Today, I sat in on a recording session with Eddie Kramer at the helm. I shook his hand. This means I’m now separated from the Kinks by a mere two degrees! Almost there. It was a pretty cool experience. I won’t depress you by discussing the projects he’s involved in nowadays.
In my two years at Ex’pression, I’ve run into Butch Vig and Chuck D on campus, too. It just goes to show how much cooler it is than Berkeley. I mean, I did walk past Arnold Schwarzenegger at UCB, but that was before he was elected Governor, so he wasn’t really that famous yet.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
This entry’s worth 2,034 words
This weekend was filled to the brim with beverages, loud music, and sunshine. Anything worth writing about? Not really. Instead, I’ve decided to resort to baby and dog pictures.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Night of the dyeing red
Last night, I went to a theatrical interpretation of the Night of the Living Dead movies: essentially, a thin veil of a plot to facilitate pelting the audience with spaghetti, fake limbs, and buckets upon buckets of fake blood. Totally awesome. Afterwards, we went to the Phone Booth, the stains of fake blood still spattered all over our faces and arms. Meyergami treated me to the largest, strongest, least ice-having cocktail I’ve ever had at a bar. I became drunk enough to try out some psoriasis-themed pick-up lines, but sadly, there were no eligible targets.
Friday, June 22, 2007
How I spent my summer solstice
Did you have a good solstice? Did you even realize you were having it? I did! After taking my final and turning in my project, I asked myself “Where shall I spend my summer solstice?” Oddly enough, I chose Berkeley. I indulged my basest urges at the copy shop, the gelateria, and Amoeba. My discovery? My basest urges are really pretty tame.
All that aside, the most important part of any solstice worth blogging about, if such a thing exists, is staying indoors and drinking during the sunset, as if to say, “I’ll have a cocktail when I want to have a cocktail, and the sun can go down when it god damn feels like it” (note: this is slightly less socially acceptable during the winter solstice).
On the whole, it was a great day. And, of course, it’s all downhill from here. Except for maybe tomorrow, ‘cause we’re having a BBQ show at my house. It’ll be fun. You should come. If you ask real nice, I’ll probably give you one of those things I just pictured. If the nice asking thing doesn’t work, try showing me your tits. That won’t work either, but hey, y’know.
All that aside, the most important part of any solstice worth blogging about, if such a thing exists, is staying indoors and drinking during the sunset, as if to say, “I’ll have a cocktail when I want to have a cocktail, and the sun can go down when it god damn feels like it” (note: this is slightly less socially acceptable during the winter solstice).
On the whole, it was a great day. And, of course, it’s all downhill from here. Except for maybe tomorrow, ‘cause we’re having a BBQ show at my house. It’ll be fun. You should come. If you ask real nice, I’ll probably give you one of those things I just pictured. If the nice asking thing doesn’t work, try showing me your tits. That won’t work either, but hey, y’know.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Events of a busy week
Saturday: Went to surprise birthday show for Mike del Lame at the Stork Club. The Party Ice Breakers were great, though they would have been so much greater had they stopped after their first two songs. One of the songs was about getting aboard the party train, the other was about being wasted. Chris S-M definitely practiced what he preached, to the point where a Spuds MacKenzie reference was made.
Sunday: Had lunch with family. My dad told an endearing story about renting a PT cruiser, taking my mom on a joyride in the hills with the top down, and listening to both TMN records. Returned home where a barbecue was a-brewin’, then drank for approximately ten hours.
Monday: Wasn’t busy, really, but too hung over to do much until band practice. Band practice.
Tuesday/Wednesday: Cut my remedial DVD authoring class so I could assist Phil at a recording session. The best decision I’ve made lately. I drove home feeling all good about myself as an audio engineer, then when I checked my e-mail, I discovered my career advisor lady just passed away. Crazy.
Thursday: Taking the final for my penultimate class. Ladies and gentlemen, the Great Void is almost upon me.
Sunday: Had lunch with family. My dad told an endearing story about renting a PT cruiser, taking my mom on a joyride in the hills with the top down, and listening to both TMN records. Returned home where a barbecue was a-brewin’, then drank for approximately ten hours.
Monday: Wasn’t busy, really, but too hung over to do much until band practice. Band practice.
Tuesday/Wednesday: Cut my remedial DVD authoring class so I could assist Phil at a recording session. The best decision I’ve made lately. I drove home feeling all good about myself as an audio engineer, then when I checked my e-mail, I discovered my career advisor lady just passed away. Crazy.
Thursday: Taking the final for my penultimate class. Ladies and gentlemen, the Great Void is almost upon me.
Friday, June 15, 2007
The events of my uneventful week
Sunday: Picked up roomies from airport. Practiced for NASCAR while forms for lost luggage were filled out.
Monday. Band practice. Attempted to revive a JLS classic, but I felt too old to sing it. Quarter-life crisis? At least my knees are better. (Apparently, sitting in front of a computer and eating junk food is way better for your knees than exercise.)
Tuesday: Spent a bunch of time on the computer, utterly entranced and appalled by the MySpace pages of presidential hopefuls. Became very, very frightened.
Wednesday: Spent a bunch of time on the computer, looking for people to send promos of the T Fools EP. Who knew running a record label would be so exciting?
Thursday: Drove roomie to airport. Couldn’t turn down an In-N-Out Burger even though I was about to play basketball. (Apparently, a stomach full of junk food is bad for exercise.)
Friday: Updated my blog.
Monday. Band practice. Attempted to revive a JLS classic, but I felt too old to sing it. Quarter-life crisis? At least my knees are better. (Apparently, sitting in front of a computer and eating junk food is way better for your knees than exercise.)
Tuesday: Spent a bunch of time on the computer, utterly entranced and appalled by the MySpace pages of presidential hopefuls. Became very, very frightened.
Wednesday: Spent a bunch of time on the computer, looking for people to send promos of the T Fools EP. Who knew running a record label would be so exciting?
Thursday: Drove roomie to airport. Couldn’t turn down an In-N-Out Burger even though I was about to play basketball. (Apparently, a stomach full of junk food is bad for exercise.)
Friday: Updated my blog.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Small world
Last Saturday, I journeyed to Carmichael to party with Kendra K. and crew. I guess nothing too epic or scandalous happened, but there was lots of good hang time. And sometimes, through the typical art of conversation, you’ll discover connections you never knew existed.
Like that Hi-Fives video I uploaded the other day, which I used to convince my bandmates to wear suits for the show the other night. Kendra informed me that the original footage was shot by this woman I know, who’s actually a fan of TMN and was at the Rickshaw show. I also discovered that a dude from Brent’s TV, one of those Hi-Fives precursor bands, is the bassist for Nudity, who we just played a show with in Olympia. In other words, I was smoked out by a member of a band I really love, but I was completely oblivious!
It all just goes to show you that existence is made of circular rings, linked together to form a cosmic space-time chain, which is used by Jor-El to drive the astral sled dogs that pull Earth around the sun. I have more literature on the subject, if you’re interested.
Like that Hi-Fives video I uploaded the other day, which I used to convince my bandmates to wear suits for the show the other night. Kendra informed me that the original footage was shot by this woman I know, who’s actually a fan of TMN and was at the Rickshaw show. I also discovered that a dude from Brent’s TV, one of those Hi-Fives precursor bands, is the bassist for Nudity, who we just played a show with in Olympia. In other words, I was smoked out by a member of a band I really love, but I was completely oblivious!
It all just goes to show you that existence is made of circular rings, linked together to form a cosmic space-time chain, which is used by Jor-El to drive the astral sled dogs that pull Earth around the sun. I have more literature on the subject, if you’re interested.
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