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:: 3.30.2002 ::

Three hours or so into recording, the fog is starting to roll in, and the sun is starting to go down. Things are also beginning to sound good. We're playing most everything live, and then doing overdubs as needed, trying to get the drums and guitars down for every song before we have to vacate the area for the Monday morning workers. The space we're recording is our bass player's office, mainly a big open room inhabited by a functioning dot-com. When we're not playing there's a little scooter to ride around the floor, as well as video games on a huge TV. It's more of a playground than an office, and I'm enjoying every minute of it. More guitar tracks to do, wheee!

(6:08 PM) :: (link)

:: 3.29.2002 ::

(listening to: Elvis Costello: Spike)

I didn't mention this before, but my band is going into the studio all weekend to record 11 songs. I really like recording, so I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen the space yet, but it's somewhere in SOMA and I'll hopefully be wired up to some sort of internet connection as to update friends on how things are going as well as check hockey scores and waste lots of time while we do guitar take after guitar take after guitar take. Wish us luck.

(6:26 PM) :: (link)

(listening to: Aphex Twin: Richard D. James Album)

I was out for drinks with the Superfriends at some bar in downtown Oakland that overlooked the rest of the city. A few streets down there was a violent fire engulfing most of the buildings, there were little kids everywhere, escaping out of windows, down white metal fire escapes and onto the tops of other buildings. I saw a group of people somehow get up to the top of a pre-school and pry the burning roof off with their bare hands. They threw the roof to the streets below and it disintegrated into dust before it could land on someone. The little kids inside the preschool cheered and climbed up out of the building. I could see rows of books and buckets of toys on the floor, and I wondered if they'd all turn to ash.

All of us where sitting on the floor, watching something on the television. Nobody else seemed to care about the fire outside, the yuppies at the bar sipped martinis and asked the bartender to close the blinds so they wouldn't have to watch the buildings fall down, one after one.

(9:20 AM) :: (link)

:: 3.26.2002 ::

(listening to: R.E.M.: New Adventures In Hi-Fi)

Life, version 25.5: Load car with equipment, drive to practice space, unload car, play, load car, drive home, unload car, rest. Load car, drive to other practice space, unload car, practice, load car, drive home, unload car, rest. Lather, rinse repeat. Somehow with all the work and effort, I'm fucking happy.

(2:33 PM) :: (link)

:: 3.24.2002 ::

(listening to: Calexico: Even My Sure Things Fall Through)

MP3 of the week: My brother played Bola for me a couple years ago when we were driving to practice some songs ourselves, I had never heard anything like it. It's electronic, but it sounds natural and sweeping and close. The newest album, Fyuti, is already in my my top-ten of 2002 list. If you're one who receives mix CDs from me, you'll find "Pae Paoe" on many in the future. Hip hop/trip hop/IDM/electronica all coming together to sneak up on you from behind.

Time to watch the Hollywood blow jobs on television! Sloe gin + champagne = yum yum.

(6:34 PM) :: (link)