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Name: david
Location: Texas, United States
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| shane.
so yeah. that's shane. he's having a good day. it being the first full day and all. you can tell this just by the look he is giving my camera phone.
so here's what's happened so far:
1. i ate donuts from a bag.
2. toni and i took our car in to the shop to have the windshield washer fluid reservoir replaced and the oil changed.
3. jeremy finished tracking drums for "can you feel it". (at least that's what i think it will be called. who knows. things change. but for now, that is what we call it.)
4. we ate lunch at uncle dan's. wow.
5. we went to take back the truck that shane had rented to bring all his gear down.
6. a man with very few teeth told shane that where he had been told to return the van, as printed on his budget rental agreement, was not the place to return the van.
7. shane discovered it was hard to be upset at a man with very few teeth. just because it's hard to form regular angry thoughts while staring into unexpected absent spaces in someone's mouth.
8. mark (shane's assistant) went to his hotel room to edit drums on the first track.
9. painters came to the house and put another clear coat of varnish on the upstairs sleeping porch. (that has nothing to do with the recording but it is no less true.)
10. i hoped aloud that the man with limited denticles did not have internet.
11. jeremy started tracking "o for a thousand tongues to sing".
12. i said a few things to the effect of: "holy crap!" and "oh my freaking yes!" attempting to indicate that the sound of the drums was large, very large in fact and what was being played pleased me greatly.
13. mark came back from his hotel room with edited drums.
14. i went in the house and drank a milkshake.
so that's pretty much the day thus far. of course some of the previous may be out of order, like it is true that number 8 happened prior to number 5, 6, and 7. and also hogan was here for awhile getting files to work on violin parts. and there is also the part about mike d trying to fix my internet so the cameras are more stable and uploading properly. that part i left out. but the funniest part that i didn't mention was when jeremy returned from lunch and locked his keys in his car while it was still running. i just felt it inappropriate to mention since it might denote more than typical absent mindedness on his part and that would just be wrong. except that he pointed out that this has happened on 3 other occasions recently, which would negate my previous modifier of his absence of mind.
we are now importing mark's edited "can you feel it" drums.
commence to jiggling. | | |
| it looks like this is actually going to happen. i really can't believe it. but sure enough, shane and mark (shane's assistant this time around) spent the day unpacking the rest of their gear and plugging it all in. the lights are blinking and the nag champa is burning and i'm beyond thrilled. it was our intention to kick things off tomorrow but with the sweet smell of incence mingling with the warming electronics we were powerless. this evening after dinner we dumped the first protools file from one of our harddrives to one of shane's. so let it be declared that we have officially begun. yes. it is true. the 5th greatest recording of all time (or at least documented human history) is now underway.
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| ok. you may have been wondering we're we've been. well, we've been preparing. and now the time is upon us. so, like the ditty declares, "here we go." we are moments away from recording our next full length album. we will again keep a few blogs running, keeping you up to date with the progress, pictures, videos and such. we will also have webcams running the entire time. yes, webcams. this way you can watch me eating at the kitchen table while mike d plays the bass. yes. absolute delight shall soon commence. i'll let you know the link for the webcams as soon as they're up and running. shane (our fearless engineer) pulled up moments ago and we have unloaded all his gear and have begun plugging it in, soldering what was damaged in transit, and debating what we shall dine on later. i can't believe we're about to do this! | | |
| just got back from a cruise. a cruise, as in a boat, upon the ocean, on which we played music. it was the “k-love friends and family music cruise” and, wow... speechless...
anyway, while in the middle of the atlantic ocean we had no mobile phone service or internet. actually, we were, theoretically, intended to have both, but i couldn’t figure out how to work either of them in international waters. lots of numbers and passwords and more numbers and, but that’s not the point. here’s the point: toni (my wife) and i just returned home and immediately commenced the typical routine, upon return – consume food items at ninfas, retrieve ground mail, observe progress on our house being remodeled (yes, the dr. pepper house), discuss how old we will be when it, said house, is actually finished and livable, transport our travel-bags (luggage) to “the barn” where toni and i currently reside since the house is uncompleted (nor will be before i am 47 and toni is 45 apparently), remove my nonsensically vivid-orange-laptop (recently emblazoned by 2 munificent stickers) from its holder, observe and respond to email, observe guestbook entries on the dc*b website, removing any stupid bot-oriented-spam or over-exuberant entries by, say, my mom, observe my happy-little-blog, located here, which upon this occurrence lead me to amazon.com book review entries, which then, lead me to tears. you people...
i mean, i must say, it is an unbelievable thing - to mention a thing, rather in passing, board a boat, bound for atlantic islands unknown, then, return home to dry land to behold names which i recognize, and know, and know well, conveying such things as were conveyed. i literally cried. i am weak. seriously, thank you for taking such time. unbelievable...
here are the fantastic words offered for which we are grateful...
this little book is a tough little sale, being about death and bluegrass and all, and you won’t know how this helps, or how much it meant to me and hogan to read your name and take in your kindness. seriously, thank you.
but, the real question is, obviously, who’s stickers are on my orange laptop, anyway? am i right, or am i right?!
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| ok, speaking of reading...
it has come to our attention, via the higher ups, that it would do us a world of good to have you submit reviews for the book hogan and i recently penned. apparently it will prove really helpful in the overall distribution of the book. we are told that if you can create a substantial buzz, then, apparently book stores get really excited about stocking it. this would be a good thing. so please, if you've read the book and have kind things to say, CLICK HERE IMMEDIATELY to lend your voice to the matter.
if you haven't purchased the book yet, kindly show your heart felt support for what we're trying to do here! CLICK TO SHOW YOUR LOVE!!
and lastly, if you haven't seen this yet, you must do so now. the video of hogan and i is just stupid delightful. CLICK HERE for absolute joy!! | | |
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