several weeks ago i went out on the town. to see a band, namely the mess hall. they were the support act for wolfmother. to this day i still fail to see the big attraction that wolfmother holds. they sound exactly like black sabbath and led zepplin. not to say they were "bad" it's just i can't see what all the fuss is about. they probably don't ( Read more... )

i had been watching the pumkin's grow ever since i deliberatly threw a handful of seeds into the garden a few months ago ( Read more... )

the drums have been tracked. about 8 songs in total, all with a 3-take-or-less rule. there will probably only be 4 finished songs on the disk ( Read more... )

again, another strange few weeks ( Read more... )

a strange wind's ( Read more... )

i know, i'm rambling already, but there is something magic about the sound of vinyl. especially good quality plastic, with a fresh stylus on a quality record player ( Read more... )

THURSDAY ( Read more... )

last week, our band hit the mile-stone of being able to play one home-made song, flawlessly, and in full, from start to finish, with out stopping to negotiate who plays what part and for how long ( Read more... )

a few months ago a friend of a relative caught wind that i was doing sound recording type stuff. turns out she's an opera singer (although she has won two aria awards, and performed in several countries around the planet, is about to get a job as a check-out chick so she can buy her 10 year old son a gameboy for christmas). we spoke of doing a ( Read more... )

It's 6am. I went to bed at 3. i'm awake following the most disturbing dream i've ever had. i blame that fucking filet-o-fish.

i've never killed anyone in a dream before. but this fucker deserved it.