Sunday, February 28, 2010

A bit of Saturday, and a bit of Sunday

Went to IHOP for din-dins and coffee stop before the gig. Ken called during the cardio-friendly meal to remind me to bring my synth for the show. I forgot this show would be a "stripped down" (minds out of the gutter, please) version of HIO consisting of Ken, Marcus, Matt, and I playing instruments while Terry paints, thus I didn't bring it since electronics are usually handled by Terry, Sarah, and/or the Michaels. After the meal I stopped by CVS and invested in a toddler keyboard and an Easter greeting card that plays "Peter Cottontail".

The set was fun. We went on first, kicking off The Good Show Live Music Series. Dre did a great job miking Matt's and my small instruments. Pared with the econo-sized ensemble, everybody was able to distinctly hear each other- a first for us. Nice and spartan. A good direction, me thinks.

Later today the group will be playing at The Kessler Theater to join the chorus of those paying tribute to The Great Tyrant's bassist, Tommy Atkin, who passed away Thursday. I will not be able to make it to the show in person but will attempt to send some sounds to the group for utilization during the set.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Master work

Meeting up with Great American Novel later today for a pint and to receive their upcoming album for mastering. Fingers crossed and all that...

Monday, February 22, 2010

Retrospectulating: The Utilization of a Fake Word

Friday: Got the FirePod working again (luckily, and mysteriously, was a driver issue. No new apps, updates, etc. to cause a conflict. Oh well... ), so I spent most of the evening recording. Hooray!

Saturday: Played with HIO (consisting of Sarah Alexander, Michael Briggs, Marcus Brunt, Aaron Gonzalez, Matt Hembree, Terry Horn, and Ken Shimamoto... and, for the sake of being redundant, me) at J&J's Pizza in Denton. Fun, fun, fun as always. Hooray!

Sunday: Laundry. Hooray!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Night Visions

Partly fueled by reading Mister Wackjob's manifesto (read "rant") right before going to bed, I dreamed last night that I observed several incidents involving the FBI barricading properties of individuals who were delinquent on filing their taxes. As the property owners rushed towards the barricades shouting that they would not pay the I.R.S., they were gunned down by a S.W.A.T. team wielding .50 caliber machine guns.

Who can say what planted the seeds for the next dreams...

I was talking with Vanilla Ice (a nightmare within itself) on the set of "Ice Ice Baby", who was trying to convince me that he was Bruce Lee's best friend. He didn't have any photographs as evidence but produced a picture he drew of himself and Lee in the attempt to provide proof. Vanilla Ice then repeated several times that he tried to commit suicide and finally admitted he was lying about the friendship.

I was in San Diego at a concert in a packed audience watching a stage full of hipsters with acoustic guitars singing "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" by The Police, as the video for the song was being projected on a large screen behind them. Jeff Price was among the people performing.

Technical difficulties

I was looking forward to working on the soundtrack for Terry's Bird Revolution after a somewhat tedious day but ended up trying to fix the FirePod, without success. Grrr... Hoping it's something simple (like a driver issue) because the prospect of spending several hundred dollars for a replacement is quite depressing.

Plan B is now officially on standby.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The plan and chemicals

Meeting up with Ken and Terry for some "sushi-talkie" this evening.

Listening to Dig Your Own Hole (1997) at the moment.

And this morning.

And yesterday, as well.

Must remember to bring another CD for the ride tomorrow...





Friday, February 12, 2010

Postmortem, present, and future

Electricity returned at 10:00am, twelve and a half hours after loss. House temperature dropped to 55°F. Didn't sleep. Feeling a wee bit ill after dealing with a moderate size branch that snapped off the oak tree by the backdoor at three this morning. Ended up with sixteen to eighteen inches. Scandinavian friends, commence laughter...

Carey is heading into Weatherford for antibiotics to give the Boer in the attempt to rid some chest congestion he developed during the night.

This weekend I'll start work on a soundtrack for one of Mr. Horn's animations. Excited and fingers crossed.

Some pics of the snowfall by Carey:


Not found in Ikea®.


From picturesque to waterlogged in the days to come.


An hour's worth of accumulation.


Frodo's excellent adventure.

A touch of frost

Quite a Thursday it was. By noon we received over six inches of snow at home. I had to get on the barn roof to shovel the white stuff off to keep the said questionable structure (a tin and timber ramshackle monstrosity cobbled together by the previous owners, no doubt in a meth-induced haze) from straining under its weight. Non-stop accumulation throughout the day and night (nine to ten inches the last time we checked at 11:00pm).

As of now, we have been without power for three hours. Since our property utilizes a well, this means that we are also without water. Currently the temperature in the house has not dropped considerably. Hopefully the electrics will be restored soon. Looking forward to being "stranded" at home again today. Carey and/or I will post some pics soon.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Counting out time

Quiet day, so far...

From Gabriel's last stand with Genesis, The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway (1974).



Monday, February 8, 2010

Gel cap? No. Recap? Yes.

Saturday: Celebrated the 31st with Carey and mum at Carpriccio's in Azle.

Sunday: Carey received a "Juggernaut Class" goat. Did some mixing (me... not the goat).

Friday, February 5, 2010

Return to an old interest

Decided to revisit for the fourth time one of my favorite books, Sir Martin Gilbert's The First World War: A Complete History, which I haven't read since the age of eighteen. Within the last few days the passion for history that I had as a teenager, for some reason, has rekindled.

The Great War in particular has held my interest since childhood, which is probably due to the stories my grandmother would tell me about her brother's experiences on the Western Front in 1918 (he was exposed to mustard gas, though it would take nearly twelve years for him to finally succumb to its effects). The culmination of events that lead to the conflict, the aspects of the war itself, and the fact that its repercussions are still being dealt with by individuals and nations ninety two years after the cessation of hostilities are fascinating. Well, to me, at least...

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

Taking the mick

Actually, taken from Mick Farren's blog. Greatness.