Should be ready around abouts the time we hit Melbourne in October...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Should You Fuck A Guitar?
Drums, well, Smokin' D finished up a while back, didn't he - and of course he celebrated as only the very young can (that means until the sun comes up and his mommy gets real worried).
Bass gone down like a man off a bridge and no shingles were ever gonna stop Mr. Fraidy Cat.
Long time in and Ol' Blacktooth has wrangled and strangled his guitars.
"You know Skyship, how it was kinda modern? Now it's old and dirty..." he said to me just earlier today and that warms my phlegm coated heart. For some reason, if I say I fucked up, it means bad, but if you fuck up a guitar, it's the best thing you could ever mention. And that is just what has happened.
This weekend, we're gonna have a picnic and play with snakes.
More soon.
WH
Bass gone down like a man off a bridge and no shingles were ever gonna stop Mr. Fraidy Cat.
Long time in and Ol' Blacktooth has wrangled and strangled his guitars.
"You know Skyship, how it was kinda modern? Now it's old and dirty..." he said to me just earlier today and that warms my phlegm coated heart. For some reason, if I say I fucked up, it means bad, but if you fuck up a guitar, it's the best thing you could ever mention. And that is just what has happened.
This weekend, we're gonna have a picnic and play with snakes.
More soon.
WH
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Medicine Show. Rock Show. Other.
I got a job working for a medicine show this week, not a word of a lie there. I'll put the kazam back in your pants if you follow my drift. Mighty rough, rough, rugged nights ahead for us all and tonight is a schedule conference regarding the running of this here record making undertaking. Unfortunately, I think that I will be detained up on a soap box, learning how to cajole and flim flam - like I need any help with that.
Saturday afternoon will bring respite, albeit briefly. We hit the Annandale Hotel alongside a bunny warren of bands - including our fine, fine friends, Hell City Glamours and Run! Hide!.
We're on just before 5pm and there will be give aways not only of Skeleton Demos but also compilation CDs featuring tracks from the bands on the bill. Also, get your grub on beforehand, as there is a silver coin donation BBQ running before the bands start.
Monday, terrible Monday - young Smokin' D hits the kit for the first day of multi-tracking. If he doesn't get it done by Tuesday, huge serpents will devour our bankrolls.
But it won't come to this, of course.
Much Love
WH
Saturday afternoon will bring respite, albeit briefly. We hit the Annandale Hotel alongside a bunny warren of bands - including our fine, fine friends, Hell City Glamours and Run! Hide!.
We're on just before 5pm and there will be give aways not only of Skeleton Demos but also compilation CDs featuring tracks from the bands on the bill. Also, get your grub on beforehand, as there is a silver coin donation BBQ running before the bands start.
Monday, terrible Monday - young Smokin' D hits the kit for the first day of multi-tracking. If he doesn't get it done by Tuesday, huge serpents will devour our bankrolls.
But it won't come to this, of course.
Much Love
WH
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Ol' Grizzler
I've been thinking about my beard; not just my beard, but beards & what they mean to the world.
There was a time when we had beards because we had nothing better to shave with than stone. It was cold and the wind whipped the chins of children, we grew beards and were warmer, in fact, it became a sign of adulthood and wisdom.
Ancient philosophers grew beards and it was part of their professional appearance. The knights Templar were charged to crop their hair short and never cut their beards as a sign of humility and lack of untowards physical vanity. Now, I shave my head for the sake of vanity and have a proud beard.
Vagrants and drifters have beards for a combination of reasons - lack of vanity, lack of a shaving kit, warmth, insanity - maybe they are time travelling philosophers of a classic age (or from some derilict paradise of a future).
How are we seen, men with beards? To shave or not to shave now, that is my question.
There was a time when we had beards because we had nothing better to shave with than stone. It was cold and the wind whipped the chins of children, we grew beards and were warmer, in fact, it became a sign of adulthood and wisdom.
Ancient philosophers grew beards and it was part of their professional appearance. The knights Templar were charged to crop their hair short and never cut their beards as a sign of humility and lack of untowards physical vanity. Now, I shave my head for the sake of vanity and have a proud beard.
Vagrants and drifters have beards for a combination of reasons - lack of vanity, lack of a shaving kit, warmth, insanity - maybe they are time travelling philosophers of a classic age (or from some derilict paradise of a future).
How are we seen, men with beards? To shave or not to shave now, that is my question.
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