8.31.2005

Going Postal

"I was just insulted at the fucking post office, of all
places to be insulted. She told me to stop looking at
her while she was counting money, and stop making that
noise (I got the sniffles, ok?) I said sorry for
being a human being. She said humans don't make that
noise, only animals do. She's an idiot on so many
levels I didn't even know what to say."

- Big Dave Wave

New Orleans 2005 - America's Future



Just watch.

8.23.2005

8.22.2005

Oh, the Hype!!!

So, Tiger Woods gets shat upon for leaving the PGA Championship on Sunday night with a "clubhouse lead" over five world-class golfers who did, in the end (at least four of 'em), beat Tiger in the Monday finish (DLIII tied for forth with Tiger). "Tiger left early" blared the collective sporting press.

Phil Mickelson won the PGA by a stroke over two golfers. And, Phil was crowned Tiger's next challenger...we've heard this before, right? Phil beat Tiger by two strokes. Tiger tied for forth. Phil's a ten Major winner alright.

So, a week later, Tiger wins the NEC and much is forgiven. Wins by a stroke after some "difficulty"... $1.3 million in the cookie jar, preservation of #1 ranking, money leader, etc. Wins by a stroke, but he had much "difficulty."

But, no mention of Big Phil, right? The challenger, right? Big Easy. Lefty. Where was Phil at the NEC? Oh, Phil shot plus ten (+10). That's 17 strokes, kids...tied for 51st. Fuck!

8.16.2005

11 for 44

all basic/foundation tracks complete.

now: post production

11 tracks; 44 minutes

8.15.2005

9 for 39

nine tracks and counting. 39 minutes so far.

much work ahead; or maybe not.

8.14.2005

"I like it THIS way!"


Daddy, you look like 'Tiny Daddy!'

Too Damn Hot...


...for creepy ass, annoying lizards.

8.12.2005

Gentle Ben

"What kind of drives me to spend so much time on this type of thing is, I really have a kind of fixation with not being forgotten when I’m dead."

- Ben Tolman

Here

And Here

8.08.2005

I Am The Walrus

So, the Middlespace has been closed for a week. Being really sick on one’s ass doesn’t help get albums produced. Not a complaint, just reality. I want to work, but since I can’t hear or sit or think…makes it hard. But, never a waste. More equipment en route. More ideas to ponder. Space to breathe.

But, now that I believe I’m on the downhill side of the illin’, I did have a chance to listen to some tunes last night – I listened to world class, mainstream, popular, professional singles:

Gary Numan – Cars
Devo – Jocko Homo
Jimi Hendrix – Are You Experienced?
Stevie Wonder – I Was Made to Love Her
The Rolling Stones - Emotional Rescue
ELO – Don’t Bring Me Down
Kool and The Gang – Hollywood Swinging
Curtis Mayfield – Theme from Superfly
Elton John – Bennie and the Jets
Aerosmith – Nobody's Fault
Etc.

But the most significant rediscovery I processed was, “I Am the Walrus” by the Beatles.

What the hell was that?! I know this was amid the Paul-is-Dead hype, but what the fuck? Genius on so many levels. Accidents, goofs, etc.

“Let the fuckers work that one out…” – J. Lennon

Crunk

"Say, we's 'bout to get CRUNK up in here, yo!"

If the loose definition is "CRazy" and "drUNK" - I suppose L'il Jon has nothing on the Bren.

"Whoo-whaaat?!!"

8.02.2005

emptyknot

This is Dafe. This is Dafe's tongue.

8.01.2005

Sampling

William S. Burroughs was interrogating the universe with scissors and a paste pot, and the least imitative of authors was no plagiarist at all.