Deep Tank Jersey
By stern on Sep 26, 2006
Someone finally captured that feeling in in a book.
I've just picked up James Campion's Deep Tank Jersey, a chronicle of quintessential Jersey shore bar band Dog Voices. The book is a peculiar 3-way intersection for me: We spent many summers on Long Beach Island, where Nardi's bar occupies what would be the pierced navel of that body of sand. Dog Voices was on the marquee nearly every Sunday I drove by, watching the line snake around the building. Second, Dog Voices has been the "house band" for the New Jersey Devils for a few years. Why have a Stanley Cup parade down some state highway (with or without Springsteen's broken heroes) when you can have a parking lot block party with Monte and the boys? It's so, well, Jersey. And finally, bringing it home in a literal and figurative sense, James Campion sat next to me in more than a few high school classes. He writes what he knows because he knows life in New Jersey. Situated and saturated in it. I just never knew I was in the vicinity of the heir to the Hunter S. Thompson school of adjective slingshots.
Life must imitate art which imitates life, however. No sooner have I packed Deep Tank for this week's trip than I discover Candace LoMonaco and Maria Buoy, better known as the Global Systems Engineering Communications team, have joined the Sun blog world. Jersey divas, indeed.
We may have to schedule a staff meeting wherever Dog Voices is billed next.