Season's Tweetings!

That'll make them happy



So here's the deal


I haven't posted in an age, sort of losing/finding myself amidst the wint'ry delights of southern California


I'm proud to report that I have successfully turned 27 while you were away and finished another video for our project, above


Presently I am trying to reconcile feelings of apprehension about the application of my efforts towards this unbelievable endeavor


Unbelievable, you ask?  Sure, it's a logical conclusion given the circumstances of the past 3 years of my life, but what else could I be doing with my time and energy and who does that suit better--


me or you?


I haven't the faintest but I have been enjoying these moments of quiet reflection, pacing through my backyard


I'm going to be leaving town for all of ten days, tomorrow, headed back to those Rocky Mountains (High) for the festivest of our holiday cheers.  I suspect I will post from the road--


speaking of taking some time off, wouldn't it be nice to establish a sustainable routine?


Hell, I've been making to do lists for the past 4 months on this damn project and what she needs now is a plan


"plan," in a softer voice--reassuring


"gals"

man alive

shaking it on up, now

here's a bit of a self portrait, a blast from my past as a lumberjack

I wrote a dialogue between myself as a lumberjack and my superego that I hope to one day perform for you all

Until then, you'll have to settle for some more frantic gif animation and yet another video, my update as to the development of this record and its progress, therein

We lost the snazzy AT4047/sv and the Heil dynamic that replaced it has caused nothing but concern among those parties involved; recording with Brian on Thursday proved to be an arduous process first for the difficulty of really capturing 6 and all it can be and then for concerns regarding the fidelity of Dr. Heil

My assumption is that it is better applied indirectly, or, perhaps, from afar rather than in the same cozy positioning that the condenser enjoyed--that 'sweet spot' located above the snare, below the crash/ride and just to the right of the hi hats.

Anyway, we got some new sounds which are now growing on me; hopefully my pleas will find purchase on the rocky shore that is my former roommate's generosity and we will have the Audio Technica back for Wednesday.

Today's video is for 11, recorded that fateful day--hear for yourselves the ominous nature of the crash cymbal just after the opening credits of the film, the 'breakdown' of our ditty.

I think it might work, especially if a repetitive bassline and chords are produced and mixed to match.

Speaking of repetitive bassline and chords, we sure as hell better start recording guitar and fast--fuck

Not sure what else

We're having a gals party with the band on Wednesday night, hoping to fashion show ourselves a working ensemble

let me start that again--

We're having a 'gals' party on Wednesday, hoping to share in good times and craft the fondest of memories, indispensible treasures and tidings for you and yours

why, I'll be snapping pictures the whole night long with the intention of sharing that much more with y'all, on this blog and otherwise, trying to fully prepare ourselves for the graphic design needs of a regularly performing band

Whew that conjecture

double by gum, fun

this is getting ridiculous

I've set this wonderful as this blog's background, been tweeting about fussing with some graphic design over the past couple of days, and here she is:

it's kind of distracting, having them dancing around all willy nilly acting the fool, but I am a tad excited about my new tricks


do the images themselves count as a trick?


oh yeah I'm working on a record--


twitter, youtube channel, blog all sassed up.


started a myspace account which I have not razzle dazzled, yet, and plan on joining reverbnation.com as well.


I can't wait to get a-hold of my people for clever-photoshoot now that I have a handle on the animated .gif/we lost Brian for a few days and I need to start barking up Blake's tree get this "motherfucker" recorded.


I've had two offers to mix the record over the course of the past week, returned the Audio Technica 4047/sv I was borrowing and replaced it with a Heil dynamic mic (thanks, Clinton)


I was hoping to do a real earnest job on a video for 6, just in case that one is our opener (per Brian's suggestion) for our live shows, but I'll wait until we get it tracked, Thursday.  


No video for today, it's been a while, hope you like the .gifs/they are not treachery upon your epilepsy


I suppose I'm in a good mood, already

boldly

by gum we're having fun

I'll start this one with the video, straight away, and we can get right down to business.


I'm changing things up around this here galsmusic.blogspot.mammy; had a couple of valuable chats this past couple days and have learned a couple of valuable lessons:


1. We need to unify the 'feel' of our social networking portals
   --hence the bold fuschia accent upon our clever canary bowtie and our starched white dinner jacket.  Expect more of this as I direct you to the twitter account and the myspace.

2. My introspective personality is completely inappropriate for this blog.  --whereas the music is upbeat and playful, my personal venting and expressions of vulnerability as they pertain to the writing, conceiving, recording, and believing processes present a stark, almost defeating contrast to the again delightful and invigorating music they accompany


Good stuff, all around.


Today's video is a new rendition of 13, fresh with rocking guitar and slamming drums and the swimsuit models promised two posts' ago.  


We are 3 tracks shy of completing the drum tracking for the record and I am liking the slightly wet natural room sound we are getting in contrast to the synths, in particular.


I think with a touch of ambient reverb we can make these synths sound like perfectly organic members of the ensemble, which I think would be a treat for the senses.


Of course, it was hardcore electronica that brought us here; it shouldn't have to take us out, should it?


Great--I'm glad everyone likes the videos

let's just alt-printscreen the blog editor script

I'm putting the final technical touches on today's fun and fancy video, need to make my .jpg for the day

that's great


it's funny the amount of time you spend bouncing and rendering and compressing and adjusting, only to go back to make corrections and repeat the process, again


I like reading articles in the New Yorker about major player artists overseeing the physical production of their ideas in lofts in Brooklyn


Anyway


rocked it to 1, today, a new video for an old favorite of mine.  This is expected to be the album's closer and perhaps the opener for our shows.  The video itself is an exercise in editing tons and tons of shit; I just got an honorary degree from the University of Phoenix in video editing and will note, as such, on my resume


The tune is an exercise in simplicity, wildly repetitive vocal line hopefully assuring listeners what these gals have been up to the entire time they've been enjoying the album/preparing soon-to-be intimates for what is in store the next 35-45 minute set of their lives.


I've made one of my phone calls and consequently a playdate to talk business, next week.  More to come.


I still haven't rapped with Cap'n Straus about his overwhelming school schedule, nor have I written him parts, further.  More to come.


Bri Guy will be joining us tomorrow to finalize 13 and 10--looking forward to finishing that video, hot damn.


I think I might warm down my evening by watching "Part of the Weekend Never Dies."  Looking at my hair in the mirror, I thought to myself, "oh wow you learn a lot in a year with some focus gosh" and that documentary is in part what set me on this path, one short year ago.


Things are good, I don't know what else--

You're looking fine, though

smart leather slacks

Striking such a pose

Today's blog is dedicated to my 31, 43, 96225

We've covered a lot of numbers, so far, and I thought this gold coin to my left and the waterfalls in today's video would resonate with my baby 31, 43, 96225

Waterfalls are nice to the extent that, while water does run from the pool, it is being constantly filled

I also particularly like the idea that my waterfall enjoy a lush vegetation surrounding it, a secluded paradise of life and growth

Sheer abundance

Great.  Our last video did not end up being the swimsuits and the 13 that I suggested; I did not begin blogging today before making my video.

I think today's and the prior video are a little weak.  I've matched my learning curve and want more than just a handful of images thrown together.  These feelings are tempered by the understanding, again, that these videos merely accompany the music and not vice-a versa.

Further, these videos will merely accentuate a spectacle of sight and sound that will be our live 'gals' performances.

I've been thinking about cover art and packaging for cds, and have still not made my three phone calls.  I'm not sure about the apprehension

Carry on, I say, the tracking process is taking its longest and that is a fine new pace for me to learn, to adapt to.  I have a few other items on my slate and can be busy while not necessarily brooding over this one to exhaustion.

I'd like to, though

Brokeback Living Room

I wish I could quit you

Now, I haven't ever seen the film nor have I entertained a forbidden love in this living room, but I thought the pop culture reference would be humorous to the extent that it is a very poor attempt at a laugh; that the laughable effort would be just that


You will have to trust me that I did not consider it so thoroughly before writing the title


I've decided to begin today's entry before making the video.  Often will I dream up a very clever and thoughtful blog, sit down for an hour to make the video, and then completely forget all of my nuggets of wisdom and insight I had hoped to share


Today will we be blessed with no intended wisdom and therefore no lost insight--you're welcome


I have registered my car and purchased toilet paper in heroic fashion already today, and am left with naught but my quiet time, here, in front of the screen


Brian will be joining us to record 13 and 10 on Wednesday and I should prepare 8 and think over 6 and 11 in order to prescribe those parts to the best of our ability.  Check.


Blake's set to graduate with a bloody jazz degree this semester and not without some duress, particularly regarding his schedule.  I owe him a phone call this week, once I've written him a part or two.  Check.


I'd like to get together with Miss Artadi over coffee or something if she drinks it, see what insight she might offer in terms of the business side of this and see how she feels about her demos.  Perhaps providing her with more recent drafts will add clarity to our discussion.  Check.


And, again, I need to make my phone calls with the people who might very well have connections or advice or both, for me.


Cool--I should have taken care of that with my weekend minutes, anyway


I went on the internet archive last night and downloaded a whole mess of new material for what will be a second wave of videos, and I'm not sure where to begin.


I got some excellent video of a Miami swimsuit fashion show--3 different designers--and might celebrate the objectification of women, perhaps to the tune of 13 with its extra-loud guitar part (for Brian's benefit in devising a complementary part)


Maybe not--I'm going to save this as a draft and I'll be back soon.


Thanks

what's the matter?

I should like back in to this swing

I've video-ed the last of our demos and we've recorded drums for near half of the project.

I like the way things are sounding, developing, falling into place.

I am going to bring as much confidence as I can to this endeavour as I may possibly temper with an earnest humility; I've never done this before, but I'm eager to learn how it works.

I've even started working on wee fragments for more demos oh my, perchance to do some recording back in Colorado, over the holidays.

Well


I'd like to dedicate this tune to the tender balance between work and play and the immediate and future goal to integrate the two as much as possible, to let this light of mine shine.


I enjoy lying on a couch and reading a couple articles of a New Yorker; I hope that the amount of time I spend, here, justifies such leisure.


I suppose it is mine to justify any way that I please--sometimes I wonder where all this faith will go, pleased that you are here, on this journey.


What else? 

I still haven't made my harassing phone calls, demanding information from colleagues of mine, and I haven't filled out my statement of facts in order to replace my lost title on my car.

Looks like Blake is a busy boy through the New Year, so we'll push back the live aspect of this collaboration to mid January or February.


Perhaps I will wait until I have finished the recording and production to hustle me some gigs.

Auto Club's closed on Sunday.

sigh it's been a while

let's lay off the .jpg for a post, and I'll just embed that video I promised before leaving on tour





We're back


I've got my Bri Guy headed over to disrupt the sleeping habits of my roommates, hoping to track numbers 3 and 1 before he's done, and I've sketched out some guitar action for 13 (Cap'n Straus will be with us this Friday).


Now I must mull over the more business-like aspects of this endeavour (as though this blog was not enough):


1.  I suspect I should work on booking gigs for January, now


2.  Lists of bands and venues to play with and at, respectively


3.  I have a few people on my list that I can at least try to drag information/advice from in order to solidify my approach, make my phone calls


What else?  I'm sure I'll think of something, but I should probably get on the horn at least with number 3 and try and get things moving, at least in my own mind.


I suppose I will begin hassling friends and their bands to try to get on some dates for January.


Charming/shameless self-promotion


(A friend of mine mentioned I should use these videos as projections during our show--thank God for little Anais)

hell, that is excellent copy

has the print screen .jpg variation exercise run its course?

I couldn't say if I tried--all I need is a lens flare and we'll have mileage through the end of this wee tour.


I don't know about you, but I'm aching for another video


Another eight Coca-Colas, another 4 MTA rides, a chance meeting of some Australian woman who name dropped someone associated with the Grammys and asked for my card--we'll see if 'Chris' factors into my destiny, after all--another IJG gig, another pair of car rides across these British colonies, and another dance with my own personality.


I suspect I am becoming more aware of myself, have been.  As I've been experimenting with monitoring my output, more, I've noticed a hypercritical side to my self-evaluation; I think I am toning that down, a kip.


AT LEAST SHE HOPES SO


I'd like to get back to LA with a bang.  I might pop downstairs and make a couple of phone calls after I'm through here in order to schedule the boys another appointment, this coming week, and at some point should I make a master plan of people I need to talk to in order to promote myself, book gigs, and otherwise prepare for 3-4 months of gigging once this project is done.


I'm tentatively projecting January '10 for the band kickoff/'leave no anus untouched' winter attack tour of the LA metro area


Sounds grown up, doesn't it?


I am looking forward to this blog paying my rent, is all

quiet time

wow did I run into some familiar faces tonight


I made a friend request on the facebook upon returning to lovely Kew, here, and am downing my eighth Coca-Cola for the day.


I will most likely wrap things up with another Camel Crush (unable to find my Shag), a good tooth's brush (flossing, mind you) and a change back into boxers after a formal disrobe.


Sweet, sweet slumber


I've been trotting around this New York for the past two and a half days and I must admit I right like it.


I suppose I'll make a point to visit more often, or, at least, as often as the past year has seen.  This is a good place, and I like to watch things move/be a part of this movement.


Chatting up the future, wining and dining this past I find myself a touch clear-headed and refreshed.  I reconciled my financial woes at least in the short term and feel confident that there will be some measure of resolution to my living situation upon my return to southern California.


Perhaps there is no good nor bad anymore, only easy and challenging.


Which do you prefer?

over and again

are we in some flux

we are in some flux

this is the good flux we've all heard so much about.


Ideas and conventions, notions previously held dear, core values and beliefs will be upended with the world's delightful weight and we will come out, again, values borne anew.

those ideals which do not survive this duress will no longer serve to inform decisions and behaviors; those which make this grade will be stronger and resoluter, for it.

It's really quite breathtaking to imagine this, me, yourself, ours, in two short years.

I'll take them/I'll have them, and gladly

So let's see

I'm wrassling with a living situation back home, wrangling a financial situation here on the road, and dazzling my dreams with a world of sweet sweet multimedia expression barely touch'd upon before my travels and now left dangling in my absence.

I've got a day off, and rather than fierce this Northeaster's chill I will stay home and have a cute photo shoot with our flautist.

Perhaps we will have sushi on the U.E.S. (Upper East Side)

or maybe just grab a B.T.E. (Bite to Eat)

the Brooklyn gig should be pretty rad, at least

I like this band, and these people

if you seek Amy

feeling it


we can't wait to meet Britney Spears, watching some videos, here, on the Youtube


I'm in Wilmington, Delaware, after all--it's so important to have attitude.


After publishing last night, I thought it might be appropriate to touch upon feelings I felt, riding subways two days ago.  I thought I would follow up with a subsequent post and even have prepared a .jpg to suggest just that, for this post.

but now I'm just not feeling it--let's discuss my introspective self some other time.  


(It was one year ago that I was riding those same trains--how did I feel, what did I think, what was actually happening?)


Food for thought:


Britney Spears production value (Toxic)


Talking Heads rhythm guitar parts (Speaking in Tongues)


okay


we keep watching youtube videos and it is distracting


what am I supposed to be typing?


I am still away


I will be back


great

freezing my gals off

my has the east coast a chill

We've played a show, I've danced on some subway trains, travelled through rural New York State, jumped on a hotel bed at length in Pittsfield, MA, and wrangled with the internet, here, in the lovely Crowne Plaza Pittsfield/Berkshires long enough to elicit consistent function

consistent enough to merit a modest .jpg and my prose, before you

we went out to the Brew Works after the show and I was able to brag about being sober for nigh 3 months to a handful of bandmates.  I ordered my hamburger medium and had several refills of Pepsi, all to the tune of some local band playing a myriad smooth, traditional, funky jazzes

I offered that this might be some manner of punishment to the members of the ensemble with jazz degrees; some past misdeed, perhaps, for which they needed to be punished.  

They did have some smooth originals, funky basslines, and a decent knowledge of standards matched only by their mediocre feel and juvenile improvisational development

I noticed that the Brooklyn-based jazz musicians in the band did not make too much of a fuss, making smart ass remarks about the music

We're getting a little anecdotal--"what I said at dinner"--of my list of notable absences in Pittsfield was I pleased to strike "calypso," with a teary-eyed rendition of St. Thomas.

And on we go.  

I rapped with Oliver about writing and performing music together.  I'm just going to write some stuff the best way I know how.  I'm not sure when, probably not now.  Did you smell that lemon, did you kiss that cow?  I'd like to down chow things are dead in this town.

I wish I had a video for you guys.  I neglected to transfer the super special tour video I had prepared prior to my departure, from my external hard drive to this here C:

so I can't imagine I'll be doing much video editing in this 37 degree weather--

fans of tangled prose rejoice, for there will be no distracting youtube embeds in this blog so long as I am able to write it

here on the road

now that's sexy

By gum did this video make me feel all kinds of sexy





Intended as a warning against an onset of perversion in American culture, outstanding news reporter George Putnam's presentation of such a variegated, lurid imagery served only to stark a thirst within my soul for the craven, for the depraved


The good news is I scanned my HIV test results; not only can you scratch this blog, you can sniff it, too


All seriousness aside, I'm leaving town tonight for a healthy, hearty 10 days' travelling on the east coast of this great nation of ours.  I will be packing my laptop and I have even prepared one more enlightening video for you, my suspicion that I will not have a dearth of time during said 10 for this routine.


Should that be the case, fear not, for there will be one extra special video and song awaiting your eyes and ear-holes, posted at my leisure.


The boys will be out later today, recording some guitar for 7 and preparing more drum parts for 13 and 1, probably, to be recorded upon my return.


Again, I haven't really been working all that much on this music, biding time with this blog, really, as I wait to boss around my boys.


It's nice, but I feel obligated to insist that I am doing no work of any kind--not sure why.  I guess I would like to be working but am confident that that time will come sweetly after our tracking is finished.


Gosh--wish me luck

eloquent and handy around the house

one hell of a party





another internet archive video, another dollar


the tender softness, the dullard lacking


I hold my breath so long as I can


wait


slide your tongue, past the teeth and to the gums


bravery and continue


for lack of better words


no more than a smidgen


held tightly desperate embrace


quietly, or quieter


undone

another day, another dollar

pleasant sigh of relief

I'm tempted to switch from the classic editor over to the new fancy one and, what's more, I've switched from my treasure trove of video from the barbecuing I've been doing the past week over to some cigarette commercials I found months ago on the Internet Archive.

That was also my first hyperlink--we're blogging some shit, today.

Let me tell you all about it. I wrote some guitar ideas for 7 today, and decided that they were all rhythm guitar parts. Somehow that was discouraging. I'll finish up parts for 3, 13, and possibly 11 tomorrow and otherwise try to ready myself and the lab for a pair of hot sessions, Tuesday, my boys Blake and Brian laying silky tracks, respectively.

Not much else to report. I'm gearing up for my wee vacation; hell, I practiced trombone today.

Here's my full-on video for 13. I like this song and I think the chorus is catchy. So catchy do I think this chorus that I've peppered the song with all manner of lovely flutey-ness ha-ha! The flutes and their starkling final entrance are rather disruptive to what would potentially be quite a hit for this record, so there ha-ha!

I suppose I wave these flutes like I just don't care.

Again, the video's content is derived from a Kool cigarettes commercial featuring an absolutely stellar and perhaps overlarge jazz combo. You'll be intimately familiar by the song's end.

I think I can do as many drafts of these videos as I draft the music they accompany. In this particular instance, I'm thinking I might make more of the rhythmic editing that characterizes the end of the video, spread through its entirety.

Tighten things up a little, I say.

We'll get drums, guitar, and whatever snappy sound effects and pads I can come up with before we record final vocals for these sexy jams.

Sound like a plan?

hot damn

and why not

I've recorded some drums oy, now reckoning with the new directions the music is taking from demos MIDIed oh so long ago.

It's been two months since we broadened fragments, loops, into verses and choruses and what have you, and now are we recording the drums oy.

Hell, I've never recorded live drums before and could not anticipate the excitement and vibe that comes with it. The 60s era kick drum--Beatles logo drum head, all--has a wonderful natural resonance to it which is rather unlike the electronic European house music that originally inspired the project.

Now, do I defy the efforts lain on my drums, at my feet, and process the shit out of said recordings in order to closer reflect said inspirations?

I don't know.

I like the idea of things evolving over time, and I've mentioned recently that the new sounds are somewhat intimidating to ears accustomed to the modesty of 4-track demos; I've suggested that perhaps I will merely wait, take these things in, and grow further accustomed to what is now changing and developing in this music.

Again, seemingly without my direct involvement, other than bossing these kids around--an indirect role with which I am all but unfamiliar/will totally behoove me to understand and appreciate.

Great. Sounds great, even.

a moment of quiet reflection

well, great

We're wrapping up another week, here, and I thought I'd take a break from the video editing to sit and write a little something,

to give it some focus.

What have we learned?

All my scratch vocals are recorded, and we've begun tracking drums and guitar. I personally have not done shit besides bossing these people around, wondering when I am going to begin writing this music, again.

I'm leaving town on Wednesday for ten whole days.

I spent a good deal of time on 6, tonight, recording the Rogue and then fussing with ableton's onboard effects. I think I went into la-la land/I did not speak to my roommates doing drugs the entire night.

Perhaps it was a nice break.

I heard some 80s era Stevie in the car, great synth sounds and way too much reverb on the snare. Sounded like a kitschy vibe to adopt.

My suspicion is that the best course of action at this point is to merely be patient, to allow my boys to get their parts laid sweetly, gingerly here in the lab and then to begin icing the cake.

There are of course administrative labors to be achieved during this time, bouncing tracks and making the demo synth sounds nasty. Perhaps I can find some good 80s vibe in the arsenal, here.

Whatever

I think the most important thing that happened this week is all three of my cohorts insisted that I perform this music live, offered their time and energy, further, to that end.

It's going to take 3 more minutes to finish rendering today's video in my video editing software, then I have to compress it down for the youtube and upload it. What more to say?

I got a wee bit of a trim of the old mop this afternoon and I tested negative for the on-the-spot HIV test--my paperwork will certainly be tomorrow's .jpg for the blog. The results of my blood, urine, and throat culture will be ready in 8-10 days.

That makes me feel a little responsible, which is cool.

I'd like to get some thai food

Brian will be joining us tomorrow afternoon to track 5 and 7, perhaps begin working ideas for 6. I should hassle Blake a bit to see if we can't make another playdate before Wednesday. I'll take some video of Sarah wearing the mask so we can introduce the band, formally, I don't know.

I'm not sure, really, what I have to do here besides wait and do what I know how to do and be as patient as possible and perhaps learn a shade, along the way

So, what--

I've got a band

"gals"

exciting opportunities in the film industry today

Wow are we running on two and a half cold hours of sleep I woke with a start, the sound of my alarm this morning.

I couldn't even fall asleep, calculating the good deeds I could enumerate today in place of attending my second assignment as a HOLLYWOOD EXTRA this year; lost another half hour of precious shut-eye that, as I returned to my bed after silencing my cell phone's alarm and turning it off, I did not miss for anxious excitement.

I lay there, 6:15 am, for a good ten minutes before getting up, taking a shower, and driving to the Paramount lot in Hollywood, proper.

I was a stand-in today for none other than Ray Romano. Needless to say, I am excited for his upcoming television program, "Men of a Certain Age." Looks to combine the best of Romano's characteristic comedic charm with some heartfelt middle aged bean-bag personal reconciliation that old farts must really get bent about for NBC or whomever to be marketing an entire TV show with it, damn.

Odd staring myself down in a teleprompter sitting on that uncomfortable stool for however many hours--not too terribly many, and we 'wrapped' early, to boot.

I will accept a $200 check in the mail in the next 3-4 weeks, declare it on my upcoming California state Employment Development Department Unemployment Benefit bi-weekly inventory, and a comparable amount will be subtracted from my next check.

I have yet to tell my father I have quit my job as a telemarketer, or acquire a duplicate title for my automobile now 6 months' past its registration due date.

I labored over number 11 for the past two days and have ultimately decided to wait, to let it be--

BFF Brian came over today to lay down some silky tracks for the drum requirements of this musical endeavour, and hearing what he's come up with and the humble receptive nature with which he not only listened to my suggestions but seemingly appreciated them has lit me up as though a Christmas Tree.

We resolved to establish our strategy for numbers 5 and 7, allow Bry Bry time to solidify said strategies, and reconvene, here, in the lab.

Tentatively Saturday.

I am blessed by the overwhelmingly positive and encouraging response I am receiving from the musicians/friends whose help I have enlisted in this process, god.

Make a day of it

miss me

I've taken a day off/had a productive time, of it

I finished our scratch vocals with the little lady

in the afternoon and was able to bundle up yay so

many demos and get them yousendited to my comrades

at arms.

Lo, did Mr. Guitar player join us for an extended

session late yesterday night and lay silky tracks

on the demo, above.

I was taken aback by the collaborative process for

much of our session--I kept prompting buddy Straus

for this or for that, and feeling dissatisfied

with his efforts. That made me feel completely

self-conscious, like a whopping great arsehole,

and--somehow--we made it through with what I feel

to be genius displayed, again, on the video above.

So what did I feel and why?

I'm not sure, although I think I'm rather

protective of my babies. Tinge that sweetly with

a dram of insecurity, a long day of recording,

and fuck if I have a quiet episode in front of my

new collaborator-at-arms. My guess is it didn't

bother him as much as it did, me, but I always

assume that people can read my mind, thoughts,

and emotions.

Even when I can't.

So what, we'll do it again this week or next or

some shit, and have ourselves a ball.

Demos done, I can begin dialing drums sounds and

working on all the crazy whooshing noises that will

subtle and not so much the duration of this record,

"gals"

that's crisp

I can't even believe it she told me

I step out of doors this evening, and without warning am I bitten by the crispness of autumn's cool stillness.

Now, it was a tad chilly when I began my day--I was unable to laze about comfortably in boxers and shorts for all my afternoon--and I will admit I did spend far too much time in 'dream-land,' finishing the series of Battlestar Galactica, but I was shocked by this crispness, autumn's invigorating nip at my teat.

Shocked in a good way if not great.

I've felt a rut, here, long enough for me to qualify it as 'an episode,' and the sense of change all around me might be the impetus I need to really effect change within myself.

I understand these things take time, friends, and I know we're all going to look back on this and just chortle future's days, away--

I'm here, now, and I think I can really do all of this, two weeks' shy of our equinox into fall.

Autumnal. Change.

Hell, I've got demo vocals on the docket for tomorrow and am going to meet with our guitar/bass man later that night. I'll take some video for you.

I figured out how to switch the ruler/grid in my cracked Sony Vegas video editing software from seconds/frames to beats/measures.

I've always wanted video to play a rhythmic part in my ensemble, and now she can. I'm still getting used to the sag of interest as I leave these spaces in our narrative, and here I pretty much trail off near the end.

Forgive me.

the parts that are cool are still cool