A Crick Uphill

Tracked bass on my song tonight. Mildly painful, I think we did something like a dozen punch-ins over the course of a 3:45 song, and that doesn’t include the takes we scratched. No one’s fault, I was drawing a blank in terms of basslines and Five Seventeen only made one up a few minutes before recording. It sounds… well, it’ll work as a guide. I will probably re-record it and make it a little less busy, but I’ve got something to start with now. Going to replace the ebow track I laid down last night with some slide.

Quote of the night, from Five Seventeen. “Lamb was my favorite meat because you could eat it after you fuck it”. Uggggh. I won’t even go near some of Brad’s jokes from the last few weeks. Lake Holiday – nothing is too taboo for us.

In more optimistic and less offensive news, our drummer woes *may* be solved, at least for now. A drummer with another band, The Electric Shoes, that Brad and Seventeen know, has expressed an interest in also playing with us. There’d have to be some scheduling to work out, but my time is totally flexible (obviously). Hopefully this’ll work out.

I’m 2/3 of the way through The New York Trilogy. Paul Auster is a masterful storyteller. I am going to have to dig up more of his stuff…

np – Galaxie 500 / The Portable Galaxie 500

And My Unit Moves

So the Leafs have sent Colaiacovo back down to the OHL and Pilar to St. John’s. Good! More playing time for Jyrki Lumme! No doubt Leaf scouts are beating the bushes in Europe looking for more washed up players to come to Toronto and not earn their keep. Feh.

Feeling titanically unmotivated today. In a bit of an overall funk, really. Can’t quite explain why. Actually, I probably can but I don’t think I’m going to.

np – Interpol / Turn On The Bright Lights

Don’t Forget The Flowers

It’s Rememberance Day and to my mild shame, I do not now nor have I in the past few weeks had a poppy on my coat. Unbelivable as it may seem, I haven’t come across a single poppy-selling veteran in my daily travels through the city. If I had, I surely would have bought one… I didn’t go and seek one out since I thought (wrongly it would seem) that it wouldn’t be hard at all to find one. I even briefly thought about picking one up on the floor of the subway station, but decided against it.

I do remember, though.

np – Yo La Tengo / Fakebook

A Plan Fiendishly Clever In Its Intricacy

This is the sort of thing that no one ever taught me to do in engineering school.

np – Ryan Adams / Demolition

Rain Parade

The city’s in the middle of one of the more impressive thunder and lightning storms in recent months. I can’t see the sky on account of the night and being indoors, but I can hear it. The lightning is steady enough that I question the wisdom of sitting on my computer in the midst of it all. I actually find the flash and crash very relaxing. The city needs a good dousing every now and again, it’ll be good and washed clean for the start of the week tomorrow. This’ll probably be the last thunderstorm of the year – after this, the skies will decide to just cover up that which it finds displeasing instead of trying to wash it away.

np – Guided By Voices / Bee Thousand