Hey guys what's goin on? How about an update? Anywho, Fred's here and things are going swimmingly (in certain ways). One of those ways is our recent acquisition of a jam/storage space. The rent's cheap and the space itself is both claustrophobic and filthy, both of which greatly increase our "Indie Cred (fashionable degeneracy)." Most importantly, the space is located directly underneath a major local venue. The Rotture (i'm pretty sure it's roh-tur-ay) seems to be a pretty hip spot to play especially if one possesses enough of this aforementioned "Indie Cred." I, myself, will be attending a Rotture concert in a few weeks (we'll be seeing everyones favorite acoustic black-metal band [if anyone reading this knows Henry, i'm sure he'd {dis}passionately protest my metallic adjective choices]- Agalloch.) The location seems like a great place to set up camp if you're a rowdy group of young rock'n'rolla's (we don't care about "rules" and "society" and "sustaining bodily functions" and "having" "meaningful relationships"). Incidentally, the day I checked out the space, who was casually hanging out on the sidewalk in front of the building but none other than Luis Vasquez- lead singer of prominent, San Francisco based, post-punk band The Soft Moon (that's always awkward [not meeting a members of the Soft moon {which happens all the time, gawd...}but] asking a rhetorical [was it rhetorical?] question towards the beginning of a sentence that soon fades from the viewers mental periphery and by the time the sentence is supposed to end the writer is left with a serious grammatical dilemma- should he/she shrug off common notions of punctuational (?) theory and employ a concise, straightforward period or should he/she instead conform to conventional compositional standards by choosing to go with the more proper question mark, invariably causing confusion in the already strained mind of the reader by forcing him/her the ask the question- was this a question)? Based on the last sentence's final punctuation mark, it becomes quite obvious that Sioux Falls' self-endowed reputation as a band of rules suck! rebels is, in fact, a paper thin, pathetic facade. Maybe this sudden bout of English 101 introspection stems from the fact that the screen of my laptop is strobing like a banned episode of Pokemon. Romulus the Newfoundland, official mascot of Sioux Falls, is solely to blame here as it was his malicious act of wet-dog-shaking that caused large (enough) quantities of water to be propelled towards my precious macbook. The computer itself is still functional, it's just the screen does what it wants in respect to brightness.
Anyways (big "anyways"), we have a space. Fred and I jammed in the space. It went well. We have around 20 songs, each of which have met all Sioux Falls quality control standards (SFQCS pronounced "sufewcks"). No drummer yet, but we have been "in talks" with a couple. Today we semi-attended an open jam night at a coffee shop that will remained unnamed in hopes of scouting out a drummer. I say semi because upon discovering that this so-called "open jam" night was nothing more than a group of 6-7 middle aged, tragically nostalgic "musicians" playing improvised acoustic jam-band music while an equally nostalgic "singer," with little adherence to "melody," delivered his ostensibly avant-garde "poetry" over the top of it all- As soon as we discovered that (one look through the window), we decided our dream drummer was likely not amongst the mid-life crisis unplugged Jack Kerouac Phish-heads and decided we should go home. The other day, we tried to record a demo of a new song. Since there are only two of us, we were forced to record the drum part separate from the other tracks and due to our collective proclivity towards a push-pull inconsistent rhythm, recording said drum part after the fact was near impossible. Alas, we had to pack it in, call it a day, retreat from our grandiose dreams of recording this particular demo and again- go home. All was not lost however as each time we play, we become more familiar with the songs; themselves becoming more fleshed out. So maybe there is some silver lining within this immense churning sea of disappointment and failure (i'm being super dramatic, things are actually going pretty well). Who knows?
Every time I sit down to write this blog, I tell myself that this entry, this particular entry will be straightforward and succinct, and every time I look back over it I realize that I have failed miserably. As an apology, here's my favorite youtube meme:
If you read the comments you'll see that most people find this terrifying abomination "adorable." I find it deeply unsettling (unsettling like [prepare to get similied! Shika brah] that part in that one Korn song where the singer starts making noises that sound like Kaspar Hauser throwing a bizarro temper tantrum). I'm not sure anybody has ever found this little easter egg but if you go to the "info" section on our facebook page and click on the link to our supposed website, it will take you to this video (a horribly twisted sort of rick-roll).
Anyway, all's well. We've developed a few more tiers to the drummer-finding plan and we'll see how that pans out. Somewhere, a music video for "Sage" is in the final stages of post-production waiting to be loosed upon the world. Hopefully, all you huddled masses yearning to see this video will be able to see it relatively soon. Here's that Korn song:
Hopefully, you guys don't actually like Korn and just want to understand that awkward analogy I made so unless you love the sound of down-tuned 7-string guitars and hyper-masculine earnestness, skip to 2:24 seconds in.
Eww gross, I feel slimy after being bathed in Nu-Metal. Check this out instead
Thanks Titus Andronicus, no longer are washes of digital distortion and growls of white-boy dreadlocked alienation wallowing in my pores.
See ya
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