Archive for November, 2009

 

The gig-chicken or the rehearsal-egg?

Monday, November 30th, 2009

Amazingly the ‘dude has done a couple rehearsals – for real rehearsals with all of us together playing all of our instruments and singing and stuff.  Shocking.

Things are sounding good, and we’re having lots of fun playing, which is the important part.  To me it proves something I’ve believed in for a while: just book the gig.

If you ever have a discussion with someone that says you should rehearse and rehearse until you sound good, and then book a show, tell them that won’t necessarily work.  You could rehearse until the cows come home and never feel confident enough to book a gig.  Conversely, if you book a date, sheer terror will force you to rehearse madly so that you sound good by the time you hit the stage.

Here’s an analogy.  Someone we know (who shall remain nameless) has a tendency to let clutter in their abode get a little out of control.  This person will, however, buckle down and do some hardcore cleaning of their place when they know that company is coming.  See?  They don’t clean the place up and then invite people over.  It’s the impending event that forces them to get things in order!

So don’t wait.  Book yourself a performance and have some fun playing music for people in a real live stylee.

Give us a KISS, but keep your shirt on

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

On the heels of a comment from a previous entry I was reminded of my tenure in the KISS Army.

At age 10.

It was a heady time.  Songs like “Hotter Than Hell” and “Strutter” were redefining my ideas of lots of things.  Girls.  Music.  Rocking out.  Did I mention girls?

I was so into the whole extravaganza that at Halloween that year I decided to dress up as my favorite KISS member: Gene Simmons.  My grandmother, who was a phenomenal seamstress, put together a wicked cool costume, complete with shiny wrist guards, the bat-wing cape, giant shiny shin guards, and the shiny… codpiece, I guess.  Weird for a ten-year-old to wear a shiny codpiece, but that shows you how happily oblivious I was.

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I added a few touches of my own: I made the chest chains out of tin foil that I crushed into chain links.  I made a guitar out of oak tag.  (WTF is oak tag?  This.)

The finishing touch was, of course, the makeup.  A friend of Mom’s named Mary Lou came over and did the makeup.  Perfectly.  It was insanely good.  I remember the greasepaint made my skin feel funny – like I was sweating cold water.  I didn’t care.  I looked fscking AWESOME!

When it came time to go to school, I was looking forward to emulating my rock and roll hero Gene by going bare-chested under the costume.  For some unknown reason Mom put the kibosh on that.  I remember being really upset, near tantrum-level upset.  In the end I had to compromise.

I wore a long-sleeved beige shirt under the costume to create the illusion of bare-chestedness.

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To this day, I still refuse to wear long-sleeved beige T-shirts.  Thanks, Mom.

Coverage

Saturday, November 28th, 2009

As we finish mixes and head toward making our second CD, we’re starting to brainstorm ideas for titles and art.  Remember, in brainstorming all ideas are accepted without initial criticism.

Which brings us this.

ticket-to-meat

(Alternate titles: “Get In Line for Meat”, “Love at First Meat”)

Thanks, Mike.

I need to grow a Zappa ‘stache

Friday, November 27th, 2009

This is hysterical.  I award extra points for use of the words “banal” and “insipid”.

Thanks

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

We dudes are thankful that we continue to do what we love and love what we do.  There is nothing more satisfying than writing, recording and playing music while having fun with your best friends.  We’re thankful that other folks enjoy our music as well.

We’re extra-specially thankful that our friends and families continue to put up with our Becker-and-Fagen-esque tendency to be anal retentive about our recordings while simultaneously delivering sem-sloppy goodness live (on occasion).

We’re very fortunate and grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving.