Wednesday, July 27, 2005
just less than an hour of crucial becoming...
Noodlings from early July, spontaneous collaborative tapping of primal truths, or simply the best we could do while having fun: please enjoy something Sean, Chris, and I made using only our hands, feet, and mouths plus a Casio SK-1 sampling synthesizer keyboard (pictured below), The School's motely drumkit, a purple lost-and-found guitar with two strings, a portable Kustom soundboard and amp, a leviathon tempermental no-name guitar amp with matching speaker, three microphones, The School's electric organ, various jam-room debris, a warblyizing dictophone with one mini-tape side's worth of distorted homemade recordings of found noises and assorted tree-bound chanting, and a tape -player/-recorder with pre-existing French-t0-English lessons. Although we have yet to break apart the distinct songs -- all this was recorded on the tape recorded, stop-and-go, over three hours + of studio time -- and sequence them, please enjoy this rough take of output from a rare afteroon when were able to meet up and play with sounds.
Noodlings from early July, spontaneous collaborative tapping of primal truths, or simply the best we could do while having fun: please enjoy something Sean, Chris, and I made using only our hands, feet, and mouths plus a Casio SK-1 sampling synthesizer keyboard (pictured below), The School's motely drumkit, a purple lost-and-found guitar with two strings, a portable Kustom soundboard and amp, a leviathon tempermental no-name guitar amp with matching speaker, three microphones, The School's electric organ, various jam-room debris, a warblyizing dictophone with one mini-tape side's worth of distorted homemade recordings of found noises and assorted tree-bound chanting, and a tape -player/-recorder with pre-existing French-t0-English lessons. Although we have yet to break apart the distinct songs -- all this was recorded on the tape recorded, stop-and-go, over three hours + of studio time -- and sequence them, please enjoy this rough take of output from a rare afteroon when were able to meet up and play with sounds.
They Played "Euphrates" !
Lived the dream and saw the Pixies in Chicago @ Lollapalooza -- pics and a setlist forthcoming, but I can say that they delighted be by frontloading their extensive and powerhouse set with "Euphrates" and "UMASS."
Lived the dream and saw the Pixies in Chicago @ Lollapalooza -- pics and a setlist forthcoming, but I can say that they delighted be by frontloading their extensive and powerhouse set with "Euphrates" and "UMASS."
I don't have any personal pictures to share, and with words I can only try and express to you that Phoenix, AZ in late July is FUGGIN' HOT. Humidity may increase the seemingness of a high temeperature, but wet or dry, 115 degrees Farenheit is simply eviscerating. Granted, I've spent all of my life several hundred klicks into temperate latitudes, and three years of it in South-Central Alaska, but there is something ridiculous about 115 -- so ridiculous, it doesn't even bother me. 95 and humid is a moist hell, but 115 is a lovely joke. 95 and humid I'm pouring icewater over my head at every stop and growing miserable, but 115 inspires a fuck-it-and-bring-on-the-jalepenos-for-lunch-and-let's-race-some-wild-fuckin'-horses-along-the-bone-dry-banks-of-the-Salt-River attitude. Arizona heat is also aggresive in its aridness, as each breath greedily scrapes the moisture from all of your inner breathing passages. Bottled water isn't just a fad in AZ.
