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shits and scribbles [ 20th Apr 2008 ]: so... had our final rehearsal yesterday before our first gig of the year. it was fun. we broke and fixed things, musical and otherwise. fairies were present as were Sarah's new drums. the question we're asking ourselves is this: just how much will the soundman hate us on Thursday? well, here's a list of all the stuff we have and/or need to make our show happen. Laptop x1 Microphones x4 (Double-headed microphone holder x1) Fender Jaguar x1 Ashdown [model number?] x1 Joel Janiurek x1 V Drums - snare x1, pads x3 Acoustic drums [call Sarah and get a list of all her shit?] Sarah Donachy x1 Ibanez SR300 x1 Ashdown Mag 600H x1 Ashdown ABM 4x10 Bass Cab x1 Gbenga Adelekan x1 Fairy Lights x2 (Hazard Lights x2) Korg K25 x1 Tambourine x1 (Yellow Tambourine x1)[link to Bill Hicks doing his Beatles impression?] Human Choir x1 (Balloons xMillions) (Crazy String xMillions) the items in paranthesis are things we don't neccessarily have yet. Note that we already have the human choir. NOTE THAT WE ALREADY HAVE THE HUMAN CHOIR. so, yeah. really looking forward to seeing you all on Thursday. the details are XXXX. as an aside, work continues on mixing the single. today it's a song called Hard Feelings and it is our crack right now. [ gbenga ] [ 31st Mar 2008 ]: In this week’s episode: Animal Rights. Our friend Harry Hillingham Esq was round at mine and Joel’s flat this week. We were eating and talking as you do. Conversation turned to the issue of politics. Fellow inmate Martin was present. After concluding that history was a Hegelian dialectic made material in our lives through political and economic mechanisms (or something), conversation moved on to the issue of Animal Rights.Harry informed us that one of the reasons often cited for the increase in life expectancy and general health in the middle and lower classes after WWII is the availability of cheap animal protein. Our discussion went on from there...GBENGA: Okay, but acknowledging its historical importance doesn’t neccesarily mean, now we’re at a point where everyone eats chicken, we can’t refine the means by which-HHEsq: But we’re not at a point where everyone can afford free-range chicken. It costs about double the price-JOEL: Did you ever watch a show called ’Meet The Natives’?HHEsq: No...JOEL: Well, there’s a bit in that where they walked round the streets and saw homeless people and then saw a woman spending a hundred pounds pampering her dog. They couldn’t really get how you could pamper an animal when there are humans living in the streets.HHEsq (laughing): Yeah, there are people out there who care more about animals than humans... and they’re just fucking idiots.GBENGA: I completely agree with you, but I think you need to consider in a wider sense how ethical it is to care more about humans than other animals just because you’re a human being.MARTIN: Yeah, do you not think it’s an arbitrary distinction to say that you have a moral obligation to your own species purely based on the fact that it’s your species? What are your criteria for who or what you have a moral obligation to? JOEL: Intelligence. HHEsq: And the fact that I think that human beings can achieve great things. GBENGA: Greater things than any other animal? HHEsq: The ones on this planet, yeah. I mean, they don’t really do anything, do they? GBENGA: Well, it depends on your definition of great things, doesn’t it? HHEsq: Oh come on! Eating and sleeping. That’s all they do. Koalas don’t even fuck. GBENGA: Yeah, but human beings are largely responsible for fucking our planet up. HHEsq: I’m not saying we’re better than animals. I’m saying we’re greater. I mean fine, animals aren’t cruel and- GBENGA: Well, that’s not true. Dolphins- (cue uproarous laughter from the room)GBENGA: It’s true! Dolphins bully smaller dolphins. MARTIN: So do monkeys. GBENGA: Human beings aren’t the only ones capable or cruelty is the point I’m making. But we can exert a much greater negative influence on the world around us than any other animal. HHEsq: Yeah, because we’re great-souled. What do you think? I’ve been walking around all week telling myself that I’m great-souled. I guess it’s kind an Aristotelian way of saying "every day in every way, I’m getting better and better."In other news... Apologies to anyone who opened a bulletin from our myspace and got an eyeful or started hearing their computer cry or whatever. We got hacked. It’s all better now, though. New song up on the main page. New gigs up too. Finished recording the single on Friday. Watch this space for an announcement of release details.Also, don’t mean to sound middle-aged or anything, but... this really is a rather cracking recipe. ( http://homecooking.about.com/library/archive/blss107.htm )Tot Ziens. [ gbenga ] [ 24th Mar 2008 ]: ONE: Few hours on myspace conclusion: post-rock is a dead scene. Man. TWO: can I get away with describing us a "post-what? band." (although I don't think Gbenga and Sarah will approve). THREE: I am really looking forward to Wall-E. (Pixar in SPAAACE!): hoping that it will be somekind 2001: a space odyssey for the 21st century. Except: with a cute robot. Not boring. And made for kids. What I want basically is three hours of awe – future of mankind – the awesome terror of deep space – and amazing set-pieces (the distinguishing mark of all cool cinema). FOUR: I mean – really – modern post-rock. Why??? What are you trying to do??? Who are you trying to prove??? Quiet. Loud. Quiet. Loud. Quite Loud. Very Loud. Very Loud. Quiet. (yes. Very good. Well done.). FIVE: I am enjoying making videos. Now. Finally. Althou: am much better at thinking about them and how damn cool that'll look – and that: that would be really cool – oh. And that too – than: you know: actually doing the donkey work. Damn donkeys. SIX: tyfivedaysofstatic. Still. (yes yes yes) The destruction of small ideas turned up very too much loud. SEVEN: this week we were in the studio. Spread out – we had three days. And hoped to record three songs. But apparently this was beyond our powers and so had to settle for two. Dagamanit. I bet – I dunno – Bobby Dylan never had this problem. Mic check. Press record. EIGHT: We're gonna play live again! To actual living breathing people! Wow. Gonna have to cook up our physical manifestations a bit. So that we can be a bit more than smarter than your average band. You know: a bit more: post-what? Ha. NINE: arrested development. The American sitcom. Themes include: incest, limb loss and mental retardation. Probably one of my favourite bits of tv. More self-referential than – I dunno – a rubber band ball of moebius strips. But funnier than that sounds. I'm not explaining this very well. quotage: "Tobias: As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch. Michael: Really? When did that start? Tobias: Well, I don't want to blame it all on 9/11, but it certainly didn't help." Also: Gob Bluth is my hero/personal jesus/life model. Come on. TEN: cloverfield. [ joel ]
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