My New Wave Demo

September 9th, 2008 |

I watched the MTV Video Music Awards the other night just to remind myself of how old and out of touch I am. I asked Angel “What’s with all the 80’s garbage? Are the 80’s back?” She gave me the “No doy” look.

Of all the possible eras that we could rehash why on earth would we choose the 80s? I mean, I love Winger’s first album as much as the next guy but can we please use a little discernment here people?

Thinking about the 80’s reminded me of a demo I did a few years ago that I don’t think any of you have heard. This was written (and never finished) for the project Brian McClelland and I were working on back when I was in The Formula Kid.

Before Brian and I started writing together he sent me some really great demos of some music he’d been writing on his own. One of them was pretty new-wave sounding so I decided I’d try my hand at that style.

This is another one of my “nah, nah, nah” demos until it gets to the chorus where I wrote some incredibly trite lyrics to fit the incredibly trite vibe of the tune. It’s highly stylized stuff so don’t laugh too hard please.

Download the mp3 here.

Back From Georgia

September 7th, 2008 |

On Monday Angel’s Uncle Rickey died. Rickey was 53 and was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy eighteen years ago and was given only seven years to live.

This is Rickey and Riley from a few years ago.

As soon I got home from work on Wednesday we drove down there so we could be at the funeral on Thursday. It was a pretty rough few days but it was very nice to see the people who came out in droves to pay their respects.

We got back into town late last night so if I haven’t replied to your email yet I’ll get to it soon.

We decided to take Lilly with us since Angel’s family hadn’t met her yet. Driving nine hours in a compact car with an oversized dog is not easy. Lilly tried every conceivable position she could think of to get comfortable. Here are a couple of pictures of her efforts.

Angel’s mother’s dog Picco greeted Lilly with a big old smile as soon as we got there.

This is Angel’s brother Matt, her mother Connie and Riley before we left for the funeral. Yes, Matt is really as huge as he looks.

Uncle Rickey was buried just a few feet from Angel’s brother Marcus who died of Spina Bifida in 1984. This is why Riley’s middle name is Marcus. This is Marcus’ grave if the pic is too small to tell.

OK now for some comic relief.

Riley always wants me to record him on the computer either talking or singing or screaming or rapping or whatever he’s decided would be funny that day. I’ve got hours of this stuff. So today Riley decided that raspberries would be comedic theme for the day. He was buzzing his lips so hard that he blew two gigantic snot snakes out of his nose that reached all the way to his bottom lip. Listen to this mp3 and you’ll hear the magic at about 15 seconds in. Then there’s some more general foolishness after that.

Download the mp3 here.

Nothing To Say

September 2nd, 2008 |

I try not to go too many days without blogging but the truth is there are extended periods of time when I don’t posses even one mildly interesting thought. So I’ll just make this another one of those posts containing a number of benign statements that will hopefully add up to something interesting.

Right now I’m using Google’s brand new browser called “Chrome.” It works.

I’ve been working on learning to play the Purdie Shuffle on the drums for the past few days and I can finally do it but not for more than about three bars at a time. It’s one of those beats that the more you play it, the more confusing it seems. It’s like saying K-Mart a bunch of times in a row. The more you say it, the weirder it sounds.

Our guitar player Bill turned me on to Brent Mason recently. Good grief! There is absolutely no good reason for someone to be able to play the guitar that well. None at all.

A couple of weeks ago I decided to try and write a complete song in one day. I did it. It’s probably one of the best songs I’ve written in a long time. Why don’t I do that every day?

I’ve been writing a bunch of new music for the new band. We worked on a couple of the songs last weekend and I’m super excited about where this band is headed.

We bought Lilly a flea and tick collar the other day and Riley asked what it was. I said “It keeps the fleas and ticks off of her.” He replied “Because fleas and tick hate necklaces.”

I found a keyboard player on myspace who is the exact kind of player we’re looking for. I decided to send him a message to ask if he’d be interested in jamming sometime. Before I could send the message I had to type in one of those secret codes where a bunch of numbers and letters are hopelessly illegible. It took me three tries to get it right. After I passed that test I was told that you have to be someone’s friend before sending them a message. So I sent a friend request and was told that this person does not accept friend requests from bands. I hate myspace.