Saturday, March 17, 2007
Weekend with only a few fuckups |12:59 AM| Friday:
I had left my cellphone over at Chris's place at some point, which crippled me communications-wise. "Oh but there are pay phones, office phones, etc" right, but when you don't have anyone's phone number memorized, these other phones are just as worthless. Yes, yes, I'll start memorizing phone numbers.
Went downtown to watch some of the concerts that were peripheral to SXSW, but the bands we went out to see ended up cancelling on us. (I could not find a parking to save my goddamn life, even the "trick" space on the other side of the highway was filled. That's when I made the connection that the building that I've been using [thanks to a favor I performed ages ago] is goddamn 501 studios. Holy crap.]) Spent a long time at side bar, which is comfortable and does not play their music at ear piercing levels. One advantage (to me) of having a huge influx of people downtown is that they form a very fluid and mobile crowd. I really enjoy running at nearly full speed along/on sidewalks filled with people, seeing how long I can go without having to come to a full stop.
Bought horrible sausage from a street side vendor, whose advertising was being done by a (homeless?) guy with very few teeth. Toothless was very enthusiastic, and his cook was lucky I was so hungry. This reminded me that I must continue to prepare for the BBQ I'm throwing on this coming Saturday. I did track down the beer sausage recipe from Geekygrrl, it's a bit more simple than I expected:
1. Boil six pack of beer.
2. Soak sausages.
3. Put sausages on grill.
Cass was "workin'" the dude at (club name?'s) who had come down from Brooklyn to help with do it yourself bands. I tried to hit on the lead singer of that chick band but she was really busy loading up for a show in an hour. Cass was able to secure 95% of the band organizer's eye contact. "I win" she declared. Of course she did. I'd like a more even playing field next time.
Chris listed the issues the chick band had (Drummer has no confidence, is not setting his own beat, the lead singer has no presence, isn't comfortable up on stage, they need approximately 7000 hours more practice) and told me how John wanted me to mix for Naked Empire. John thinks I could do it, which is great, but I can't mix for shit right now. If I went and trained at a mixing board dojo under the tutelage of a bald man who beat me daily, then maybe, I could pull it off. I'd love to try to fake it again, long enough to learn, but I don't know if I have the time before they start to need to record.
That was friday. Editing time stamp to indicate.
Weekend with only a few fuckups |12:59 AM| Friday:
I had left my cellphone over at Chris's place at some point, which crippled me communications-wise. "Oh but there are pay phones, office phones, etc" right, but when you don't have anyone's phone number memorized, these other phones are just as worthless. Yes, yes, I'll start memorizing phone numbers.
Went downtown to watch some of the concerts that were peripheral to SXSW, but the bands we went out to see ended up cancelling on us. (I could not find a parking to save my goddamn life, even the "trick" space on the other side of the highway was filled. That's when I made the connection that the building that I've been using [thanks to a favor I performed ages ago] is goddamn 501 studios. Holy crap.]) Spent a long time at side bar, which is comfortable and does not play their music at ear piercing levels. One advantage (to me) of having a huge influx of people downtown is that they form a very fluid and mobile crowd. I really enjoy running at nearly full speed along/on sidewalks filled with people, seeing how long I can go without having to come to a full stop.
Bought horrible sausage from a street side vendor, whose advertising was being done by a (homeless?) guy with very few teeth. Toothless was very enthusiastic, and his cook was lucky I was so hungry. This reminded me that I must continue to prepare for the BBQ I'm throwing on this coming Saturday. I did track down the beer sausage recipe from Geekygrrl, it's a bit more simple than I expected:
1. Boil six pack of beer.
2. Soak sausages.
3. Put sausages on grill.
Cass was "workin'" the dude at (club name?'s) who had come down from Brooklyn to help with do it yourself bands. I tried to hit on the lead singer of that chick band but she was really busy loading up for a show in an hour. Cass was able to secure 95% of the band organizer's eye contact. "I win" she declared. Of course she did. I'd like a more even playing field next time.
Chris listed the issues the chick band had (Drummer has no confidence, is not setting his own beat, the lead singer has no presence, isn't comfortable up on stage, they need approximately 7000 hours more practice) and told me how John wanted me to mix for Naked Empire. John thinks I could do it, which is great, but I can't mix for shit right now. If I went and trained at a mixing board dojo under the tutelage of a bald man who beat me daily, then maybe, I could pull it off. I'd love to try to fake it again, long enough to learn, but I don't know if I have the time before they start to need to record.
That was friday. Editing time stamp to indicate.
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