what a weekend. friday night ashby and i completely deconstructed the lyrics for a song tentatively titled "beautiful." it's probably the most technical and hard to pin-down track on the album. i may end up re-recording half the damn thing. we had a quite a bit of fun sitting there in his study.
got home late friday and watched a hunter s. thompson dvd i had ordered the night he popped a cap in his own ass. it is a documentary called - breakfast with hunter. i suggest anyone with an interest in writing, thinking, shooting, talking and dreaming to order it. the footage is so candid, that by the end of the film, i felt like i had stayed the weekend at owl farm.
saturday i moved some of my stuff to storage then hopped in the truck with jesse to play a free radio benefit in jacksonville, alabama - where the women are strong and the sheep are scared.
after getting there in plenty of time for soundcheck and then tolerating an inept kid running sound, i was approached by some redneck evil bastard with a cousin for a mother and told to tell my band to hurry up and get started because there were six bands that night. excuse me?
i don't think this guy understood that we were an out of town band, playing a free show for a nothing radio station. and that we had been waiting on the sound-boy to get his shit together. at one point i told him to put a "gating" effect on the kick drum. his response? "what's a gate?" i almost left.
so we played this horrid set, immersed in bad monitoring and aborted transitions. as a bonus, we had to end the set early in order to give the other five bands a chance to "shine." we get to go back again this friday and do it all over again. albeit this time we headline, get paid, and call the shots. if that imbred fucker says anything to me again, he's going home via ambulance and a glyco-drip.
upon re-entering civilization about 11pm, i changed clothes, and headed out to the garage pub where ashby and his brother, et al were hanging out. it was good to see all of them looking so - good. i talked with the singer for beitthemeans and we both agreed that sometimes a shitty sounding demo that is heartfelt is sometimes the way to go. he's a great writer and has a guitar style that moves me to drive fast.
then it was over to the nick. all of my favorite people had converged and were in stellar moods. i got into an argument over the "best monitoring in a studio" with randy hunter, (i won the argument) downed half a dozen vodkas, got a nice surprise visit from my new favorite person, and the bands were killer. the new band, "the rewinds" have a new singer who blew me away. bad name, good band.
i talked with the guys in through the sparks and got the lo-down on their ep. they'll be putting out two ep's this year. eventually, i jumped into a cab with amber and judah somewhere on the cusp of 5am. many thanks to those two. there's a right way and a wrong way to do things. i'm a jedi.
today is the 40th anniversary of the selma march. i'm SURE dubya is going to do his best to honor today as best he can. he's such a great man.
got home late friday and watched a hunter s. thompson dvd i had ordered the night he popped a cap in his own ass. it is a documentary called - breakfast with hunter. i suggest anyone with an interest in writing, thinking, shooting, talking and dreaming to order it. the footage is so candid, that by the end of the film, i felt like i had stayed the weekend at owl farm.
saturday i moved some of my stuff to storage then hopped in the truck with jesse to play a free radio benefit in jacksonville, alabama - where the women are strong and the sheep are scared.
after getting there in plenty of time for soundcheck and then tolerating an inept kid running sound, i was approached by some redneck evil bastard with a cousin for a mother and told to tell my band to hurry up and get started because there were six bands that night. excuse me?
i don't think this guy understood that we were an out of town band, playing a free show for a nothing radio station. and that we had been waiting on the sound-boy to get his shit together. at one point i told him to put a "gating" effect on the kick drum. his response? "what's a gate?" i almost left.
so we played this horrid set, immersed in bad monitoring and aborted transitions. as a bonus, we had to end the set early in order to give the other five bands a chance to "shine." we get to go back again this friday and do it all over again. albeit this time we headline, get paid, and call the shots. if that imbred fucker says anything to me again, he's going home via ambulance and a glyco-drip.
upon re-entering civilization about 11pm, i changed clothes, and headed out to the garage pub where ashby and his brother, et al were hanging out. it was good to see all of them looking so - good. i talked with the singer for beitthemeans and we both agreed that sometimes a shitty sounding demo that is heartfelt is sometimes the way to go. he's a great writer and has a guitar style that moves me to drive fast.
then it was over to the nick. all of my favorite people had converged and were in stellar moods. i got into an argument over the "best monitoring in a studio" with randy hunter, (i won the argument) downed half a dozen vodkas, got a nice surprise visit from my new favorite person, and the bands were killer. the new band, "the rewinds" have a new singer who blew me away. bad name, good band.
i talked with the guys in through the sparks and got the lo-down on their ep. they'll be putting out two ep's this year. eventually, i jumped into a cab with amber and judah somewhere on the cusp of 5am. many thanks to those two. there's a right way and a wrong way to do things. i'm a jedi.
today is the 40th anniversary of the selma march. i'm SURE dubya is going to do his best to honor today as best he can. he's such a great man.