So, if you missed it, we had a kinda-show Sunday at the aforementioned Fuck Yeah Fest. "Kinda" because our main Darker-My-Dude Tim Presley (last seen plowing his junkyard convertible into the Old Old Spaghetti Factory) was gettin' all IV'd up - that is, in the hospital - and missed the show. Pretty rock n roll, right? As the story goes, Jared thought it would be really funny if he put a fucking rattlesnake in Tim's bathtub (where/why/how did he get a rattlesnake in the first place?). Well, turns out, it was really funny, because Tim's brushing his teeth in the morning (of the show) and next thing you know, said rattlesnake's sunk its cruel fangs into Tim's foot. Tony hears some pained yelp-cursing from the next room, finds Tim slumped on the floor, bleeding out of three new orifices on his foot (or, pedifices), and the snake coiled above the bathroom mirror. Rest-of-long-story short, Tim's in the hospital all day getting de-venomized, and we're getting periodic updates from Tony, who seemed to be at Wendy's through most of this. After trying in vain to move our 8:00 set time, we erected what turned out to be our little Tim Presley Memorial gear-pile and bullshat our way through 3 prolonged song-jams, hoping that Tim would make a dramatic wheelchair-bound mid-set James Brown-style entrance. But he didn't.
So we rose to the occasion and it was alright and everybody got to overplay to fill the void and Rob got to sing ballsy leads and Will got to make up harmonious non-lyrics and Tim never showed up and then we stopped.
But in all seriousness, it wasn't a snake. It was a spider, and that's much less exciting. But it's close enough. Then again, maybe the story should just be that he was poisoned. Because it's true.
28 August 2007
22 August 2007
19 August 2007
Everybody, everywhere.....if you (if you) really care.....
15 August 2007
do you want to go golfing with me.....
11 August 2007
split open and melt
so our dear friend Matzah is putting out a split 12 inch with us and denver's mocassin (who recently signed with buddyhead) on his i hate rock n roll imprint. we recorded it last october up in san francisco at the soon to be decommissioned hyde street studios . john webster johns produced it, and and played some trumpet and bass, as well as backing vocals. the song is called "hair decisions" and is our most experimental to date. It was created with a tape collage that was done over two 18 hour sessions. you can pre-order the record or listen to "hair desicions" by clicking on the i hate rock n roll link.
09 August 2007
here is the information you requested, round two
We went back to Sunset Sound last week to re-record all our parts (just kidding! hahahaha!!!).
Actually, we recorded a second batch of songs, which gives us puhhh-lenty, which means get ready for some killer B-sides. Whatever comes out of this, you'll be surprised.
I love you, Mr. Jones.
Andy had no idea.
Next time you book time at Sunset, make sure it coincides with one of the staff's birthdays.
Another Joe Cocker re-enactment.
Photos courtesy of W.P. Canzoneri, whom nobody took any photos of, and may not be reproduced without the express written consent of Major League Baseball. That's right - Will may not be reproduced (the photos are like, whatever).
Actually, we recorded a second batch of songs, which gives us puhhh-lenty, which means get ready for some killer B-sides. Whatever comes out of this, you'll be surprised.
I love you, Mr. Jones.
Andy had no idea.
Next time you book time at Sunset, make sure it coincides with one of the staff's birthdays.
Another Joe Cocker re-enactment.
Photos courtesy of W.P. Canzoneri, whom nobody took any photos of, and may not be reproduced without the express written consent of Major League Baseball. That's right - Will may not be reproduced (the photos are like, whatever).
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