Seven 9s and 10s

No steelopus at CHSH

halfbakedidea replied to your photo: GPOYW It’s been a day.

Why am I not meeting you this weekend at CHSH. This makes me sad.

Two official reasons:

  1. Airfare from Rochester to Chicago never dipped below $300 in the 4 months that I searched.
  2. I only have 4 vacation days left to last me until July 1st.

One very real reason:

  1. I don’t really have any desire to meet people in largely impersonal group gatherings like this. 5 people or less, please. That’s my limit. More than that and I don’t learn enough about everyone else and everyone else doesn’t learn enough about me.

Reasons that weren’t originally reasons but have since become reasons:

  1. I still have eleven 40 in 40 songs remaining.
  2. My friend Brian’s Cake cover band has their first gig on Saturday night.
  3. It’s playoff hockey season.
  4. I’m currently investigating options for either a mid-atlantic road trip or a southern california jaunt in June to catch some David Bazan shows and that will likely use up my vacation time and spare change.
  5. Work has become insanely busy within the past two weeks and there is no end in sight.

Anyway. I’ll meet all of you someday. Until then, you’ll just have to trust me when I tell you how awesome I am and how great I am in bed.

High-res radiochantier: Steve Albini I’m no fanboy, and I’m not exactly a big fan of the music he’s made, but I can’t deny that I was pretty starstruck to be sitting on a couch next to Steve Albini for a few nights. I mean… fuck… this is the dude that recorded In Utero. That album was a huge influence on me. Not to mention the countless other albums he’s touched that I’ve heard. He’s an icon. And I hung out with him for a few nights. And he said our stuff “sounds pretty good.” Yes. That’s right. He went out at 4am to get himself some Thai food. He came back. We were listening to Victory! in the studio lounge. He heard it. He asked if it was the new record. He said it “sounds pretty good.” Shit. I don’t even care if he was just trying to be nice (I don’t get the feeling that’s the kind of guy he is… if he didn’t like it, he probably would’ve just kept his mouth shut and not even asked).Anyway. It was totally fucking surreal. And it’s kind of a shame that it’s how I started 2011, because I’m not sure anything I do for the rest of this year will live up to the excitement of spending those first few days in the studio of my dreams working on the music I’ve poured my heart and soul into for the last few years.

radiochantier:

Steve Albini

I’m no fanboy, and I’m not exactly a big fan of the music he’s made, but I can’t deny that I was pretty starstruck to be sitting on a couch next to Steve Albini for a few nights.

I mean… fuck… this is the dude that recorded In Utero. That album was a huge influence on me. Not to mention the countless other albums he’s touched that I’ve heard. He’s an icon. And I hung out with him for a few nights. And he said our stuff “sounds pretty good.” Yes. That’s right. He went out at 4am to get himself some Thai food. He came back. We were listening to Victory! in the studio lounge. He heard it. He asked if it was the new record. He said it “sounds pretty good.”

Shit. I don’t even care if he was just trying to be nice (I don’t get the feeling that’s the kind of guy he is… if he didn’t like it, he probably would’ve just kept his mouth shut and not even asked).

Anyway. It was totally fucking surreal. And it’s kind of a shame that it’s how I started 2011, because I’m not sure anything I do for the rest of this year will live up to the excitement of spending those first few days in the studio of my dreams working on the music I’ve poured my heart and soul into for the last few years.

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High-res A Portrait Of The Dick Who Fucked Up Our Record (via steelopus) The fridge at Electrical Audio was plastered with interesting stuff (including a hand written thank you note from Fugazi to the studio), but this was by far the best piece. It’s full of mostly inside jokes that Steve Albini fans will find hilarious.  Click-through to see the large version.

A Portrait Of The Dick Who Fucked Up Our Record (via steelopus)

The fridge at Electrical Audio was plastered with interesting stuff (including a hand written thank you note from Fugazi to the studio), but this was by far the best piece.

It’s full of mostly inside jokes that Steve Albini fans will find hilarious.  Click-through to see the large version.