March 2011
32 posts
Watching Twin Peaks, for the third time, in the middle of the day and I’m still terrified. Why does David Lynch speak the language of utter, abstract nightmare?
After playing a few songs with Mel, I feel worlds better. Rock and roll cures what ails.
We’re gonna have some surprises next Friday at the Blind Pig. It’s going to be a rock and roll exorcism. We’re going to shake the demons out of you all.
I Must Confess...
I’m not a fan of Lykke Li. I just don’t really feel the adolescent sexuality angle.
So I’m done with Ragstock, moving on to (hopefully) bigger and better things. Going into the studio Friday, very excellent.
My anxiety is raging today, and I can’t figure out why. I suppose I could attribute it to trying to plan a summer tour schedule around a job I just started, or general fears about the album. Either way, I can’t seem to shake it.
Last day at Ragstock. Seems fitting that there be no one but me this morning. The good news is that I get to listen to whatever I want. This means: Esben and the Witch, Kiss, the Mountain Goats, Joan Jett, Fang Island, Titus Andronicus, PS I Love You, and Pinetop Perkins. So suck on that.
Feeling very queasy. The last few days I’ve been eating like shit and today I feel like puking. Possibly dehydrated? Either way, uncomfortable.
Since getting my tax refund, I’ve been super splurgey. I’ve made the following purchases:
Paul Simon’s “Graceland” on vinyl.
Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the USA” on vinyl.
Preordered new Mountain Goats “All Eternals Deck” (you guessed it, on vinyl).
Thomas Ott’s “R.I.P.” a collection of really cool textless...
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Back on track booking. The cogs are rusty and squeal in protest, but I fall back into the swing of pretty quick. It’s not difficult, just time consuming. The good news is that our bio has gotten exponentially more arresting (thank you Booby Long, typo intended) since we started and I’ve been able to largely phase out the boldfaced lies that used to garnish previous press releases...
Ok, let the grand experiment conclude
Every time I eat at Five Guys, it’s delicious. Also, every time I eat at Five Guys, I feel fucking TERRIBLE.
At this point, conclusions can be drawn and I can stop eating there, right? Right. Stopping. Now.
Feeling better, crawling my way back towards health and sanity. Sleeping most of today has really helped.
The mixes are coming out great, in spite of my insecurity. We’re doing around 13 tunes (one sort of post-mod instrumental and one bad Leonard Cohen impression left to record), I think it’ll be a pretty neat album. Trying not to think of it in too grandiose a way, just want it to...
Feeling generally foul today.
I Got My Baby Back
The Guild, the old workhorse, is back in business thanks to Dave Collins from Collins Luthiery, just in time to go back to the studio tomorrow. I am, as might be expected, very excited.
I know it’s just wood and metal and that, ultimately, it will one day be unrepairable, but it’s valuable to me. It’s absolutely a totem, a fetish object, an excuse for me not to change and...
On a more somber note...
The carnage in Japan is absolutely heartbreaking. The reports are utterly chilling. My heart goes out to the people of Japan.
THIS AIN'T NO PARTY, THIS AIN'T NO DISCO!
Going into the studio tomorrow. Nervous about it, but I think it’ll be fun in the long run. I’ve never been one of those artists with this well articulated, hyper-specific vision, more an opportunistic writer: I really feed on the talents of the people around me. Luckily, I’ve got a not-so-secret weapon in Melissa, who has this uncanny ability to just show up and play something...
MxM in the paper!! →
Check us out, a super sweet write up by Abby Holmes! Yaaaaaay!
Kickstarter Madness!!! →
We’re less than $10 away from $1,500 on our Kickstarter! Thank you all so much, those of you who have contributed! Who is brave enough to nudge us over?
Workin on my solo career!
sarasotatheband:
I’m gonna play some shows soon. With people or without. But it’s gonna happen. This Summer is the Summer of Sarasota.
I encourage this, and not only because I may or may not be one of those people, but because this band is wicked cool.
