Posts tagged: musicas
The World is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die | Walnut Street is Dead (Long Live Walnut Street)
So thank you New England trees & the sidewalks of Walnut Street.
Gotye - Eyes Wide Open
The Flaming Lips - She Don’t Use Jelly
Cloudkicker - the word water
Let yourself be huge.
I like the marching quality to this song. So accessible.
Miike Snow - Black and Blue
Don’t bother to explain.
I was roped into playing bass for a hip hop band.
Interesting development. We practiced today, it wasn’t exactly awful.
Just…
Not great.
Except the part
where I was playing bass.
There was another flood at the studio due to our neglectful management company not heeding our warnings about the infiltration problems. They installed some weatherstripping under the doors but we’re not confident this is going to solve the problem. As a result, we are moving all of our equipment out on Sunday & bringing in some old favorites.
Sledgehammers, reciprocating saws, respirators, concrete, hammers & nails.
Everything of the sheet rock variety is getting knocked down. The closets are going away to be replaced with loft space, we’re going to raise the floor half a foot, & build a ramp from the door lined with ceramic tiles.
So if you have any design ideas for our blank canvas, please let me know. I’m open to wild suggestions. Hit me?
Trailer for Client-9.
Also, this song kicks ass.
Bicycle trouble. Cranks aren’t playing nice since the chainring was moved to the outside, the bottom bracket is grinding something awful. I fear they may need to be replaced. I have a rather expensive month on the agenda what with tuition & taking over the lease on this apartment but it is definitely time for a beater bike. Riding in the rain with the commie mobile sucks.
What am I up to? Renovations at the studio. We’ve got an investor on the hook for construction materials & some fellas interested in renting from us so things are looking up on that angle. I found a couple of female vocalists to assist in our musical shenanigans & teaching Kaelyn to sing (despite a pack of Marb reds a day) has gone relatively swimmingly. Prepare for a couple of palatable tracks soon that do not feature five or six iterations of me drinking scotch at five AM.
Renovations are in the works at home as well, expect to see the saga of Sam installing hardwood floors after negotiating with the management company. This faux pine laminate shit has got to go.
Oh, & if you’re looking for a vampire roommate in New Haven I have a cheap bedroom for you. Five hundred a month & I’m never home to interfere with your lifestyle. It’s a loft overlooking the river between Wooster Square & Fair Haven adjacent to Criscuolo Park. Spread the word, little ones.
We’ll be back after a brief intermission. Please, no smoking in the lobby.
Second iteration of:
Human Evac Project
Pinnochio!
Madly in love with a dead girl behind the spindles inside a loom. Her IV lines are tangled & me a suitor in beggar’s clothes. I threw my lot in with criminals (one with the blueprints, the rest in chains). We sprouted ears like a donkey & listened hard for you my dear.
Forgive what I have done in madness or in love. It’s all that I could do to keep them crows away.
I grappled over an idea: robotic natives, an oily march. Swung in the stirrups surrounded by painted faces & iron hearts. Awake at the end of an era… dug all my good friends a loamy tomb.. Our children will plant us an orchard. Instead of headstones a forest grew.
Human Evac Project - Pinocchio
I have the distinct pleasure of sharing with you one minute & four seconds of loudness. Do not attempt to adjust your speakers.
We’re in the middle of writing an album concerning the Industrial Revolution, specifically songs that celebrate workers of a new machine economy headed to their deaths in the hellfires of the factories. They are dirges for the underclass & the tones are incredibly miserable; stories of my ancestors & rotten teeth ballads twisted with half-tunes & grimy guitars.
I fully intend to make this record all but impossible to actually listen to, followed by an aggressive series of live performances aimed at punishing all you pandering bourgeois marketing slaves.
Lyrics(ish):
Madly in love with a dead girl
Behind the spindles
Inside a loom
Her IV lines
Are tangled
& me a suitor in beggar’s clothes
I threw my lot in with criminals
One with the blueprints
The rest in chains
We sprouted ears like a donkey
& listened hard for you my dear
I grappled over an idea
Robotic natives
An oily march
Swung in the stirrups
Surrounded
By painted faces
& iron hearts
Awake at the end of an era
Dug all my good friends
A loamy tomb
Our children will plant us an orchard
Instead of headstones
A forest grows
When someone mentions Rapture Day, I think of this song. I mean, nothing says party like clothes laying everywhere.
