Thankfully I had the presence of mind to document a few seconds of the experience of editing the Diamond video; I think this evening I discovered that the thing that actually gives you a headache is how you look up and your eyes focus to infiniti, taking in the scenery, then down to the laptop - focusing on artificial light that's roughly 2' in front of you...
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
NW day umm, well...
It's a little confusing at this point which day it is - I think yesterday and today count as a single day.
We had a really cool morning/afternoon yesterday walking around Seattle, soaking up the absolutely wonderful weather, then drove down to olympia ... and it might take me a few days to be able to properly describe the madness that was started by shitdog.
I shall gather my thoughts, try to remember the ordering of events and post an exhaustive one when we get back(which is a bit sooner than expected), that has lots of videos and live bits.
Fuckin' bejesus!
-t
We had a really cool morning/afternoon yesterday walking around Seattle, soaking up the absolutely wonderful weather, then drove down to olympia ... and it might take me a few days to be able to properly describe the madness that was started by shitdog.
I shall gather my thoughts, try to remember the ordering of events and post an exhaustive one when we get back(which is a bit sooner than expected), that has lots of videos and live bits.
Fuckin' bejesus!
-t
Saturday, May 24, 2008
NW tour day three pt. 2/walkin' a round
A short photo essay(Seattle is always gorgeous whenever I come here, as if it's trying to hug me and get me to stay):
coffee
pike's
coffee
pike's
NW tour day two pt. 2/driving...
Despite being stuck in the van, I managed to put this little video together. editing is a pain in the ass when you're in a moving vehicle.
Enjoy !
Other than that, not much to tell as most of the day was in the van. The show was at Jules Maes Saloon, the oldest bar in Seattle; We played with a dude named Nole, who almost jumped out of his friggin' skin he rocked so hard, and watching Hazelwood Motel was like seeing a friend that you really like but for some reason don't spend enough time with - and then sean and I were treated to shots by a very intoxicated girl who said she just got a job as a bartender and couldn't believe how much money she made. I saw the inside of her wallet as she bought my shot(Sean deftly slinked away) and I really hope she was keeping some of her money elsewhere because she had about $6 left. Should I feel bad? Sean pointed out that we are touring, and not making loads of money, or at least not telling people we're making loads of money. I woke up with such a lovely hangover this morning that I left my wallet in the apartment we stayed in - so Andrew bought my breakfast AND an afternoon beer/sushi break as well. What can I say? I'm unemployed.
Enjoy !
Other than that, not much to tell as most of the day was in the van. The show was at Jules Maes Saloon, the oldest bar in Seattle; We played with a dude named Nole, who almost jumped out of his friggin' skin he rocked so hard, and watching Hazelwood Motel was like seeing a friend that you really like but for some reason don't spend enough time with - and then sean and I were treated to shots by a very intoxicated girl who said she just got a job as a bartender and couldn't believe how much money she made. I saw the inside of her wallet as she bought my shot(Sean deftly slinked away) and I really hope she was keeping some of her money elsewhere because she had about $6 left. Should I feel bad? Sean pointed out that we are touring, and not making loads of money, or at least not telling people we're making loads of money. I woke up with such a lovely hangover this morning that I left my wallet in the apartment we stayed in - so Andrew bought my breakfast AND an afternoon beer/sushi break as well. What can I say? I'm unemployed.
Friday, May 23, 2008
NW tour day one pt. 2/Flying M
The show was really fun - Sean and I bought beers at the 'big smoke' and I literally had to lay all the way down in the van and guzzle the second half of it because there were young children everywhere. But the windows are tinted. But the van was RIGHT out in front. Anyway, I felt slightly ... like an alcoholic. And I was a little buzzed so I had to get a coffee. we'd set up shop for blogging purposes while we enjoyed Kinetic:
I felt that we played wonderfully - pretty tight, only very minor mistakes. There's something about playing shows out of town that is easier. No one has any expectations - the guys said I should always feel like that, but still ...
anyway - the two girls sitting in front are Emma and Chelsea; they were really funny, and made us feel very appreciated. They hung out afterward and we all made a lot of really lewd jokes!
The Flying M even went to the trouble of spelling our name right, multiple times, and writing some really nice advertisements for us trying to get people to stick around. Since the show was pretty good, we felt pretty tough:
-t
I felt that we played wonderfully - pretty tight, only very minor mistakes. There's something about playing shows out of town that is easier. No one has any expectations - the guys said I should always feel like that, but still ...
anyway - the two girls sitting in front are Emma and Chelsea; they were really funny, and made us feel very appreciated. They hung out afterward and we all made a lot of really lewd jokes!
The Flying M even went to the trouble of spelling our name right, multiple times, and writing some really nice advertisements for us trying to get people to stick around. Since the show was pretty good, we felt pretty tough:
-t
Thursday, May 22, 2008
NW tour day one pt. 1/"Signs of Boise"
Calico has ventured forth !
We got to somewhere in Idaho(I say somewhere because I'd just taken about a half hour nap judging that I missed most of the Ricky Gervais/Stephen Merchant podcast we were listening to - which by the way, I highly recommend!) and filled the tank, I walked over to what seemed like an impromptu band meeting by the pump, and Sean said, "wouldn't that be sweet if it stopped at $100.00 even?"
..and it did. I'm not fucking with you, it did.
I didn't just get lucky and not shake when it got to one hundred. We speculated afterward that maybe the pump was programmed to only go up to $100.00, but I assume that if the lcd screen can read $100.00 it could potentially read $999.99 just as easily... this was entertaining to us. Liam has told me it was a place called "Mountain home".
Upon arriving in Boise proper, Liam began reading aloud every sign possible - he gets excited. Turns out he had every reason; I've never seen such consistency in weird signs and graphics. Here are some of the winners:
Sean, holding it down, in front of the big smoke, which you'll notice has some damn cold beers..
...on our way there, Sean instructed me to photograph this truck, I said, "damn, that's one helluva truck":
Then he asked if I saw the sticker...
Later, we saw this church:
and...
Really, ANY occaision?
ok. enough of that. We played at the Flying M tonite, and it was really, really cool. Hopefully we're getting beers with the operators right now... on to the show.
ALSO-
the wordpress blog (andrew) and the myspace blog (brady)
Brady is working on something bigger so the myspace blog might not get as much care for the time being... (end)
We got to somewhere in Idaho(I say somewhere because I'd just taken about a half hour nap judging that I missed most of the Ricky Gervais/Stephen Merchant podcast we were listening to - which by the way, I highly recommend!) and filled the tank, I walked over to what seemed like an impromptu band meeting by the pump, and Sean said, "wouldn't that be sweet if it stopped at $100.00 even?"
..and it did. I'm not fucking with you, it did.
I didn't just get lucky and not shake when it got to one hundred. We speculated afterward that maybe the pump was programmed to only go up to $100.00, but I assume that if the lcd screen can read $100.00 it could potentially read $999.99 just as easily... this was entertaining to us. Liam has told me it was a place called "Mountain home".
Upon arriving in Boise proper, Liam began reading aloud every sign possible - he gets excited. Turns out he had every reason; I've never seen such consistency in weird signs and graphics. Here are some of the winners:
Sean, holding it down, in front of the big smoke, which you'll notice has some damn cold beers..
...on our way there, Sean instructed me to photograph this truck, I said, "damn, that's one helluva truck":
Then he asked if I saw the sticker...
Later, we saw this church:
and...
Really, ANY occaision?
ok. enough of that. We played at the Flying M tonite, and it was really, really cool. Hopefully we're getting beers with the operators right now... on to the show.
ALSO-
the wordpress blog (andrew) and the myspace blog (brady)
Brady is working on something bigger so the myspace blog might not get as much care for the time being... (end)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Calico's weekend in the NW
Me and the boys are leaving tomorrow morning for the top few of these:
and then coming back on Monday - we might be playing up to six shows or only five - depending on how sunday goes, as we might get to play a show with Carcrashlander(!) - I shall be updating this blog with pictures, show recaps, and so forth kinds of entertainment.
t
and then coming back on Monday - we might be playing up to six shows or only five - depending on how sunday goes, as we might get to play a show with Carcrashlander(!) - I shall be updating this blog with pictures, show recaps, and so forth kinds of entertainment.
t
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
we're totally sisters
City weekly's blog talks about the Open Mic and mentions Murder Pussy! Me and a bunch of cool people made it for the 48hr Film Festival a week ago. Leave a comment if you like it:
t
t
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Me, pissed?
Yes. It seems I've spent more time being very, very angry in the last week than I've spent sleeping. I don't think I'm as far as having an actual anger 'problem', or as bad as needing to see a therapist in order to channel or quell the anger. I think part of the problem was a truly amazing string of things that just bugged the fucking piss out of me. May hasn't exactly been the best month so far - although I can point to several things that have been really nice, even inspiring. But I've discovered an ironically beautiful marriage of stubborn decisiveness and a quick-to-turn-foul temper that makes me really lay into people as soon as I see even the slightest reason to do so. Last night a certain thing happened that kept me tossing and turning in bed until sometime around 4am, all the while cataloging each of my many character flaws, or alternately telling myself I had every right to be mad and to have called someone out on their insane bullshit and that I really am a good person. This is not a good place to be in; on normal nights where I couldn't sleep I would stay up writing or thinking about an art project - but late night self-torture has got to be the most pathetic way to waste time. I get a very odd kind of depressed. The weirdest, most randomly inconsequential thing can snap me completely out of it.
I haven't had a lot of money to spare lately and have had no shortage of things to spend money on, and so I've been intermittently thinking about how America is sort of based on opportunism, and sort of carried by bold entrepreneurs. I'm hoping that I'm correct in saying that, more often than not, people strive to come up with a good idea to make money off of, or design something people need, and then sell it to them. But on the fringe is this zone where the commodity is unpleasant at best. Seriously, some people make money off of things that seem to be all kinds of bonkers. An ex-girlfriend of mine had a system where men would pay money to watch videos of her feet. In a way, that's brilliant right? I mean, yeah, not a service that the mainstream really needs but, a market existed and thus someone was wise enough to take advantage. Then I read this, about some "professional spammers" who got caught after they sent loads of messages that would re-direct myspace users to gambling or porn sites, and somehow this would turn them a profit. Really? So, wait, you make money by pissing people off? Really. Umm, good job. Maybe even the kind of job where eventually a bunch of young justice-seekers will pummel you in a men's room and then not steal your wallet, but instead choose to completely cover you in their urine.
That feeling of guilty depression I'd recently experienced (which had been sort of taking a nap somewhere inside my right ear) craned it's neck up, blinking it's eyes...
...then the next thing I read was this, about a sports memorabilia dealer (I mean fuck, isn't there enough sleaze in the term 'sports memorabilia dealer' ?) that's recently penned some God-awful tell-all book about how O.J. Simpson fessed up to him, one night when the two of them were all partied out, that he really did commit a double murder, and that somehow there was something that O.J. did to puff his hands up so they wouldn't fit in the black gloves. [I have to laugh every time I think of that video that was relentlessly played on the news of O.J. standing there with his arms outstretched in an uncomfortable sort of way - Johnny Cochran standing next to him also looking kind of confused - and how O.J.'s face seemed to say "why the hell would anyone put things like this on their hands oh my god what the hell are these things that fit partially over the better part of either of my hands this is southern california you idiots my hands are really not cold at all". Remember?] Anyway, the sweaty man who sells over-priced autographed footballs is in trouble with the IRS and has painstakingly spent the last 13-odd years writing this 232 page book about how he actually helped O.J. escape a guilty verdict in the trial. With that much time having passed, releasing this kind of book is sort of akin to punching capitalism in the groin while it wasn't looking. Thievery in a way. But people will buy it, and the guy will make a load of money from it.
and suddenly, I'm not such a bad guy !
I haven't had a lot of money to spare lately and have had no shortage of things to spend money on, and so I've been intermittently thinking about how America is sort of based on opportunism, and sort of carried by bold entrepreneurs. I'm hoping that I'm correct in saying that, more often than not, people strive to come up with a good idea to make money off of, or design something people need, and then sell it to them. But on the fringe is this zone where the commodity is unpleasant at best. Seriously, some people make money off of things that seem to be all kinds of bonkers. An ex-girlfriend of mine had a system where men would pay money to watch videos of her feet. In a way, that's brilliant right? I mean, yeah, not a service that the mainstream really needs but, a market existed and thus someone was wise enough to take advantage. Then I read this, about some "professional spammers" who got caught after they sent loads of messages that would re-direct myspace users to gambling or porn sites, and somehow this would turn them a profit. Really? So, wait, you make money by pissing people off? Really. Umm, good job. Maybe even the kind of job where eventually a bunch of young justice-seekers will pummel you in a men's room and then not steal your wallet, but instead choose to completely cover you in their urine.
That feeling of guilty depression I'd recently experienced (which had been sort of taking a nap somewhere inside my right ear) craned it's neck up, blinking it's eyes...
...then the next thing I read was this, about a sports memorabilia dealer (I mean fuck, isn't there enough sleaze in the term 'sports memorabilia dealer' ?) that's recently penned some God-awful tell-all book about how O.J. Simpson fessed up to him, one night when the two of them were all partied out, that he really did commit a double murder, and that somehow there was something that O.J. did to puff his hands up so they wouldn't fit in the black gloves. [I have to laugh every time I think of that video that was relentlessly played on the news of O.J. standing there with his arms outstretched in an uncomfortable sort of way - Johnny Cochran standing next to him also looking kind of confused - and how O.J.'s face seemed to say "why the hell would anyone put things like this on their hands oh my god what the hell are these things that fit partially over the better part of either of my hands this is southern california you idiots my hands are really not cold at all". Remember?] Anyway, the sweaty man who sells over-priced autographed footballs is in trouble with the IRS and has painstakingly spent the last 13-odd years writing this 232 page book about how he actually helped O.J. escape a guilty verdict in the trial. With that much time having passed, releasing this kind of book is sort of akin to punching capitalism in the groin while it wasn't looking. Thievery in a way. But people will buy it, and the guy will make a load of money from it.
and suddenly, I'm not such a bad guy !
Thursday, May 01, 2008
sarcasm gone awry
Sarcasm is a tricky thing. If people don't interpret your sarcasm as sarcasm, then you're in trouble.
I don't really think the bonus clip has any merit(technology backfires on me all the time), but it seems like in the first part she thought she was on Colbert instead of O'Reilly...WTF?
I don't really think the bonus clip has any merit(technology backfires on me all the time), but it seems like in the first part she thought she was on Colbert instead of O'Reilly...WTF?
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