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In the slammer, the seven hooded figures meet seven inmates wearing out-of-date striped uniforms.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

This Really Happened

I think I know what our show's about now

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.

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.

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.

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.

Feet

Wish you were here.

Wedding Band

I got married last month, and the photographer just posted some pictures online. Here's us playing at the reception:


And here's Becky being blown away by her own air guitar as Jed & Amy get robotic in the background:

Last Night at Smoke Farm

Kirk & Jen & I went up there yesterday for the LOFI Performance Art Festival. Got a little lost on the way. Once there, walked up a river bed, saw nakedish aerialists in the trees, tree fungus made of tiny books, glowing giant eggs and squidy things, a double hammock in the middle of a field, a piano under a giant tree (I played it in the absolute dark) where knitted flowers floated in transparent spheres, ate cantaloupe off a big rock in a hidden quarry while hanging bottles gently clinked as they swayed, ran through grass taller than me, saw grass french braided into a winding knotting snake along the ground, so much other stuff, I can't remember it all. So good. So so good. Congrats to Jed Dunkerly for curating it.

I took some night shots. I didn't have my remote shutter trigger with me, so sometimes I was trying to hold down the shutter without moving, and it didn't work so well.
(Anyone have any idea what the green things up in the stars are? They came out on 2 different pictures.)

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The Postcards

More treble. They always want more treble. As if the radio knows what it's playing.

I didn't come here by court order, but the pull felt almost as mandatory. When I got the call, I was working on the '66 Galaxie, covered in brake dust. I probably looked like a miner trying to break into my own house in search of a hot shower, which is probably why the dogs were so confused at my presence. I never answer the phone when I'm in the shop. I never take calls from the group. I never say yes to this sort of thing. This is a mistake, and I know it. So why am I here? I miss something. Or I'm missing something.

You took me right back down to where we started from.

Yeah, more treble.

Song a Day, 8-10-09

Yes, I'm still doing them. Yes, I've missed a few days here and there. Yes, I'm planning on making them up. Yes, you can listen to last night's effort, entitled You And I And This Room.

more from the mini-mart

What Happened?

This blog ate too many cherries and blacked out for like a week. We found it wandering around Target in West Seattle. We stuck an IV in and it seems to be doing better. Sorry, bloggy.

Secret Show Tonight!

Okay, it's not really that secret. I mean, how can anything be secret when you announce it on your blog? Take for example the Secret Service. Pretty much everyone knows about them. Cat's outta the bag, fellas.

And this show tonight. If you're on the "A"-list, you probably just got an e-mail about it. It's going to be at the place where it all began, The Rendezvous, 7/22/09 at 8pm, for only $11.08 Canadian.* (That's $10 American.)

What's this all about? Well, we're working hard on our anti-musical whatchamacallit, The West. So here we'll be showcasing some of the new stuff we're working on, plus playing old songs we like.


*Look, we don't actually take canadian money, so stop trying to get rid of all those bum quarters. We're not taking them, OK? GEEZ.

Wobbly Drummer in Georgetown

Thanks to all who came out to see our strange little performance last night at the Mini Mart.

Arbitrary Art Grant in Dance

I had just enough time before slipping off for a mini-honeymoon to apply for the Vital 5 Arbitrary Art Grant in Dance using this:

I wish they'd hurry up and say who won. I also had enough time to film Nora's entry (which is much better).

Enjoy or "Enjoy." It's up to you.

Our Proud Future/Past

5 year anniversary

I forgot: June 30th was the 5-year anniversary of the first show with all seven of us. It was at the Rendezvous. It sounded like THIS.