Thanks to my friend E for tossing this into my stream of information. Two drummers, heavy riffs, tuned LOW...Dig it. I especially enjoy tracks 1 and 4.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Isn't It Amazing?
like it's 1987...in Nebraska.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
An Elvis Moment
Thursday, March 5, 2009
As Seen On TV!
(25 pound cat sold separately.)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Currents (books)
Just Finished: Secret And Suppressed - Banned Ideas and Hidden History into the 21st Century.
In The Middle Of: Portraits And Observations (Truman Capote), Stuff White People Like (Christian Lander), and Drink Play Fuck (Andrew Gottlieb).
On Deck: World War Z (Max Brooks), Love All The People (Bill Hicks), Conspiracy (Charlotte Greig), and When Will Jesus Bring The Pork Chops? (George Carlin).
Go into the light until we meet again/That's what the Korinians said again and again/Knowledge is power!
In The Middle Of: Portraits And Observations (Truman Capote), Stuff White People Like (Christian Lander), and Drink Play Fuck (Andrew Gottlieb).
On Deck: World War Z (Max Brooks), Love All The People (Bill Hicks), Conspiracy (Charlotte Greig), and When Will Jesus Bring The Pork Chops? (George Carlin).
Go into the light until we meet again/That's what the Korinians said again and again/Knowledge is power!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Currents (Music)
Downloaded/Listening To:
Les Claypool's Discography - (Blind Illusion, Primus, Sausage, Holy Mackerel, Bucket Of Bernie Brains, Oysterhead, Flying Frog Brigade, etc...) The names go on forever, which is weird because anything the guy puts his voice to makes me think of Primus regardless...so it was nice to find out he finally released a solo album under the simple title of "Les Claypool". I once was lucky enough to hang out and get stoned to the bejesus-belt with Les and Tom Araya (Slayer) in San Fransisco. I swear to fucking god all he did was talk about fishing. I was so starstruck (and stoned) all I could do was nod my head and listen. It was awesome.
The Police's first 4 albums - I teach at the Eden Prairie Minnesota School Of Rock, and there's a "Best Of Season" show coming up at the end of January where all of the teachers perform selections from the upcoming semester. I'm playing guitar on, among others, "Can't Stand Losing You" from their "Outlandos d'Amour" album. I always thought Andy Summers was an out-of-tune bastard and a pretty sloppy live player. Don't get me wrong...I've dug The Police since I was 10 or 11, but I definitely have a new ear for his playing. On the song I'm covering, he does this trick called "Harp Harmonics" that is a bitch to do properly. But I will prevail; or at the very least be in tune.
Patton Oswalt's "Werewolves and Lollipops" - On Kentucky Fried Chicken's Famous Bowl: "A failure pile in a sadness bowl." Do I really need to say anything else?
The Doors "Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine" - I'm not usually one for compilations, but I have a hard time sitting through an entire record by The Doors. This one is perfect for me. (Little known fact: I was an extra in Oliver Stone's "The Doors" for the infamous 1969 Miami gig where Jim was arrested for purportedly exposing himself.)
Does It Offend You, Yeah? "You Have No Idea What You're Getting Into" - Well, I read this: "An obnoxious, dizzying, perfectly of-the-moment blend of Daft Punk, Justice and Rage Against the Machine." I'd add that they use gigantic, fat, distorted synths that sound like horny, 800 pound bumblebees. Always a selling point.
Les Claypool's Discography - (Blind Illusion, Primus, Sausage, Holy Mackerel, Bucket Of Bernie Brains, Oysterhead, Flying Frog Brigade, etc...) The names go on forever, which is weird because anything the guy puts his voice to makes me think of Primus regardless...so it was nice to find out he finally released a solo album under the simple title of "Les Claypool". I once was lucky enough to hang out and get stoned to the bejesus-belt with Les and Tom Araya (Slayer) in San Fransisco. I swear to fucking god all he did was talk about fishing. I was so starstruck (and stoned) all I could do was nod my head and listen. It was awesome.
The Police's first 4 albums - I teach at the Eden Prairie Minnesota School Of Rock, and there's a "Best Of Season" show coming up at the end of January where all of the teachers perform selections from the upcoming semester. I'm playing guitar on, among others, "Can't Stand Losing You" from their "Outlandos d'Amour" album. I always thought Andy Summers was an out-of-tune bastard and a pretty sloppy live player. Don't get me wrong...I've dug The Police since I was 10 or 11, but I definitely have a new ear for his playing. On the song I'm covering, he does this trick called "Harp Harmonics" that is a bitch to do properly. But I will prevail; or at the very least be in tune.
Patton Oswalt's "Werewolves and Lollipops" - On Kentucky Fried Chicken's Famous Bowl: "A failure pile in a sadness bowl." Do I really need to say anything else?
The Doors "Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine" - I'm not usually one for compilations, but I have a hard time sitting through an entire record by The Doors. This one is perfect for me. (Little known fact: I was an extra in Oliver Stone's "The Doors" for the infamous 1969 Miami gig where Jim was arrested for purportedly exposing himself.)
Does It Offend You, Yeah? "You Have No Idea What You're Getting Into" - Well, I read this: "An obnoxious, dizzying, perfectly of-the-moment blend of Daft Punk, Justice and Rage Against the Machine." I'd add that they use gigantic, fat, distorted synths that sound like horny, 800 pound bumblebees. Always a selling point.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Engrish Fail
A friend of mine inadvertently turned me onto Failblog.org about a month ago, so when we were out shopping in L.A. a couple of weeks ago, I snapped this shot (which was rather difficult since the "FAIL" was flashing). I tossed my caption on it and submitted it, but haven't seen it posted on their site yet, so I thought I'd share it with ya'll...
Another solidly amusing site is Engrish.com. I urge you to check them both out.
Another solidly amusing site is Engrish.com. I urge you to check them both out.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Jesus...really?!?!?
reprehensible, eye-melting fashion back. I can't believe this store
actually sold my band's merchandise. I feel dirty.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Things I Did Today
-Made the bed.
-Ate a piece of pizza from last night.
-Fixed all of the fucked up ID tags in my iPod. This took over an hour, and is the result of blindly throwing albums into my iPod and not making sure that the little retard bastard child that uploaded the torrent did his job correctly.
-Looked at 32 pages of Bettie Page (RIP), and was astounded by how out-of-control vaginal foliage can get when not properly monitored.
-Dusted the house with my new Pledge duster, vacuumed the corners of the first floor, and cleaned the cat hair and dust from the intake vents of this insane air-purifier we have. I smoke, a lot, and our house pretty much never smells like smoke. My mom even said so.
-Took everything out to clean my Taurus 1911 .45, then realized I had forgotten to get cleaning patches last time I was at the range.
-Drank 12 cups of coffee.
-Converted Soundgarden's catalog from .flac to .mp3.
-Restarted my computer twice, because it now likes to shut off completely randomly. This is keeping me from remixing a new demo so I can send it to my singer, as well as keeping me from starting the other 3 songs I have to work on. Grr.
-Watched some porn (and you expected anything less?).
And here's a little pic from Thanksgiving. Since we went to a friend's house to eat, we had no leftovers. But what do you do when you get that hankerin' for turkey and gravy? Where do you get a fucking turkey dinner at 10pm on Thanksgiving...in Minneapolis?!?!?
Perkins, bitch.
-Ate a piece of pizza from last night.
-Fixed all of the fucked up ID tags in my iPod. This took over an hour, and is the result of blindly throwing albums into my iPod and not making sure that the little retard bastard child that uploaded the torrent did his job correctly.
-Looked at 32 pages of Bettie Page (RIP), and was astounded by how out-of-control vaginal foliage can get when not properly monitored.
-Dusted the house with my new Pledge duster, vacuumed the corners of the first floor, and cleaned the cat hair and dust from the intake vents of this insane air-purifier we have. I smoke, a lot, and our house pretty much never smells like smoke. My mom even said so.
-Took everything out to clean my Taurus 1911 .45, then realized I had forgotten to get cleaning patches last time I was at the range.
-Drank 12 cups of coffee.
-Converted Soundgarden's catalog from .flac to .mp3.
-Restarted my computer twice, because it now likes to shut off completely randomly. This is keeping me from remixing a new demo so I can send it to my singer, as well as keeping me from starting the other 3 songs I have to work on. Grr.
-Watched some porn (and you expected anything less?).
And here's a little pic from Thanksgiving. Since we went to a friend's house to eat, we had no leftovers. But what do you do when you get that hankerin' for turkey and gravy? Where do you get a fucking turkey dinner at 10pm on Thanksgiving...in Minneapolis?!?!?
Perkins, bitch.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Firestarter
If you're a smoker, and you've noticed that your cigarettes suddenly started tasting funny and burning strangely; that your chest feels tighter than normal and maybe you've been getting sick more often, then you my friend have probably been recently, and more importantly, UNKNOWINGLY inhaling "FSC's", or "Fire Safe Cigarettes".
I just signed an online petition here with this to say:
"Cancer is one thing, but I'd like a warning shot if there's a possibility of any chemicals in your new FSC's causing something like, oh, I don't know, my future children to be born with their lungs on the outside of their bodies.
Way to be upfront.
Fascists."
Apparently, there's quite a bit of corporate misdirection (No!) regarding exactly how these cigarettes extinguish themselves. There's also a shitload of people complaining about newly acquired upper respiratory problems.
From Citizens Against Fire Safe Cigarettes:
"If you read the Petition against fire safe cigarettes, there is a reference that the Harvard School of Health tested Regular and FSC cigarettes from Marlboro Light. The test results were different and showed significantly more chemicals : 13.9% more Naphthalene (a pesticide) and 11.4% more carbon monoxide. These are the top two, there are 3 or 4 more that showed moderate increase. If all Tobacco Companies are only using different paper and speed bumps, why where there significant increases in chemicals? Because they added more chemicals to the FSC cigarette. Every smoker I have talked to who has used FSC say they can TASTE A CHEMICAL. The FSC standard (The NFPA calls them Fire Safe Cigarettes, State legislators call it typically Fire Standards Compliant), calls the Cigarette Company to only meet the physical performance spec. How they do it is not concern to the State!!! The PA HB1612 makes no mention of NOT using more harmful chemicals, just meet the performance spec, no full burn, and speed bumps. This means that Cigarette companies may use whatever means they want to make the cigarettes go out, including increasing harmful chemicals to the toxic level; levels that cause severe problems."
So,I dunno...I love smoking. I unfortunately truly enjoy it. And I fucking hate these cigarettes for the same reasons millions of other smokers seem to. But that's not really what's important. What's important is that The United States Government chose to, A) consciously add even more highly toxic chemicals to a highly taxed national product WITHOUT ANY TESTING, and B) that they did so WITHOUT A FUCKING PEEP to the public.
I don't know about you, but that's just one more reason to keep buying guns and wait for the Eventual Collapse.
"Fucking fascists." -Walter Sobchek
I just signed an online petition here with this to say:
"Cancer is one thing, but I'd like a warning shot if there's a possibility of any chemicals in your new FSC's causing something like, oh, I don't know, my future children to be born with their lungs on the outside of their bodies.
Way to be upfront.
Fascists."
Apparently, there's quite a bit of corporate misdirection (No!) regarding exactly how these cigarettes extinguish themselves. There's also a shitload of people complaining about newly acquired upper respiratory problems.
From Citizens Against Fire Safe Cigarettes:
"If you read the Petition against fire safe cigarettes, there is a reference that the Harvard School of Health tested Regular and FSC cigarettes from Marlboro Light. The test results were different and showed significantly more chemicals : 13.9% more Naphthalene (a pesticide) and 11.4% more carbon monoxide. These are the top two, there are 3 or 4 more that showed moderate increase. If all Tobacco Companies are only using different paper and speed bumps, why where there significant increases in chemicals? Because they added more chemicals to the FSC cigarette. Every smoker I have talked to who has used FSC say they can TASTE A CHEMICAL. The FSC standard (The NFPA calls them Fire Safe Cigarettes, State legislators call it typically Fire Standards Compliant), calls the Cigarette Company to only meet the physical performance spec. How they do it is not concern to the State!!! The PA HB1612 makes no mention of NOT using more harmful chemicals, just meet the performance spec, no full burn, and speed bumps. This means that Cigarette companies may use whatever means they want to make the cigarettes go out, including increasing harmful chemicals to the toxic level; levels that cause severe problems."
So,I dunno...I love smoking. I unfortunately truly enjoy it. And I fucking hate these cigarettes for the same reasons millions of other smokers seem to. But that's not really what's important. What's important is that The United States Government chose to, A) consciously add even more highly toxic chemicals to a highly taxed national product WITHOUT ANY TESTING, and B) that they did so WITHOUT A FUCKING PEEP to the public.
I don't know about you, but that's just one more reason to keep buying guns and wait for the Eventual Collapse.
"Fucking fascists." -Walter Sobchek
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
More Lists
Recent Downloads:
-Bad Brains: Discography
-Men At Work: Business As Usual
-Cab Calloway: Various (1932)
-Lard: Discography
-Supertramp: Breakfast In America
-Ratt: Invasion Of Your Privacy
-Queensryche: The Warning
-The Cure: Discography (and then some!)
-Holy Fuck EP
-The Breeders: Last Splash
-David Lee Roth: Skyscraper (which time has not been kind to...)
...and as much as I hate to admit it, (gulp) Van Halen's "5150". In academic circles, I am what they refer to as a "Roth Purist". When I was a kid I didn't really care that much. If Eddie was playing in a band with the yodeling toothless meth head that lived behind the 7-11 next to his mansion, I didn't give a shit. I owned and listened to 5150, OU812, etc, non-stop, because Eddie was my God, and if science would have allowed it, I would have anally birthed his children. As I got older though, and began to listen to music as a whole rather than just focusing on guitarists, I realized that I kept returning to VH's first six albums...all with our good friend David Lee Roth at the helm. I also realized that I hated Sammy Hagar's whiny douche voice.
But a friend of mine and I got to talking about the mighty Van Halen last week, and I got all nostalgic and downloaded "5150" from Demonoid. I still haven't listened to it. As stupid as it sounds, I feel like I might be disrespecting the Rock Gods if I go ahead and give it a spin. I'll also feel like a sellout. And a douche. Douche by proxy.
Maybe one time wouldn't hurt. Just don't tell anybody.
-Bad Brains: Discography
-Men At Work: Business As Usual
-Cab Calloway: Various (1932)
-Lard: Discography
-Supertramp: Breakfast In America
-Ratt: Invasion Of Your Privacy
-Queensryche: The Warning
-The Cure: Discography (and then some!)
-Holy Fuck EP
-The Breeders: Last Splash
-David Lee Roth: Skyscraper (which time has not been kind to...)
...and as much as I hate to admit it, (gulp) Van Halen's "5150". In academic circles, I am what they refer to as a "Roth Purist". When I was a kid I didn't really care that much. If Eddie was playing in a band with the yodeling toothless meth head that lived behind the 7-11 next to his mansion, I didn't give a shit. I owned and listened to 5150, OU812, etc, non-stop, because Eddie was my God, and if science would have allowed it, I would have anally birthed his children. As I got older though, and began to listen to music as a whole rather than just focusing on guitarists, I realized that I kept returning to VH's first six albums...all with our good friend David Lee Roth at the helm. I also realized that I hated Sammy Hagar's whiny douche voice.
But a friend of mine and I got to talking about the mighty Van Halen last week, and I got all nostalgic and downloaded "5150" from Demonoid. I still haven't listened to it. As stupid as it sounds, I feel like I might be disrespecting the Rock Gods if I go ahead and give it a spin. I'll also feel like a sellout. And a douche. Douche by proxy.
Maybe one time wouldn't hurt. Just don't tell anybody.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Alright...I'm Back.
Yeah, I know...I hear your plaintive catcalls...it's been a couple of weeks. Sue me.
I wasn't back from Los Angeles 24 hours when I began to feel sick. I haven't had a cold in at least the last year and half, so it actually kind of surprised me. Then again, it didn't; planes and airports are probably just as bad as hospitals regarding germs per square-inch...fucking breeding grounds for the little bastards. And this one was a solid stay-in-the-house-for-seven-days affair. My brother said everyone at his place of work was sick, everyone at my girl's place of work was sick, yadda yadda yadda. Chalk another marker in the "Cons" section under the heading "Reasons To Stay Away From People You Don't Know".
And so my week of sickness bled into, invariably, my girl becoming sick for a week. Which (and the misery stops here) bled into my mother, sister, and brand-spanking-new niece Presley coming to visit. They were originally to stay with me for four days and then with my brother for four days, but since my girl was still sicked-out, they ended up taking root over at my bro's.
We did the (sarcasm alert) usual litany of things you do when someone visits you in Minneapolis; eat out every day and go to the Mall of America. And they got lucky. The weather gods took mercy on my Californian loved ones and we even got to barbecue a ridiculous amount of food and eat it out on the deck one night.
Anyway, it was great to see them again in such quick succession. It was the first time they have come to visit me in Minneapolis since I moved here in 1996. Long overdue, but I can't complain. I haven't always been in such great shape, mentally and chemically, over the years. Things happen when they should happen I suppose.
So there's my excuse for being incommunicado.
On other fronts, I am now teaching guitar at The School Of Rock, in Eden Prairie, Minnesota. Daryll Hurst, the head engineer over at Winterland Studios where I'm working with the band Wrecking Day, sent me an email tipping me off that they needed a guitar teacher. Two days and one interview later I had the gig. I just had my first two students this past Monday. A precocious 6-year-old (!) named Chase, and a surly 16-year-old named Colin. I guess I did pretty well, because they called me later that evening, and asked if I could substitute for another teacher the next day, which I gladly did. They've got a really cool program over there; it definitely goes beyond just lessons and into creating a set list, rehearsing with your "band", and playing a show. The fall shows are at Trocaderos in downtown Minneapolis on January 17th and 18th. I'm really looking forward to seeing my students hard work put into practice.
A'ight. I'm 5000.
I wasn't back from Los Angeles 24 hours when I began to feel sick. I haven't had a cold in at least the last year and half, so it actually kind of surprised me. Then again, it didn't; planes and airports are probably just as bad as hospitals regarding germs per square-inch...fucking breeding grounds for the little bastards. And this one was a solid stay-in-the-house-for-seven-days affair. My brother said everyone at his place of work was sick, everyone at my girl's place of work was sick, yadda yadda yadda. Chalk another marker in the "Cons" section under the heading "Reasons To Stay Away From People You Don't Know".
And so my week of sickness bled into, invariably, my girl becoming sick for a week. Which (and the misery stops here) bled into my mother, sister, and brand-spanking-new niece Presley coming to visit. They were originally to stay with me for four days and then with my brother for four days, but since my girl was still sicked-out, they ended up taking root over at my bro's.
We did the (sarcasm alert) usual litany of things you do when someone visits you in Minneapolis; eat out every day and go to the Mall of America. And they got lucky. The weather gods took mercy on my Californian loved ones and we even got to barbecue a ridiculous amount of food and eat it out on the deck one night.
Anyway, it was great to see them again in such quick succession. It was the first time they have come to visit me in Minneapolis since I moved here in 1996. Long overdue, but I can't complain. I haven't always been in such great shape, mentally and chemically, over the years. Things happen when they should happen I suppose.
So there's my excuse for being incommunicado.
On other fronts, I am now teaching guitar at The School Of Rock, in Eden Prairie, Minnesota. Daryll Hurst, the head engineer over at Winterland Studios where I'm working with the band Wrecking Day, sent me an email tipping me off that they needed a guitar teacher. Two days and one interview later I had the gig. I just had my first two students this past Monday. A precocious 6-year-old (!) named Chase, and a surly 16-year-old named Colin. I guess I did pretty well, because they called me later that evening, and asked if I could substitute for another teacher the next day, which I gladly did. They've got a really cool program over there; it definitely goes beyond just lessons and into creating a set list, rehearsing with your "band", and playing a show. The fall shows are at Trocaderos in downtown Minneapolis on January 17th and 18th. I'm really looking forward to seeing my students hard work put into practice.
A'ight. I'm 5000.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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