If youtube existed 30 years ago and you typed in "up the hill backwards" you'd get this:
Today:
We're working as hard as we can. We got a new band room and we're in it finalizing the writing for our new record. Some songs are 5 years old, some are 5 minutes old. Some songs have had upwards of 11 versions. All of the songs make us very happy and we can't wait for you to hear them. I think when it's done I will feel similar to when Jessica McClure surfaced alive.
I just scored Songs in the key of life for a buck at goodwill. So if you only have a dollar in your wallet that's fine. All is prosperous on the western front.
I had to make a bunch of bacon for this thing, short story. Anyways it was not to be eaten, it was a prop of sorts. I ended up procrastinating and made it at 5:30am right after a frantic shower. There I was standing in my kitchen in my undies with literally 8 plates of bacon on my kitchen table plus this weirdo diy cigarette kit that I have going and there's tobacco everywhere and I look crazy cause i've been up all night and because i am with born on the usa spinning on my turntable and I look up to see my neighbor smoking a cigarette on his front porch. He got to see this whole scene, at 5:30am. I started to feel awkward and immediately realized it wasn't necessary. This guy got to say to himself, "i just saw that, that was real, that really just happened". I laughed a lot for the next hour.
I got a new amp and I love her.
The record is coming along slow and steady. "You can't rush art, baby" Been spending some time doing re-writes on some tunes that fell to the wayside and they're sounding awesome. Here's the current chewbacca list:
Don't Go Eddie Later Fairfield Transfer Go For It Hearts Still Beat Away I Said I'd Start a Revolution Ripley Forsaithe Who Wants Breakfast? Goodnight Jimmy Lee Toeing The Line Pistol Record Players In Every Room Hornet We Sent a Limousine Twinkle Mary and Bobby Goodbye Addie Terrible One Mark's Monologues Red Jacket Call to Arms My Aim is True Textbook Answers Pacifier
It seems like no matter what we do there's 22 songs. We kill a few then one comes back and then we remember another one and work on that, then we blend 2 together, etc, etc, etc.
Edge of Darkness starring Mel "The Holocaust Never Happened" Gibson was fucking badass. If you're into popcorn flicks that allow you to shut off your brain for 2 hours, this is the jam. They should have called it, "My Daughter Was Murdered, I'm From Boston, and I'm Very Very Upset About It". Mel's still got it, and by that I mean the ability to be both racist and badass on camera. If you liked the movie "Taken" you will like this one. Why am I reviewing a movie right now?
Anyways music, the reason life is cool. Right right. I'm gonna go make some.
I watched the first half of the movie "Moon" last night. I feel like that guy. I've been locked away in my apartment writing and recording and obsessing and second guessing and drinking los angeles tap water courtesy of the brita. Why are we so concerned with drinking clean water? God could tinkle a germ-less, crystal clear stream right into our mouths and we'd still get annoyed over safe drivers and taxes. I want brita to make a filter for the radio and self doubt. If they won't I will. I mean what if I hadn't been at Abe's house the day MTV premiered the Basket Case video by green day? I didn't have cable so I could have missed it. I wouldn't have walked home with the same pep. I wouldn't have walked into my room that day to retrieve the dusty guitar under my bed that I had given up on because 2 guitar lessons made me want to do math homework. If I was 11 years old at Abe's today I'd be forced to watch an episode of Jersey Shore and I could be on my way to an orange skinned creatine date rape nerd punch nightmare backstage at a nickelback concert listening to techno passed out in a bathroom mumbling fragments from some demented catholic prayer and drinking the cleanest water that's ever existed.
We went into the studio to track drums for 10 of the 22 or so songs left in the rudy cant fail bin. We'll do the rest in a few weeks and see where we're at with proper demos. I've grown fond of the 10 song record over the years but this meat factory might need a thicker floor for your love. I'd kill to have it be a double album but unfortunately we're not distributing tanning lotion, bibles, or a device that makes water transparent.
Sorry about the swearing. Must be something in the brita
It's a sad day friends. Jay Reatard passed away in his sleep last night. His real name was Jimmy Lee Lyndsey Jr and he was an amazing musician from Memphis that I really admired and respected. He was only 29. I spent today writing and recording this for him. I feel a little better. Rest in peace reatard.
Goodnight Jimmy Lee
Goodnight Jimmy Lee
first time heard you felt like I heard me. My Mom called said im in the magazines thinking how the hell did he beat me. now he’s gone and I’m no Jimmy Lee
Goodnight Jimmy Lee
met you twice you kind of seemed mean. but I’d punch dudes who mess with my machines stayed up all night the night that you dreamed. I’m not missing Hammer but I know now what you mean
Goodnight Jimmy Lee
I love fucked up chords and melodies. Phoned in drumming helps my self esteem hope they’re rioting in Tennessee. Set this sweaty bloody reatard free
