I didn't know how to write in cursive.  He then proceeded to berate me for several minutes, and then called my mother on the telephone, in front of the whole class, to ask her why I couldn't write in cursive.  At that point I ran out of the room, red and embarrassed, and hid in the last stall of the boys’ bathroom, so that nobody would see me cry.  – Apparently my mom heard what happened and threatened to “come down there personally and rip off” his nuts, if he didn't immediately track me down and apologize, which he did.  He found me in my miserable state about 5 minutes later, and gave me a shaky, yet sincere apology.  But, seriously... fuck that guy.
Song to play at your funeral: Saint Dominic’s Preview, by Van Morrison (Live, from his 1974 album “It’s Too Late To Stop Now”).


Dylan Keefe Dylan Keefe

I can divide my personal history into two distinct parts; pre and post May 31, 1995.

On that day my father, an accomplished artist and architect, took his own life. He had always been my greatest inspiration, my wisest confidant, my biggest fan, and my best friend. He was insanely talented, amazingly kind, and aggressively charming. But most of all, although we played in different mediums, he was my artistic soul mate. Somehow, with him in the world, it was easier to chose a life in the ridiculous pursuit of artistic endeavors. Being totally and completely understood by someone has a way of dissolving self-doubt into bite size pieces.

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I can divide my personal history into two distinct parts; pre and post May 31, 1995.

On that day my father, an accomplished artist and architect, took his own life. He had always been my greatest inspiration, my wisest confidant, my biggest fan, and my best friend. He was insanely talented, amazingly kind, and aggressively charming. But most of all, although we played in different mediums, he was my artistic soul mate. Somehow, with him in the world, it was easier to chose a life in the ridiculous pursuit of artistic endeavors. Being totally and completely understood by someone has a way of dissolving self-doubt into bite size pieces.

That very same late spring day, before I received that heart-crushing news, I also met John Wozniak. As Minneapolis ex pats living in New York City, we quickly learned that we were from the same town, grew up with similar record collections, and had poor but intellectually stimulating parents that sent us to experimental grade schools. The Marcy Open School was the sister to mine on the other side of town. We were kindred misfit guinea pigs that had been tagged and released into to wild of the normal world.

In these times, when its easy for the Privileged such as myself, to just up 'n run away from one's hometown in search of a new identity, its not everyday that you meet those people that REALLY know where you're coming from.

I'm sure some of you that have lost loved ones are familiar with the feeling of being shaken by the irreverence in which life just goes on without them. To this day, I cannot believe that my dad never got to know about Marcy Playground the band, or that Woz and he never met. Because it seems to me as though they had always known each other. Instead, they just passed each other by a few hours along my personal time line.

On that day, when my whole world was falling to shit, I got lucky...or maybe blessed or something. Because somehow, just when I really needed some sense of where I came from, and a reminder of why I do what I do, spoken in a language that I can understand, I met Woz. And although John is far from a father figure to me (he's more like the little brother I need to protect from others so I can beat on him myself later), my dad, like a successful drug deal, delivered something to him from under his sleeve as he passed from my street corner. What I got was a musical soul mate. What you get is Marcy Playground.


Shlomi Lavie Shlomi Lavie

Hi. My name is Shlomi Lavie. (You can refer to me as "the new guy with the weird accent") I wonder if you can hear my thick accent only by reading this. Not really, huh? My accent got a little bit of the east European aroma to it, maybe even Russian.  Don’t be fooled by that!

I’m not a Russian and neither an East European. I’m from Israel. The reason I got that Russian feel to it is just because I spent too much time doing impressions of Russians, now it got stuck! That’s the price you pay for making fun of others.

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Hi. My name is Shlomi Lavie. (You can refer to me as "the new guy with the weird accent")I wonder if you can hear my thick accent only by reading this. Not really, huh? My accent got a little bit of the east European aroma to it, maybe even Russian. Don’t be fooled by that!

I’m not a Russian and neither an East European. I’m from Israel. The reason I got that Russian feel to it is just because I spent too much time doing impressions of Russians, now it got stuck! That’s the price you pay for making fun of others.

I play drums in Marcy Playground. Well.. Technically I play drums in Marcy but when we’re playing I would usually add an imaginary C flat note coming out of an imaginary tuba every now and then. Imagine a very calm and non-inciting sustained sound, like a faraway ship honking. I would usually play that imaginary note while banging to the sounds of “Star baby”, somewhere in the middle of the C-part. If you’ll listen closely you might hear it.

When I’m not touring with Marcy I’m working on my own projects, writing my own music or producing other’s.(as well as running a small family business called “Microsoft”)

Originally, I’m from Israel which located exactly on your left side from where you’re standing right now (Don’t move!) but you won’t be able to see it, it’s too far and there’s a lot of water in between.

In Israel I’ve been working as a professional musician since around 1999 and I recorded and performed with the biggest artists in the country ,Among them, names like “Berry Sakharoff” and “Arik Einstein”. For you, these names probably sound like brands of Turkish cereal boxes but in some parts of Israel, when you say these names, an immolation of a cow gotta be involved!

I was a member in the Israeli band “Habiluim”, a subversive band that made a lot of subversive statements which brought us a lot of subversive fans.  (And a lot of subversive haters).

In 1999 I formed, owned and ran a recording studio/rehearsal space called “Hakroovit” Studios. The English translation of “Hakroovit” is “The Cauliflower” which is kinda funny cause in the exact same years, Woz (John Wozniak, Marcy Playground) owned a studio called “Mushroom Studios”. I guess that if we’re not eating enough salad, at least we give veggie names to our studios for the sake of our health.

Somewhere in 2006 I sold the studio and used all the money to buy a one way ticket to the U.S.(The roundtrip was too expensive). 

I’ve been blessed with the quality of what I call “Opposi-toning” which is that terrible thing that makes people take me dead serious when I’m kidding and to think I’m joking while I’m dead(serious) (I’m drowning!! I Swear!! HELP!!!). For example, now, when I’m really serious you obviously think I’m mocking, Don’t you?

As a foreigner,(yea foreigner! from the place I come from we don’t believe we are all  born equal, I’m special buddy! – ok, ok ..Opposi-toning clarification :  I was kidding.  I mean..just half kidding, I’m kinda special, you gotta check me out) Anyway… as a foreigner, life on tour, here, in the States ,could be a real trip. I mean, although I would normally adopt the Marlon Brando “I know you and I know where I am” kind of expression on my face, At night, just before i go to sleep,(“morning” is more accurate), with the muffled bubbling sound of the underground baking my tomorrow adventures, I would constantly ask myself..”Where the #$@! Am i??”,  “Who are these people?!?” , “I mean ..you are all great but ..seriously ,Who are you?”.

I live for that.