Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Anyone have an old mandolin I could borrow?
or buy? for CHEAP?
It can have holes in it. or cracks. It can have your "Meat Is Murder" bumper sticker on it. It doesn't have to sound that great. I don't care, as long as it is basically, pretty much, mostly playable.
I just want it 'cause they're useful to have on hand when you're trying to write a song that has a mandolin in it.
anyone? anyone?
The Boy From Lam Kien Salon
I can't remember if I ever posted this. It's old now, but I still kinda like it.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A helpful chart
I put together this chart for people who need help understanding their place in the scheme of things.
The "Awesome" Movie: it's not real, dawg
But the treatment is here...
SCENE ONE: The End
Seven hooded figures roll out a large sheet of paper detailing the end credits. When the paper runs out, they begin to chalk - in real time - more credits on the sidewalk. The chalk breaks. They begin to spell out more credits in blood. They are questioned by cops on segways, who ask where the blood came from. Unable to answer, the seven hooded figures are brought into the police station.
SCENE TWO: Doin' Time
The words "Doin' Time" are written in log font. For 7 minutes.
SCENE THREE: Jailbreak!
In the slammer, the seven hooded figures meet seven inmates wearing out-of-date striped uniforms. Together, they plot an escape route through the walls of their collective cells. An entire musical number begins but is thwarted by seven guards who beat the 14 inmates with bassoons.
SCENE FOUR: Seven Brides for Seven Brofficers
The seven guards return home that night, complaining to their seven wives that work was difficult. The wives, played by men, are angry that their spouses haven't noticed their bitchin' haircuts, and they beat the seven husbands with trombones.
SCENE FIVE: Phantom Orchestra
That night, while the seven husbands and seven wives sleep in separate rooms, the seven trombones become possessed by demons/daemons and begin playing a jaunty jig. They float out into the street and down to the local pub, where a band of seven musicians is playing the exact same jig. Dejected, the possessed trombones wander down an alley and shoot up heroin.
SCENE SIX: A Band
The seven-member band finishes their set and packs up their seven vans with gear. Then they push all seven vans together and lash them across with rope. This proves ineffective on the freeway and a horrible crash ensues. Blood everywhere (they hit a blood truck).
SCENE SEVEN: Denouement
The blood is found by seven hooded figures who have just broken their chalk and are looking for something else to write the end credits with.
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART
SCENE ONE: The End
Seven hooded figures roll out a large sheet of paper detailing the end credits. When the paper runs out, they begin to chalk - in real time - more credits on the sidewalk. The chalk breaks. They begin to spell out more credits in blood. They are questioned by cops on segways, who ask where the blood came from. Unable to answer, the seven hooded figures are brought into the police station.
SCENE TWO: Doin' Time
The words "Doin' Time" are written in log font. For 7 minutes.
SCENE THREE: Jailbreak!
In the slammer, the seven hooded figures meet seven inmates wearing out-of-date striped uniforms. Together, they plot an escape route through the walls of their collective cells. An entire musical number begins but is thwarted by seven guards who beat the 14 inmates with bassoons.
SCENE FOUR: Seven Brides for Seven Brofficers
The seven guards return home that night, complaining to their seven wives that work was difficult. The wives, played by men, are angry that their spouses haven't noticed their bitchin' haircuts, and they beat the seven husbands with trombones.
SCENE FIVE: Phantom Orchestra
That night, while the seven husbands and seven wives sleep in separate rooms, the seven trombones become possessed by demons/daemons and begin playing a jaunty jig. They float out into the street and down to the local pub, where a band of seven musicians is playing the exact same jig. Dejected, the possessed trombones wander down an alley and shoot up heroin.
SCENE SIX: A Band
The seven-member band finishes their set and packs up their seven vans with gear. Then they push all seven vans together and lash them across with rope. This proves ineffective on the freeway and a horrible crash ensues. Blood everywhere (they hit a blood truck).
SCENE SEVEN: Denouement
The blood is found by seven hooded figures who have just broken their chalk and are looking for something else to write the end credits with.
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Happy Number 9 Day
Queued up with some other nerds at Easy Street last night 'round midnight to purchase one of only 10,000 remastered Beatles in Mono box sets like a good little consumer. I've only made it through side one of Revolver, but so far I agree with Geoff Emerick.
Monday, September 7, 2009
LewIMAXs and ClIMAXrk
that wasn't a very good movie. i could see roads in the footage they shot of the journey west. pretty sure i saw a QFC sign too.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
West
Poor Isaac Ebey (1818-1857). Wikipedia tells us that he was the first permanent white resident of Whidbey Island. Also that he got his head CUT OFF by some pissed off Haida Indians who lived over on Vancouver Island. A couple of years later, after much haggling, the Indians returned what was left of the head (mostly the scalp and some ear parts) to Issac's brother Winfield.
There's a hiking trail that goes by the old Ebey place. It's supposed to be quite pretty.
There's a hiking trail that goes by the old Ebey place. It's supposed to be quite pretty.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Weekend Roundup
He eats a cookie and stands on a couch. You never give me your money. When you ask interesting questions, the man in the suit honors your requests. Two become one three times. (They do the high chair dance in 5/4.) A contemporary look at mark making makes a driveway for talented friends to rub eyeballs in a melted vanilla sunday. Four march to buckhorn. One stung twice by hornets chasing them up the mountain, past a plane crash into the remnants of a Masonic password.
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