magical thinking

The End

2009-08-11T13:15:00.000-07:00

In the tradition of the great Fluxus artists, Yoko Ono, John Cage, Terry Riley, George Brecht... I must move on to something else, oh and blogging is gay. It's not quite as gay as surfing or surfers, but it's up there.

While beards, flannels, and Rainbow Sandals are mellow, they won't actually make you mellow. They're just cozy, comfort clothes that keep ladies from seeing our averaged-sized peni. You can own every color Zig-Zag (actually called winos) shoe known to man, work for Vice (biggest jock bullies ever), be friends with Thomas Campbell, wear cut-off levi for surf trunks, scribble on your board, have a "rock band", but deep down inside you're still standing around the quad throwing shit at the less-cool kids and hoping daddy will love you. Go buy that Volcom hat you've been secretly eyeing, turn up the bill and spray a kook, like you know you've been dying to. It's natural, it's what you we destined to do. This Mollusk, Malloy, fixed-gear charade has got to be killing you. Scream faggot, it's okay, you were born for this. This applies to all action sports fanatics; surfers, skater, and snowboarder -- rollerbladers you're alright with me, roll on...

In closing, I would like to thank all the creeps who think they're not jocks because a well meaning friend made them listen to Morrissey, Magnetic Fields, and a couple of other legitimately, gay in a good way bands, for ruining my renewed interest in surfing. Cigars are just cigars and you my friends are jocks if there ever were one's. Californian rednecks from Malibu to Imperial Beach. There have alway been a few misfits like George Greenough but it's always been a macho man's game. If you want to really honest with yourself Mickey Dora was a piece of shit for certain...

In this archive there is a little beauty but mostly pain. It was an act of futility, an attempt for me to recapture the spirit of California in 1979. Perhaps it's still possible to catch that vibe somewhere further down the line. Oregon?

It's the players, not the game. The game is too beautiful for words.

The End.

Fish On The Brain

2009-01-01T20:27:00.000-08:00

I guess I've been staring too long at the myriad twin fin and quad fish available right now. Not that It would be financially wise to purchase another board right now but man cannot live on hull and log alone. Here are the front runners.

Yes it's been 3 months since I last blogged

2008-12-30T21:01:00.000-08:00

I offer no excuses. In the words of the great poet warrior Jeff Spicoli, "I just couldn't make it". I've been grinding the gears instead of shifting them, alas, I shall return.

Rock Of '81

2008-09-19T15:53:00.000-07:00

Strange year, my head's still spinning... So much from '81, maybe my new blog. It's interesting to note that Leonard Cohen did not release an album this year, and conversly Bob Dylan released his 21st studio album, Shot of Love. Not my favorite but I do love Heart of Mine.

Billy Squier - In The Dark

Devo - Gates of Steel

Cheap Trick - She's Tight

Phil Seymour - Precious To Me

David Bowie - Boys Keep Swingin'

F.R. David - Words

Abba - Supertrouper

Echo and the Bunnymen - Heads Will Roll

Kraftwerk - Computerworld

Air Supply - Making Love Out Of Nothing At All

Van Halen - Unchained

Hall and Oates - Kiss On My List

Genesis - No Reply At All

The Jam - Absolute Beginners

The Dream Syndicate - Tell Me When It's Over ( more like '82)

Sandinista

2008-09-19T13:20:00.000-07:00

A young actress/singer once comment "you rant and curse...". Yes, this is absolutely correct. Isn't it time to rant and curse? Polite liberality fails to muster any sincere outrage, effect, or revolution. There's nothing scary about Liberals. We are no threat to anything -- perhaps the closure of the local Starbucks or Barnes & Nobles would send us into the streets. I am hostile about the state of politics, religion, the economy, censorship, and bad art. The right-wing nut jobs who shoot doctors would be less apt to do so if we shot back. Buy a gun, learn to use it, customize it with beautiful colored drawings, keep it under your bed, blog about it -- then we'll see which party's suddenly for gun control. Arm the Liberals, start eating at Outback Steakhouse (demand tempeh or meat substitute), drive a big truck (bio fuel), show your tits, get into the WWF, shop at Costco, audition for a reality show TV!!! Let's invade the malls. Do some donuts on your neighbors lawn (with your fixed gear or women's 3-speed). Lets get agro too, but in a cool way.

So, to the NRA supporters (read christians) who will paraphrase and miss quote Thomas Jefferson's thoughts on the revolutionary war, the Boston Massacre, raising an armed militia to defend the country from a tyrannical, insane monarch, and the 2nd amendment at the drop of a hat, it's my turn;

"I do not find in orthodox Christianity one redeeming feature" -- Thomas Jefferson

And to my Liberal brethren I say; stop complaining and go vote you pussies. You want a new iPhone because your old one is crummy and your temp job doesn't pay enough? Too broke to buy tickets for Cat Power? Teeth hurt? Doctor bills? Amazon stock tanking? Volvo need a new set of Pirellis? Vote Vote Vote

Belle and Sebastian - Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie

No Quarter

2008-09-14T23:21:00.001-07:00

I saw this around the corner from my house yesterday. ever draw this on a Pee-Chee folder?

I Aim That Bike At The Fat Pothole Beyond That Underpass

2008-09-13T16:39:00.000-07:00

Strangely, I keep acquiring pictures of this man texting, or what have you. It's similar to those people whose have houses that leak goo out of the walls or ceilings in the shape of Jesus or Mary. Well, every time I import photos from my iPhone I seem to have a couple shots of this mysterious, young man and his iPhone -- I even found one on the interweb today??

I got a series of haircut's the other day, two of them were bad, one was good. Stacey and Conor thought a few snap shots were in order, I did not, but was up for a laugh in the end. I think I look like Conor's intellectually disabled friend, or perhaps he's my volunteer "big brother".

my hero

2008-09-09T23:01:00.000-07:00

this guy is amazing. If I could finger pick like him I would annoy everyone by bringing my guitar to every event I ever went to. I would unabashedly play folk songs at people with utter precision. No longer would anyone dare to break out an acoustic guitar in my presence and meander through a shoddy cover of "Wild Horses" or "Hard Luck Woman". In fact people would probably hide their acoustics weeks before I'd even entered their home. I'm an a lazy, un-focused American -- this guy proves it.

The Fairest of The Seasons - Nico

The Is How It Feels - Inspiral Carpets

New York Telephone Conversation - Lou Reed

The Cello Song - Nick Drake

2008-09-08T15:20:00.000-07:00

Here's a few amazing Velvet Underground related videos I found recently. If you enjoy finding this stuff as much as I do, I recommend getting Apple TV as I did last week. It's really fantastic to watch this stuff on a wide screen TV -- it actually looks pretty good blown up. I have been watching tons of BBC programmes: South Bank Show, Steve Coogan, Brit Pop TV performances from the 90's, etc. I'm probably gonna just post my discoveries here for a while till I burnout.

Until then please enjoy.

Nico, I'm Not Sayin' (1965)

This is a really cool TV promo video. I wish they still made things like this for TV, but I'm sure it would just be for something lame like Katy Perry, since there's nothing of quality on television anymore or any heavily promoted music that's really exciting.

John Cale, Buffalo Ballet (1974)

This is an amazing song, the performance looks like it may have been at a sound check and is a little low energy but still pretty great. The performance was made for German TV and rebroadcast in 1992. Chris Spedding is playing guitar, could be Fred Smith on drums, hard to really make out any other players.

Lou Reed, John Cale, Live at the Bataclan, Paris (1972)

What could sound better than Lou Reed sticking to the actual melody and arrangement? How about being accompanied by John Cale on piano and violin. There's also some great footage of Nico that I'll put up later. Tah.

Harley, Diva, Tennessee, Alexi, Cory, Lola, Digby

2008-08-27T23:02:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Digby the new "it" dog of thecobrasnake. He's currently collaborating with Mark Ronson, Steve Aoki and MGMT on a remix of the Smith's "Cemetery Gates", directing a documentary on ironic 80's sunglasses for VBS.TV, started his own doggy clothing line for RVCA called BARCA, and has recently opened Glassell Park's first fixed-gear bike shop. This bi-costal greyhound keeps a loft in SOHO and rents a rustic backhouse in L.A.'s trendy Echo Park from BFF Natalie Portman and freak-folking boyfriend Devendra Banhardt. Digby was recently seen at at L.E.S. club Lit canoodling with Ashley and Mary-Kate. Too fierce.

I've been a bad blogger...

2008-08-19T13:09:00.000-07:00

please bear with me -- I've been busy trying to stay out of jail, make $$, and create a career of some sort. unfortunately, my blogging has suffered. I also blame the Olympics.

tah,

kenny

you know the hollywood sign that stands in the hollywood hills i don't think the christ of the andes ever blessed so many ills

2008-06-18T17:03:00.000-07:00

sister ann

2008-06-18T16:51:00.000-07:00

When days are just a trail of clothes
Slung over poetry and prose
A red reminder of the things I owe
A songbird silenced in the setting snow
I'm left here looking at the bones
I'm stranded in a sea of stepping stones
I stood inside of something I'd outgrown
A simple sadness in the great unknown
I think again and thank the earth
And kiss the stone

I saw the anger in your eyes
Neutralised
Made hollow
Faith and healing met the wide eyed child
Redemption smiled
I followed
It's like the numbness when your heart gets sick
Then the summer and your heart gets fixed
And I say

Sister Ann says "there's no need to be down,
There's something you can do"
It all follows
Sister Ann says "there's no need to find solace in anything,
If you don't want to"
It's like the light is gonna find you then
Then the beauty in your eyes
And the stillness of the night
And the beating of your breast
Is gonna put you there again

The single silence of a kiss
Two voices merged and gone amiss
Belief that bends and so beyond that bliss
Finds deeper darkness on relies on this
Then wide awake it wonders why and says resist

I saw the anger in your eyes
Neutralised
Made hollow
Faith and healing met the wide eyed child
Redemption smiled
I followed
It's like the numbness when your heart gets sick
Then the summer and your heart gets fixed
And I say

Sister Ann says "there's no need to be down,
There's something you can do"
It all follows
Sister Ann says "there's no need to find solace in anything,
If you don't want to"
It's like the light is gonna find you then
Then the beauty in your eyes
And the stillness of the night
And the beating of your breast
Is gonna put you there again

but if i had you're faith, i could make it safe and clean

2008-05-31T22:58:00.000-07:00

for those of you who know where my house is and how far away the hollywood bowl is from it this will seem weird. i kept coming out onto the porch all night because it sounded like some jackass in his mitsubishi eclipse or lowered honda civic, ala, fast and da furious kept bumpin' the cure way too loud. i happen to like the cure, but just listening to the murky low end is not my idea of fun. so imagine my amazement when i came out once more only to find an awesome live version of "close to me" floating over the canyons and hills of hollywood from what i assumed was the greek theater, given it's close proximity to my casa. so i got on the interweb to look it up and it turns out they're playing the hollywood bowl tonight. ummmmm, huh.... how bitchin' the cure, live on my porch!!!!

I saw this tour at irvine meadows in the real 80's, not the ironic 80's we're currently living in.

you can tell them i'm living in the counrty or that i've given up the fight

2008-05-15T09:36:00.000-07:00

Brett and I took some boards up to the Mollusk in San Fransisco and made a little stop at the Ranch with Gnar Gnar. the three us had taken a test drive the night before in Venice and got everything dialed in. We brought all the essentials; Backwoods cigars, six-pack of Modelo, flare gun and three life jackets. When we got to the Gaviota pier Brett managed to blow the fuse in his van, hence we could only pump up the zodiac by hand, foregoing us the pleasure of the electric air pump -- big bummer. We were able to go electric again once Gnar Gnar arrived. Getting the boat down to the water and through the surf gave me a tremendous appreciation for the boat/beach launching skills of the Navy SEALS. It was pretty tricky and we weren't even being shot at.

Once we were headed north we got pretty stoked. First we passed two Humpback whales and their calf -- that was pretty amazing. There was lots of dolphins, sea otters, pelican, sea lions, other big fish I'd rather not even think about. As we traveled past the heavily fortified mansions that the Hollister and Bixby Ranch are comprised of we dreamt of one day living there and being able to rub shoulders with the captains of industry, hollywood movie star, and lucky bastards who have fervently guarded California's best point breaks (Cujo, Drakes, Governments) and the most exquisite, private stretch of coastline in the United States. Hollister Ranch is truly spectacular -- Large Oak trees grown in the many valleys that wind the way down to the water's edge. small streams feed into the ocean, creating some world class beach breaks and picturesque shoreline. It's the most beautiful land in California that I've ever seen. Sadly, few people will ever see this land or have the pleasure of riding a 12' inflatable through thick kelp beds to the tip of Point Conception where a rustic old light house that looks like it came right out of a Stephen King novel stands high atop a white sandy cliff. There's something really amazing about knowing your at the western-most tip of land in the entire continental US.

As we headed further up the coast we passed a lot of wondrous sights, but we kept wondering when we might pass some waves -- well, that never happened. We did get stuck in the kelp and drive right past Cujo without even noticing. Curiously, neither Gnar Gnar or Brett could recognize it or agree as to where exactly it might be. Having been my first time out there I stayed out of it for the most part. That's a fairly good indication of just how flat it was -- not a wave in sight -- we saw maybe two mushy things that kind of resembled waves, but not really. We did however accidentally wind up going all the way to Point Conception. Point Conception is a strange and eerie place, deep black water swirling around the massive point, a lovely little stretch of deep water charming referred to as "the shark pit", yeah for real... Like as in a pit of fucking shark are underneath you. Point Conception gave you that, don't-go-the-fuck-out-there-by-those-ominous-swirling-currents-and-submerged-rocks-that-will-poke-a-hole-in-the-boat-and-now-you-have-to-paddle-300-yards-through-the-"shark pit"-and-walk-13-miles-on-private-property-with-hostile-gun-toting-locals-carrying-a-45 pound-log-only-to-be-out-a-$5000-inflatable-boat-and-engine-feeling.

Well, despite all the sharks, non-waves, getting stuck in a kelp bed, and spending 5 hours with a cold wet ass in a boat that goes about 4 knots with 3 guys in it, we had an amazing adventure. It was another very good day I am grateful to have been around to see.

Malibu is theirs, and it owes them a living...

2008-04-07T19:34:00.000-07:00

what can I say about the brothers marshall?

GONZ

Prominent scars brought us together, beneath the light of the moon, It’s not too soon

2008-03-26T23:20:00.000-07:00

Here are some fantastic pictures taken by Padriac McMahon of the Thrills. Kevin and Padriac graced us with the talents on several new Tyde track. I've used a few of these before but I thought I should put them all up since they're so awesome. There's also a few cruddy ones taken by me of Will and Ricky from Brothers and Sisters. They're a terrific country and western outfit out of Austin, Texas. Ricky plays some beautiful pedal steel and will laid down some melodious magic with his sweet Gibson Hummingbird. There's also some shots of 6-string virtuoso, Josh Schwartz (Bolero, Beachwood Sparks, Further, etc.), Richard Gowen (Biirdie, Nik Freitas, Bolero) and every one's favorite, Colby "the Colbra" Buddlemeyer, and yours truly, the Richard Perry of Silver Lake.

Please enjoy the photos, we had a good time being somewhat coherent for them.

tools of the trade

I Am Surrounded By Seagulls. You By None.

2008-03-23T23:56:00.000-07:00

Some people have everything handed to them, others have to earn it. Go forth by yourself you liars -- slanderous, celibate monster. Take comfort in your father's bosom, shelter in your stilted home, o you hairy beast of vacant beds, lonesome sleep-overs, you swollen-tonged dilettante.

This is a visual tribute to the people I respect -- worthwhile individuals I am proud to call my friends. And a quick synopsis of recent activities.

Took Brett and Litz to Sierra Madre for a Hub Caps gig at the Buccaneer -- Litz was right at home, even sang My Generation with the band. Two weekends of great surf in Venice with Darren, Litz, Dennis, Brett, etc -- then breakfast, bloody mary's, and all day drinking. Prospector gig with the Tyde/Hubcaps (Colbra on Tambo). Dinner in Venice with Brett, Chad, Brianna. Jena Malone's ~~disasterous~~ ungainly gig at Trails Cafe in Ferndale Park. Good food though. Mickey P (proprietor and colleague) has informed me that Anders & Woods are playing there. Who knew? But it sounds like fun. I hear you get paid in quiche.

All night Bolero sessions at the studio -- rock. The Tyde record is really coming together and is a blast making -- great vibe, amazing performances by all. Darren's scratch vocals are so good we might even keep 'em. Stacey's book comes out in paperback. Brett introduced me to surfing legend Jack McCoy. Tiff has made some great connections and a proper label/release date is looking promising. No more abusive bullshit either. Surfed some amazing Rincon and Malibu. I have decided to follow Jesus, but not the one you're thinking of. Brett and Gemaine got another season happening -- hope to do some more music with them. Padriac, Kevin, and Conor wanted to see John Brion on Saturday, luckily for them Jon or Flannigan did not cal me back, so they won't be subject to that precious horse shit. On a high note, Gemaine and Miranda are engaged, hurrah for them, now they can finally have intercourse.

FYI: I will always rip harder than you and maybe beat your ass too.

Regards,

Mr. Jim Beam

Oh little England, tonight I'll swim, from my favourite island shores, and how long has it been...

2008-02-28T11:33:00.000-08:00

I don't know why I love England so much, but I do. I always have the best time visiting London and the UK. Some of my best friends are British and I actually love the food. London famously gets a bad rap for food, but that's mostly from people who haven't been to St. John or Busaba Eathai and think all you can get is Indian food, or a full English breakfast. So, If you haven't been shopping at Borough Market, est.1014 AD, (home of Neal's Yard Cheese) and had fresh bread, cheese, roasted beets, bacon, duck, etc. prepared by a good cook then I pity you. There is great food.

Here are some British things I love.

I almost forgot Alan

Speaking of English food... After surfing on Sunday? Darren and I had a comfort food jones, so we went to Santa Monica -- it's what Glendale is for Armenians, but for British people, no smog and it has a beach. Smart move guys. Ye Olde King's Head is about as close as you're gonna get to having a British pub food experience in L.A. Darren had Sunday roast, I opted for the Steak and Guinness pie. There were pints of lager and cider. It was a very wise choice. You can get all your english favourites too; Smarties, Kit Kats, PG Tip in the biggest packages I've ever seen, Tetley's, proper Heinz baked beans, etc.....

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp...

2008-02-26T13:45:00.000-08:00

I was so wasted. I was a hippie I was a burnout I was a dropout I was out of my head, I was a surfer I had a skateboard I was so heavy man, I lived on the strand. I was so wasted.

Worked at the studio all day but then...

Rain, Beer, Sparks, 1/2 pint of Beam, empty stomach, Wes, TED, DRAD, Drew, Paul, Anh Gerlach (I was very stoked), John, Kio (Yellow Rat), Surfin' Sammy, Bobby Birdman, Z Marshall Brothers - Warriors of Radness
Finline, Andrieni, Christiansen, Gato Heroi, Junod, -- gotta get a bonzer or fish soon -- I'm dyin'.

BTW: Anh was really wasted -- at least ten tallboys and a St.Ides or two. Quel dommage, but not monstrous.

dig the picks.

And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside

2008-02-25T00:55:00.000-08:00

Got about six new Tyde songs tracked. We've been working on the overdubs with a variety of friends, associates, and ramblin' types that are just passing through town. We're using the Highway 61 technique; roll every friday, rain or shine, no practicing, learning songs/parts ahead of time -- just some talented friends, great songs, purple urkle, and 50 or so Miller Lites. It's been awesome and extremely fruitful seeing what happens when you just show up -- it's like I'm taking a group portrait -- no grinding away trying to manufacture something, just capturing various moments in time and stacking one on top other the other. I just really wanna thank everyone that's been over to hang; Richard, Menck, Josh, Padriac, Kevin, Will, Ricky, Colby, and Trad. Keep on truckin' and come back whenever you can.

Unfortunately, there are no girls allowed unless they take off their shirts. These two ladies were not amused.

Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence. He's singin' his song for me at his own expense. And I'm just like that bird, oh, singin' just for you.

2008-02-02T19:02:00.002-08:00

somewhere you're all working perfectly

somewhere the derelicts discuss theories on pharmacology
and sorcerers mend fences for the troubled sunflowers

my filthy friend I tell you this,

even clouds cannot cover the peril you push prematurely on the naive
lepers from your past, present and future

you are broken into several beautiful pieces, which I carry wherever I go, i will not leave you, but you will not go.
take uppers to take over, take me wherever you are, in pieces, on face value, and for granted.

take lessons, learn the piano, take a hammer and batter my skull

you are polite and of worth,
you were terrified, tortured, and nervous at birth,
drift away, just drift and flatten this earth

There you stood, everybody watched you play, I just turned and walked away, I had nothing left to say, cause you're still the same

2007-12-30T20:04:00.000-08:00

Very relaxing two days in the desert last week. Took a trip to Joshua Tree/Pioneer Town/Yucca Valley. It was very mellow. We hit some thrift stores, had a two margarita lunch, played with some horses, and then some wonderful disco naps before dinner.

That night we had a bite at Pappy and Harriet's, which I have since realized is basically a gay bar. The next time you're there glance around and do a quick mullet count -- not talking about the guys. Also, see how many single well-groomed "silver fox" retiree men are just hanging out. Also, the distinct lack of rednecks and/or bikers. Then there's the two lesbian owners, which is a bit of a give-away. Now I know why I've never gotten the obligatory, "what the fuck are you looking at", when I'm there. Then in town we found a rather unusual "camp" billboard promoting fire prevention. By the way, it was about 38 degrees in the sun.

Darren played acoustic that night along with the Golden Animals (girl drummer; always awkward looking). The next day Stacey, Darren and myself had breakfast at the Country Kitchen in Joshua Tree (see photo). It was delicious. No trarffic on the way back, spent the evening drinking tea and downloading Glam Rock mp3s, what more can you ask for?

Mud, Tiger Feet

Status Quo, Where I Am

Teenage Fanclub, the Ballad of John & Yoko

Mott the Hoople, Whiskey Women

Searching for the truth among the lying, and answered when youve learned the art of dying

2007-12-26T12:59:00.000-08:00

Had a really wonderful day with my friend Ant. We got out of L.A. and took a little trip to Costa Mesa/Newport Beach to see his most recently acquired mini. I think he has around 5 or 6 all together. Unfortunately, they're all in England. The one we went to see is a 1965 Cooper mini S. It's a left-hand drive export model that came from the Hamptons. It's very rare to find an authentic Cooper S. Most of them are built up to "S" specs and re-badged with an S, but actually started out as a regular mini (I learned way too much about minis that day). Ant and his brother Peter can basically tell you everything there is to know about mini Coopers. Peter is a well-known mini restorer in Somerset county, England. Ant's Scottish mechanic Graham is a friend of his brother Peter's and is enormous guy -- wish i'd got a shot of him next to a mini -- hilarious. There were so many mini Coopers there -- they literally had a shelf full of mini bodies. Ant received this mini as a gift from his employer. This is what you get when you haven't been paid for nearly a year and your boss/friend is very wealthy. Not bad.

After that we went to Alta Cafe in Newport for some breakfast. Darren turned me on to this place -- great après-surf eatery.
They don't allow cell phones -- but what about iphones? Which prompted the question; if I'm taking pictures is it considered cell phone usage? What about texting, internet, driving directions, email... It's almost 2008 we don't have that mentality anymore, me thinks.

If someone's yapping too loud ask them to take it outside -- I get it, it's obnoxious -- so is facism.

Wont you roll away the stone, Why be cold and so alone?

2007-12-19T16:26:00.000-08:00

worst week in a very long time.

crashed into something that I can't even remember $525. very drunk.
earlier in the week I spent $1800 on bodywork.
woman tried to scam me for $200 (fraudulent insurance claim).
made idiot girl I have to do a gig with cry.
have to play a gig with idiot actress - feels the need for a singing career - boo!
low on meds -- not gonna make it to next refill, ouch. I'll be strung out and sick from the 30th to the 8th, so have a heart.
got an exhibition of speed ticket, have to appear in court before Febuary 11th. Bail will hover somewhere around $800.
My mom has advised me to ask Jesus into my heart -- no vacancies. Sorry Jesus, I like you just fine outside of my heart.

some good shit happened too...

bought a lovely sweater on ebay.

I'm the top bidder on this sweet Lebowski sweater.

Had a good time at Jonathan Wilson's party.

Farmer Dave could've been a lot louder.

Josh spilt beer or wine all over a beautiful vintage suede chaise lounge.

Had some nice wine, hors d'oeuvres, and listened to Anh DJ at the Kiehls monsters of apothecary winter freakout. She busted out some sweet jams; OMD, Belle & Sebastian, Smiths, Kate Bush, Bunnymen, Destroyer, too many to mention...

The crowd was a lot rougher then they look.

Who's this handsome mysterious blonde man?

Some local talent, ooh la la. How much?

Digby got a beautiful shawl -- it think it makes him look a bit dowdy but he seems to really love it.

wonder what it says under there? That's fucking crazy.

One Too Many Mornings and a 1000 Miles Behind

2007-11-06T13:23:00.000-08:00

The laziest blogger ever...

There's been a lot of developements, dissolutions, and dead air -- ups, downs, sideways, throughways, thoroughfairs, festivals, fishing trips, deep sea diving, sky diving, and pancake breakfasts. I will try to cover the events with accuracy, brevity, and a complete and utter lack of diplomacy or discretion.

I have just finished making a record with a local band, Asher. That was fun. We worked very fast -- 14 songs (basic tracks) in two days -- then a week of ideas and overdubs. Perhaps I will mix the record -- not sure. I really could use the $$, but I'm always interested in hearing what someone else does with my stuff. It feels nice to be done too, but ooh, the money...

Have made a lot of new friends or become closer with people that I've known peripherally for sometime; Anna, Colby, Steven Nistor, Brian Coen, B.Egan, Wesley, Djuna Bell, Andy, John, Jonah Hill, Robert Popper, Ben Knight, Drew, Craig, Liz, Lizzy J, Sara Beth... That's a lot for me. I'm only friendly with people I like otherwise I'm terrified.

Halloween came and went. Went to one costume party -- that's enough for me.

Thanks to Darren I've begun surfing again after about a year off. I've been longboarding at malibu a couple times recently and really love it. There's definately something really cool about it that you don't get from shortboarding. I think the history of Malibu and the pacing really suits where my heads at right now or maybe it's just a lot radder than I thought it would be. From now on it's 9' and over, unless there's a really killer swell, then I'll bust out the 6' 3". I picked up a nice Creme 9'6" from Drew -- it's exactly what I wanted.

Went to NYC for CMJ. That's musicial jive/lingo for going to New York City and creating an excuse for getting drunker than usual and blowing money you don't have. I haven't been to CMJ for nearly 10 years -- it's still retarded. I'd also still rather live in Los Angeles with all it's flaws then NYC any day. Yesterday I was floating around Malibu on a 9' 9" Joel Tudor in 78 degree weather while watching the sun set behind Pamela Anderson's house and I thought, "would I rather be hanging out with the Strokes and snorting drugs and wearing skinny black jeans or seeing this"?

Had a goodtime at the new Mollusk shop in Venice. There's one in San Fransisco, and NYC and now we've got one. I surfed with DRad and all the Mollusk guys at Malibu two weeks ago -- super nice guys. It was a really fun session; John, DRad, Justin, Wes, Marshall brothers (amazing), Tyler "pickle" Warren (my new hero). It really refreshing to see a new, organic, and less commercial surf scene in full bloom. That's part of why I stopped skating/surfing during the 90's -- all the ariels and jocks with tans riding billboards and being as agro as possible. Fags... I've been reborn into the world at 38 years old by guys 15 years younger, who remind me of guys 20+ years older then me; Rabbit, Buttons, MR, Lynch, Dora, Richards, Noll, August -- I almost forgot them. This so-called, "retro trend" is the real deal. It's not a trend, it's a return to open-mindedness and innovation. It's an exchange of different philosophies and ideas. Gone are the dogmatic days where everyone has to ride a white, sanded-finish, 6'2" squaretail thruster that's 2-1/4" thick. There's some amazing quads, logs, single fins, hulls, bonzers, and eggs available now for whatever kind of surfing you feel like doing. The boards are works of art compared to the bland bullshit you see at Val Surf or wherever. I have never been to a surf shop that has a small art gallery in it -- very inspired. These guys dig art, music, surfing, Dylan, -- what more can you say. Great party, great people, saw Anh, Trischa, Wesley, Tara, and all my new heros.

Dewy Cox (John C. Reilly) at the Roxy. Lots of fun -- old friends, new friends and an open bar. what could be better. Long night, lots o' chach, drinks, laughs and Josh and Richard slapping each other in the face -- not sure what that's all about.

Quiet, Ruby, Someone's Coming, Approach With Stealth, Oh, It's Just Your Precious American Underground, And It Is Born Of Wealth

2007-08-06T12:11:00.000-07:00

Oh what a night. I managed to accidentally delete this entire entry by accident, so here I go again.

This is my big year end wrap-up, even though it's only September. I guess I'm not giving the rest of the year much of a chance but hey, it's my blog.

Unfortunately there were several significant deaths that affected my life this year, not to mention the passing of some of my heroes as well.

Friends:

Stacey's mother Charlotte
Paul's mother
Pete "Sleigher" Kinne
Daniel's son Sam
Gwen's mother
Blanche
June
Perry

Heroes:

Lee Hazelwood
Kurt Vonnegut
Max Roach
Ingmar Bergmann
Michelangelo Antonioni
Ahmet Ertegün
Tony Wilson
Tom Snyder
Liz Claiborne
Tom Poston
Larry 'Bud' Melman
'Sneaky' Pete Kleinow

Gladly the heros list is longer.

Sea Changes/Memorable Moments:

Josh and myself combine studios by moving the Space Shed to my place in NOHO.
Stacey's first book I, Califonia has been published by Scribner.
Anders & Woods begin playing with Josh Schwartz, Richard Gowen, and Aaron Embry.
Richard passing out behind the drums.
"Did someone just say who cares" - Becky Stark
Finish working for Wendy and Lisa on Crossing Jordan. Boo.
Working with Bobin, Jemaine, Bret on their show.
Christoph's Robin Hood hat.
Swapping horror storys about our dodgy fathers with Baynham.
Bjorn's art show, playin' records downstairs
Phillipe's roast beef, late night
Stacey and I are finally financially content. It's been a longtime coming.
Jamming at the old Space Shed with Chris Holmes of WASP, Richard, Trisha, Anh, TRad, Darren, Stacey, and Josh.
Ridding my life of Jeff Russo and his bullshit.
Trip to San Diego to play with Dinosaur.
Stacey and a friend, Richard Gowan, (sic) in the NY Times style section.
Late night jam session at the studio with 'Hamsterdam'.
Meeting TRad and learn the art of 'Chachie'.
Having to euthanize poor old Blanche. That was horrible.
Starting the Jackbambis recording sessions.
iTunes, network drive, stereo, and vinyl finally sorted.
Jamming all night at Aaron and Nikki's.
Polly giving my production the thumb's up. I was expecting the opposite.
Sonic Youth and Redd Kross at the Greek/Thurston's Birthday. Lots of old friends and good times.
Stacey's mom's death hits me harder than any death in my life so far. It's still hard at times.
J tells me, "been drivin' around L.A. listenin' to Ander & Woods, sounds great, love the oohs and ahhs, very west coast".
I loaned J a Marshall halfstack so Dinosaur (Murph,Lou, J) can practice in Glassell Park at ABC. Very bizzarre and rad for me.
Start working with Courtney Shanks on Laughing Waters.
Stacey fires her useless manager.
Willie Nelson at the Bowl.
Anders & Woods record is finished -- I actually like it. Now someone put it out please.
Leigh and Ben have a Baby, Tristan Moon Ashley.
Trip to London and Well, Hampshire.
Pulling out Digby's last baby tooth.
29 Palms Inn weekend/Joshua Tree trip.
Recconect with Aaron and Nikki Embry after 10 or so years. Funny how things work.
Getting Chached with TRad in the jaccuzzi (no gay stuff).
The Ventura Rec, Room Rock Fest and afterparty.

Shout outs. Here's to everyone that made january to September, awesome, retarded, chached, and whatever.

(no particular order)

Stacey
Charlotte
The Wolves
The girl with one boot
Yucca Valley Top Models
Shit Happens
Tonia
Tiff
DD
Ian
Jade
the Topanga girls
Anh
Trisha
Ari
Trad
Drad
PFT
Janie
Ant
Peter
Bobin
Jemaine
Bret
David
Pauline
Aaron
Nikki
J
O
Indio
Deb
Jasper
Digby
Terry
Cash
Louie
Daphna
Lia
Bill Maher
Markey
Bartell
Siegel
Os Mutantes
Chachie
Vetura Rich
Verdel
The Yeti
My shrink, Dr. Peter Weingold
Zoloft
Jim Beam
Kolonapin
Courtney
Niall
Helen
Omar from the Wire
and you!!!! (didn't KISS put that on their records?)

Songs I was diggin' this year:

La Dusseldorf, Cha, Cha 2000
The Real Kids, Just Like Darts
The New Pornographers, Myriad Harbour
Morrissey, Hairdresser On Fire
Slik, The Kid's a Punk
Reg King, Little Boy
Siouxsie And The Banshees, Dazzle
The Ronettes, Be My Baby
Sonic Youth, Incinerate
Klaus Nomi, Nomi Song
Peter Bjorn and John, Start to Melt
The Staple Singers, The Weight
T. Rex, Diamond Meadows
Silverhead, 16 and Savaged
Dory Previn, The Lady with the Braid
The Human League, Seconds
Willie Nelson, A Song for You
Nico, Afraid
Panda Bear, Bros
Mott The Hoople, Honaloochie Boogie
Lee Hazelwood, Ten or 11 Towns Ago
Les Rallizes Denudes, People Can Choose
The Move, Message From the Country
Steely Dan, Midnite Cruiser
Destroyer, Notorious Lightining
Kevin Ayers, Song from the Bottom of a Well
Television, Venus

photos

Sister, the world cannot hold us...Brother, you can go your own way!

2007-07-31T23:42:00.000-07:00

my life has become too awesome to blog right now.

Here's a quick list:

mixing/recording the Jackbambis
spending time in Joshua Tree
being in a fabulous photoshoot
playing with Anders & Woods and the Wolves (joined by Aaron Embry)
recording the Tyde for a Madonna record (proceeds go to charity)
working with Courtney Shanks, Tim Koh, Jimi Hey (Laughing Waters)
buying gear
spending the NY Times money on wine, woman, and chach
watching my wife's career soar into the stratosphere
Reading Stacey amazing book, "I, California"
buying records
fixing my cat's chin acne
worshiping Destroyer
taking pills
putting 18,539 songs from my iTunes onto a shared network drive
recording Max Prussner
seeing Redd Kross & Sonic Youth at the Greek
getting a bitchin' Marantz receiver from 1974
many, many, many string sessions...
drinking Jim Beam
finding an ADR Compex compressor (When the Levee Breaks)
recording the Not-So-Lonelies
Watching Saxondale
chachin' it pretty hard
getting rid of loose baggage
driving too fast
giving Digby his own myspace page

It's not the way I wanted it, but even I can't stand in the way of progress.
When thing gets shitty again I'll have more time to blog, until then ado, ado, parting is such sweet sorrow.

Kenny

Folk Rockin' The Casbah

2007-05-18T15:19:00.000-07:00

I've been a lazy blogger but fucking folk rockin' like a mutha. Anyway here's pics of our Casbah show with Dinosaur Jr.

we literally blew them off the stage (see the first picture of Lou). Knocked out cold...

But What Ever Lies Behind The Door, There Is Nothing Much To Do, Angel Or Devil, I Don't Care... ...And The Passing Time.

2007-04-03T02:49:00.000-07:00

Nothing is going well right now -- fire, death, poverty, failure, devisiveness, and alienation are plentiful.

So, all words aside, take care, please, take care. - A. Chilton

Jet! Jet!

2007-03-10T11:39:00.000-08:00

On Thursday Stacey and I meet up with our friend Peter at Cha Cha for some drinks. Somehow we managed to have a great time talking about our somewhat shady fathers (Peter and Me) and Stacey's recently departed mother -- Stacey's dad is not the least bit shady, au contraire. Peter just so happens to have an extremely interesting background. He is originally from Wales and spent his teens visiting such exotic ports as Bangkok, Pitcairn and Norfolk islands (Mutiny on the Bounty), etc. courtesy of the Merchant Marines. He graduated from Fleetwood nautical college and is rumoured to be licensed to drive very large ships, although he has a hard enough time finding Cha, Cha, in his Audi with a GPS unit, and he's been there several times.

Here's where it all goes sideways... It turns out he is one of the cleverist comedy writer/preformers in Britain's if not the world, and is still a wonderful human being inspite of it. Peter's written about 75% of my favorite TV shows and is well-known as the "Too Gorgeous" man in the UK Pot Noodle commercials from the mid 1990s. If you're a fan of: The Day Today, Brass Eye, I'm Alan Patridge,Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, you can buy him a better GPS system or a chauffeur. Oh, he also coined the popular UK slang term "your a mentalists", so he claims.

Peter's also regaled us with annecdotes featuring his tiny Welsh mother. Appearantly, she makes some fantastically innocent statements like, "Um, these onion rings have real onions" and "are they any black people in Chicken Run".

So here's my [as Stacey puts it] "very gay" audio/visual tribute to a very good friend, son, and big-shot Academy Award nominee, Sir Peter Baynham.

Tight Toy Night, Streets Were So Bright. The World Looked So Thin And Between My Bones And Skin...

2007-03-05T23:07:00.000-08:00

Went to Bjorn Copeland's art show on Chung King Rd on Saturday with Josh and Stacey. I'm really like Black Dice, especially Beaches and Canyons, so I was excited to see his art in person.

We met up with D%$&* and Tiff. Tiff and me both had bright orange shoes on, whoa, totally trippy. Then we headed downstairs and D%$&* and Bjorn busted some Mott the Hoople, Tom Tom Club, and... well the rest is a bit of a blur.

Later that night we tried to find a party on main between 5th and 4th that Tiff was at, but somehow wound up eating copious amount of hash browns, toast, and eggs at the Pantry instead. It was a good day/night.

Love To Have God Next To Me With His Hands Around My Throat In Harmony

2007-02-26T22:29:00.001-08:00

Sunday we had a little wrap party/jam session at my studio. Found the very rare Gowenham/Nicks record -- put the finishing touches on the last song of our first LP. It's all tracked and mixed except for this last song -- just gotta mix it. Tiff's written some really great stuff, her singing is so fantastic, not to mention her guitar playing. We're both really happy with it.

Richard laid down some sweet grooves, told his life story to TRadd, did some texting, and looked as if he might die, then suddenly got his second wind. Tiff was chilled out and focusing her super powers.

I took the day off from producing and placed the recording sesh in Josh's more than capable hands. He sang, drank, smoked, called some ladyfriends, Bobby Bones, generally made it a party, and even got some great performances and sounds too -- the least of our concerns.

Stacey oohed and aahed with Tiff, Tiff played guitar and did some backups with Josh, Richard, and TRadd. TRadd, sang, shook, shakered, swayed, and played bongos deep inot the night.

Richard was pulling a full Bohnam; Charlie, Beam, Herb, tie-dyed t-shirt, just needed a headband and a sweet stache. Thought he might drown on his own vomit or spauntaneously combust -- I was very proud.

Davey kept the session socially lubricated and spread his good vibes. Digby ate Poquito Mas scraps, snuggled, and slept through most of the jams. I engineered, played my Hammond M-111 (J.P.J. "Your Time Is Gonna Come"), some percussion, and had a Jim Beam or two in honor of my old friend Eddie Kurdziel. The only thing missing was Chris Holmes (wish he showed up at every jam), Ann, DRadd, Trisha, and that crazy girl who didn't know the words to any songs.

Oh yeah... Tiff and I were talking about a tupperware-style MP3 swap party. BYOHD or laptop, have some drinks, etc. - c'mon it's the white elephant party of the 21st century. Let either of us know if this peaks your interest. I know between Tiff and me there's at least 40,000 songs to be had -- add Davey and Richard and it's tera byte time. Solid.

Driving in Your Car, I Never Never Want To Go Home, Because I Haven't Got One Anymore

2007-02-20T10:51:00.000-08:00

I am untethered. I cannot find my bearings whatsoever. It seems every creature comfort has been removed. Stacey's mom's dead, my car has blown up in Irvine, I have a new job in an unfamiliar territory with people who are nothing like me, I never know when I'll have to work, our TV is broken so we haven't spent more then an hour or so in the livingroom since then -- just typing on our laptops in the bedroom with our lil' TV on. I haven't gone out for two weeks and don't really feel like it.

It doesn't feel bad or good, it's just different, and different usually terrifies me, but this time there's nothing. I think I need some waves.

On a positive note Tiff and I have pretty muched finished the record. Josh did a great job mixing now just a few finishing touches and voila! We is done -- wah, wah, we, wah!

Charlotte Sometimes, Dreams A Wall Around Herself, But It's Always With Love

2007-02-15T00:00:00.000-08:00

Last night Stacey's mother Charlotte shuffled off this mortal coil. She developed a blood clot in her lung after a routine surgery. She passed away somewhere around 1 or 2 AM. We are very sad. Unlike the typical mother-in-law, "old battle axe" cliches, Charlotte and I had grown very close, especially in the last year. She had become one of my biggest alies. She had more faith in my abilities and character than I probably ever will. She was overjoyed that her daughter found, "such a good guy", something I rarely feel about myself. I recently installed an electrical outlet in her bathroom which allowed her to plug in a little space heater so she could have a nice bath and not be cold when she got out. It might not seem like much to me or you, but to this diminutive 79 year-old it meant the world. I will count this seemly small gesture as one of the greatest achivements of my life. Goodbye Charlotte thanks for seeing all my good qualities and ignoring my bad ones. I'm glad you like the heater. Love, Kenny

Well, I'm Just A Modern Guy, Of Course, I've Had It In The Ear Before

2007-02-11T22:03:00.000-08:00

Pappy & Harriet's at Pioneer Town this weekend for a Winter Flowers gig. Here's the wrap up; Yucca Inn, all-night jaccuzzi fest, Jim Beam, Pacifico, MDMA, SSRI, NEU, MECO, Stacey, Schwartz, Tonia, Gowen...

Stacey, Richard, and I had some breakfast at Carrows, then went record shopping (Meco, Tommy Flanders, Willis Alan, Lambert & Nuttycombe), and thrifting. Later some beer by the pool too. Many layers were need to fight the windy weather.

At Pappy and Harriet's with ; TRadd, Gavin, Astrid, Christophe, Rob Campenella, etc. 2 orders of nachos was not sufficient.

More Jacuzzi, freezing cold pool, magic mushr@*ms, colonapin, Gowen eatin' pudding with a stick of licorice, tryed for some late-night tea-baggin' with Gowen. didn't really happen.

Then I set my only shirt on fire and set off the smoke alarm.

I Got A Baby's Brain And An Old Man's Heart

2007-02-07T21:47:00.000-08:00

Some day I hope to work for people who are extremely talented and have them yell at me all day. Until then I'll spend my time making music and art with people who are extremely talented, knowledgable, fun to be around, and that I respect.

Mixin', Maxin', and Relaxin' at my studio with the get-fresh crew (minus Gowen & Digby)

Scent and A Sound, I'm Lost and I'm Found, and I'm Hungy Like the Wolves

2007-02-02T13:24:00.000-08:00

It's my first day off today in a week or so and last night was a great way to shift into what I like to call "party mode". Stace and I met up with Ant, Jane, Amy, and James at the Silverlake Lounge. We were there to see my friends Christian and Ron (the SoftLightes) play.

Afterward, we went to Little Joy for a drink and met up with the Lone Wolves (Josh & Richard). Innevitably, we headed to somewhere less crowded with Cliff and the Wolves.

That somewhere was La Cita downtown. Lots of GenNexers dressed like B-Boys and fly girls dancing to Egyptian Lover, J.J. Fad, Run-DMC, etc. I drank too many Jim Beam and Cokes.

Some Spade Said "Rock 'N' Rollers, You're All The Same

2007-02-01T12:42:00.000-08:00

I am obsessed with Google Earth. I suggest you download a copy, type your address into the search window, and let your mind be blown. Yesterday I visited my friends Helen and Niall in London, checked out the waves near the city of Male in the Maldives, then went to Tahiti and took a look at Marlon Brando's private Island while I was there. It really puts the future in perspective -- a little taste of things to come perhaps.

Clara Puts Her Head Between Her Paws

2007-01-30T12:31:00.000-08:00

Last night Stacey and I went to Largo to see our friends Paul and Jim perform. Paul did a "blurb" of comedy that was hilarious as always. BTW: If you think stand-up is tired or trite I'm with you but with one exception, Paul Francis Tompkins.*

Jim is sort of like everyone's grumpy father but much hipper and weirder. For instance, Jim lives with his wife, their son Otto (15 years of age), Otto's 20something, Lolita-esque girlfriend, her pitbull and chihuahua, a woman named Bama, Dave "Gruber" Allen (the Naked Trucker) and their dog Daisy. Their house is sort of a cross between the Pottery Barn and a hippy commune.

After the show we went to see Paul's new place. His special lady, Janie came over and we gathered around the ol' laptop, drank some Jamesons, and discussed DMT, self-transforming machine elves, and movies.

* Does not employe the use of an "h". Tompkins ( pronounced, t-haump-kens)

Panic On The Streets of Los Feliz

2007-01-26T13:29:00.000-08:00

Woke up with a mild case of anxiety this morning -- feel so lame. At least it's not a full blown panic attack, so I guess there's a bright side. For the first 34 years of my life I was one of the most irresponsible and careless people you could ever let spend the might on your couch. You might also notice that some of your CD's, wallet, or car keys are missing afterward (I have actually stolen a car, wallet, and some CDs here and there). One of my first fantastic ideas was to forego an education by leaving school in the ninth grade on a permanent basis. My mother and the school board were very much against this idea but I went through with it anyway, in spite of their pesimistic claptrap about missed oppurtunities and regret. It has worked out okay so far, but somewhere along the way I started to overcompensate for my reckless lifestyle with copious amounts of stress, safety, and control. You would think the fear of the people and daylight would hardly effect a daredevil/hooligan/extreme sports enthusiast like myself, but somedays are better than others.

Now at age 37 I'm struggling to add a little pointlessness, chaos, danger, and quality slumber back into my life with the help of my sweet lady, dog, three cats, friends, music, movies, Zoloft, and my broken brain.

Here's a list of 12 stupid or dangerous thing I did in my teens and pictures too.

To Hell With the Devil and Maybe Me Too

2007-01-25T23:24:00.000-08:00

I think I may have sold my soul to the devil. Yesterday I began working on the music for a big dumb TV show. I honestly can say I've never heard any decent music on a network TV show -- single or multi-camera. I could almost throw in most cable networks too but there's some good stuff here and there. Of course the better the music, the less the money they pay you -- it's some sort of union rule or against the law I think. I should start by saying I absolutely love Law & Order: Anything, but Mike Post's Seinfeldian "funky" bassline theme makes me want to smash him over his million year-old head with a DX7. And yes I'm extremely grateful to be working in my chosen field with someone I really like, but I can't help but feel like a cog in the ultimate shit machine that is network TV. I have nothing against TV, networks, shit, machines, or cogs for that matter, or even shitty TV shows (nobody forces people to watch that shit). But recently, I've just tried to distance myself from doing TV music gigs because it's such a bummer artistically and socially iresponsible. I'm just not interested in helping errode the human experience. It's so bad that I quickly described the music as "pure shit" to my friend Richard last night without even realizing it and continued chatting without pause. Had it not been for the immediate laughter proceeding my frank, dissociative, description I would have never even remembered responding to his simple query, "what have you been working on". I would rate my fondness for this ready made pablum somewhere between sucking Sting's cock and listening to Bruce Hornsby and his Range. So anyway, today (my second day) sucked a bit as I am not all the comfortable or adept at jamming a bunch of tired, cliched drum loops and pathetic 80's string pads into the space of 8 seconds at breakneck speeds but I would like to Jam them up Steven Bochco, Dick Wolfe, Aaron Spelling, and Jerry Bruckheimer's asses.

So I drank a bunch of Johnny Walker Blue Label scotch with my good friend Jeff and drove home. Above is a picture of that drive home and below is some stuff I do like.

Dogtown, Green Urethane Skateboard Wheels, and Dogs

Richard Gowen

Jeff Bridges,
Harry Dean Stanton,
and Pong

Evie, Kizzy,
and England

I'm Bloggin' Here

2007-01-23T23:25:00.000-08:00

Well I've finally caved in to my computer addiction completely... The up-side is I now have a reason to actually use my camera, dormant photographic skills, and spend even more time on my laptop.

I'm falling apart, I think I need more vegetables. Today I spent nursing my broken finger, strained back, and root canal-needing tooth at the studio with Josh and Digby while they mix the Anders & Woods record. Josh and Digby have this spooky mental link. It's like twins or watching the Flying Wallendas walk a tightrope. I should mention Digby is a 2 year-old Italian grayhound and Josh is a 30-ish male human being (think Mckenzie Phillips/George Harrison with a dash of Jeff Spicoli), so Josh does most of the fader moves and Digby tends to sleep for 4 or 5 hours, but the mixes sound fantastic so far. Hopefully they (Josh) will be done mixing the remaining tunes soon. Tiffany split for London/Paris today and I'm very jealous. We talked about booking a show at the 12 Bar, which would give me a lame excuse to go to London, but I really can't afford it right now. So, I'll be emailing mixes to Tiff for her perusal, etc. -- very BOHO-high tech of us I must say. It's very silly how much work/time killing I do that's computer or high tech/gadget related these days. I have a computer recording system at the studio, wireless network/stereo system (itunes), two laptops, phone/handheld device, two digital cameras, an ipod, 14,000 songs in some sort of digital format, more hard drives then are worth mentioning, and a pile of old cell phones. I'm not showing off, and I can totally understand if you're jealous, because it's pretty awesome. I pay all my bills online, have 2 myspace pages, a website, various email accounts, ebay, paypal, buy CD's, mp3s, and records, bluetooth files from my phone to my computer, FTP or email people audio files in seconds and thousands of miles away, google, wikipedia, allmusic, and imdb, stuff from the moment I wake to till I actually fall asleep. I don't even leave my bed to do most of this and my laptop is quietly sleeping on my nightstand while I do the same. I cannot remember what I used to to do if I had a question about something. I suppose I had to call a friend and ask them, yuck...

So now I have a blog too and you just read my first ever entry. Hopefully my entries will get better and shorter.