27 Sep

DIY Hell – Week Four

Wow, a month’s gone by since I got this idea stuck in my head. I think it’s time to have a deadline attached to the project (since not having a band staring at me while I waste their time, or a studio clock running, counting down the dollars that are going down the drain during my lack of getting down to business is having no little affect upon me).

Yeah, a deadline, that’ll help.

Stop laughing. What, me first? Oh, okay.

Yeah… I know about arbitrary deadlines, too.

So howsabout the Ides of November? Have a little multipurpose party, make some noises, &c., &c. Y’all wanna come?

Still procrastinating a little, so it’s off to the river for some field recording (and to let the four legged demon get a little exercise before I lock myself in the studio for the day).

Well, coffee first.

See ya’ll in seven,

-rg

19 Sep

DIY Hell – Week Three “Unreasonably Optimistic”

Wow, the procrastination is going strong this week. So far, instead of “working”, the website’s gotten a complete overhaul, I’ve put in ±12 hours on a photo unfucking job, and many household honey-do list items have been at last checked off.

I even cut my fucking hair, which ain’t that big a chore, as many of you undoubtedly know. Grab clippers, hack & slash, and that’s it.

It’s strangely relaxing watching the EQ meters bounce up and down on well mixed/mastered music… and not-so-strangely depressing when you start watching your own anemic meter action, heh.

And now the remixing (which takes care of the “learning new software” step too, heh) has begun. My band Whoregasm is approaching a level of tightness I didn’t think possible, and the other side project glows with potential.

If I could just win the lottery or something to enable the quitting of my shit-ass job, well, things would be extra-super peachy. As it is, aside from the 9% pay cut, the pending move to a new location due to the company’s landlord issues…

…more on that. The company used to own the building. They sold it to another guy, with grandfather clauses in place that are only hinted at in the most oblique ways, and are paying rent to said guy. For the building they used to own…

…if someone could make that make sense to me, I’d spend my workdays just a little less stressed out.

Fuck it. That there’s a sideshow, nothing more. The play’s the thing, y’all. And in a couple of weeks (3Oct2009) Stan fucking Ridgway’s coming to town for a show. At a new(ish) venue that just popped up in my own neighborhood! The place (The Woods) used to be a mortuary, even. Eighty years with the dead, and now it’s a venue. Sometimes I really love this place.

See y’all in another seven.

-rg

P.S. I’m out of paid plays at Jango.com, but you can still click in a little love by checking out the page. And even if’n you’ve clicked the “like” before, every click still counts. Molto messy grazies, yo!

DIY Hell – Week Three “Unreasonably Optimistic”
Wow, the procrastination is going strong this week. So far, instead of “working”, the website’s [http://www.pats-lies.com] gotten a complete overhaul, I’ve put in ±12 hours on a photo unfucking job, and many household honey-do list items have been at last checked off.
I even cut my fucking hair, which ain’t that big a chore, as many of you undoubtedly know. Grab clippers, hack & slash, and that’s it.
It’s strangely relaxing watching the EQ meters bounce up and down on well mixed/mastered music… and not-so-strangely depressing when you start watching your own anemic meter action, heh.
And now the remixing (which takes care of the “learning new software” step too, heh) has begun. My band Whoregasm is approaching a level of tightness I didn’t think possible, and the other side project glows with potential.
If I could just win the lottery or something to enable the quitting of my shit-ass job, well, things would be extra-super peachy. As it is, aside from the 9% pay cut, the pending move to a new location due to the company’s landlord issues…
…more on that. The company used to own the building. They sold it to another guy, with grandfather clauses in place that are only hinted at in the most oblique ways, and are paying rent to said guy. For the building they used to own…
…if someone could make that make sense to me, I’d spend my workdays just a little less stressed out.
Fuck it. That there’s a sideshow, nothing more. The play’s the thing, y’all. And in a couple of weeks (3Oct2009) Stan fucking Ridgway’s coming to town for a show. At a new(ish) venue that just popped up in my own neighborhood! The place (The Woods [http://thewoodsportland.com/]) used to be a mortuary, even. Eighty years with the dead, and now it’s a venue. Sometimes I really love this place.
See y’all in another seven.
-rg
P.S. I’m out of paid plays at Jango.com [http://www.jango.com/music/Rabid+Garfunkel], but you can still click in a little love by checking out the page. And even if’n you’ve clicked the “like” before, every click still counts. Molto messy grazies, yo!
16 Sep

“Reel Ten” – The Plugz

Hey, a hangover! Been a while, heh.

This is The Plugz, from their instrumental soundtrackery of 1984’s Repo Man. Yeah, I was looking for Hombre Secreto, but sometimes serendipity is a kind, kind mistress.

Maybe I should start with the soundtracks for a couplafew entries. We’ll see.

Here’s Reel Ten, by The Plugz. Lights… camel… action!

15 Sep

“All Appeal” – Branches

Here’s another one from the Post-It Notes of Doom.

Branches appears to be done and over with (or at least their website is), but their song All Appeal has got an insistent hook with a barb on it, where you’ve gots to just push that fucker on through the other side… because if you yank it out the way it came in, well, that there’s a lot of damage.

If’n you like this one, there’s other freebies on their site just waiting for you.

But for the moment, here’s All Appeal, by Branches.