Thought you'd like to see a short comment from a recording studio owner re FNV's "Pushing On The Pull Door", which I sent to him the other day. His name is Guy Parker, lives in suburban NYC, and owns/operates a recording studio called "Watersign Creative" http://www.watersigncreative.com ( Read more... )

On my way back from Arcata today, I was coming down Hwy 101 just north of Garberville, when two blacktail bucks came tumbling down the hillside on to the shoulder of the road, right in front of me. They were were antler-locked, and struggled to get up. They had a bunch of tall grass stuck in their antlers. I was going too fast to stop, but I ( Read more... )

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Ganonymous played last Sunday afternoon at the Impossible Acres Pumpkin Patch.

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My buddies Clyde and Charlie and I make up a little Irish Trad three piece called Ganonymous. Okay, it's not an overly-clever play on words, but Clyde liked the concept of a band name based on the default handle of every unnamed Irish trad tune: "gan ainm". I was dense enough not to realize the root of the Gaelic is entirely similar to the ( Read more... )

I laid in bed last night unable to power down long enough to lose inertia. I had what seemed to be one of those acid flashbacks they always used to warn us about. When's the last time I took LSD? Probably 26 years ago. But there it was. The neighborhood husky bayed at nothing in particular, some gargoyle embroiled in its own concupiscence. I ( Read more... )

Got together with my two trad-playing buddies last night. We do a "Slow-Player" thing, working on our simple Irish tunes. I'm the mando, Clyde's the flute, Charlie's the gtr. Clyde's the most skilled musically, can sight-read cold and at speed anything you put in front of him. Charlie's got the hand-made McCullough guitar, and a nice sense for ( Read more... )

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The little missus and I got home from work tonight, feeling like we barely survived the day. Made a crash landing at El Patio, took the girl chile to her friend's bungalow, crawled home again and cracked open a bottle Fetzer Sauvignon Blanc. Clink, na zdrowie, slainte, etc ( Read more... )

So the little missus and I got a hankering to do something different with the domecile...I became the Demolition Man. Out with the old shade structure! Death to the trumpet vine!

( See Demolition Man in action!!! )