Itunes write up

I got this idea from someone else’s post but whenever I tried to reblog it it kept linking back to theirs so I’m just making another post.

How Many Songs: 1180

Sort By Song Title
First Song: About As Helpful As You Can Be Without Being Any Help At All- Dan Mangan

Last Song: 2000 Light Years From Home- The Rolling Stones

Sort By Time

Shortest Song: Stranded- Red Hot Chili Peppers
Longest Song: Joey- Bob Dylan

Sort By Artist
First Artist: AC/DC
Last Artist: The Yardbirds

Sort By Album
First Album: Accelerate- REM

Last Album: Voodoo Child: The Jimi Hendrix Collection- Jimi Hendrix

Death: 6
Life: 31

Love: 53
Hate: 1
You: 123
Sex: 1


Random Thoughts:

- THE WALL - In sealing off the corner of the room, the tightness of every single drum mic has noticeably increased.   The reduction in room reflection is extreme.  In particular the snare: I was all, “Wow, that’s dry as fuck.  Where my reverbs?”

Next Up: I’m going to cover the duct directly above the kit in egg cartons to see if that softens some of the 2k-10k harshness in the overheads.

- CUBASE 5 - (for win7) - Holy Hell.  Loving it.  This machine (Thinkpad w510) is so much faster than the last (Thinkpad t60) it’s loco.  The bundled plugins are fucking great.  Just using presets on their Eq and Compressor (full AND multiband) on the various drum channels, I was able to dial up a stupidly tight sounding mix.  (probably a little too “pop musicky” for what I usually want, but it’s a great damn start.)

Next Up: Assembling plugins.  I’m not going to worry too much about getting all the Waves plugins I’m accustomed to using and focus more on seeing what kind of new stuff is available.  This is also when I make sure I’ve got all the new fun amp and cabinet simulators loaded.  The guitar processing is where this new machine should start really shining compared to the last one.

- PLUG-INS and SIMULATORS - Whew.  Still trying to wrangle a pile of shit to fuck with.  Downloading and hunting. —- *time passes* —– Fuck me with a cactus.  So many new toys.  Relative to the point in time when I started using computers for music, this is the future.  The future, in this case, is pretty fucking kickass.


Still need to get the speakers and receiver handled.  Need to build more makeshift shelves and get the big TV outta my bedroom down here.


KID KOALA: Moon River

Super Moon this weekend, guys.

I spoke with Courtney Barnett and gosh, if I was lukewarm on her before… sigh. On her frank songwriting and deliver:

“I just try to do what comes naturally,” Barnett says. “I let the words roll out of my mouth, and I play whatever matches that on guitar. The minute I start thinking about it, it becomes contrived.”

Peep the whole story o'er at Creative Loafing. Maybe I’ll see you at her show next week at The Loft?

02.20.15 // pore strip people

Earlier this week, I volunteered to help my manfriend clean his rather unfortunate kitchen. While balls-deep in Butthole Surfers, cheap malbec, and on my second steel wool, he innocently asked, “Is this…OK with you?” I think, since cleaning is traditionally not the most party time task we get to experience in life, he thought surely I was cursing him under my breath. But…guys, I’m kind of a pervert.

Caroline accidentally named it about a month ago when we were kicking it with bourbon and Kevin on my couch. I’m not sure how it came up, but I was trying to recall an OxiClean commercial—you know, those ones from the ‘90s when that bearded dude crouches next to a sickly-looking light brown bathtub and is all,“YO WATCH THIS,” and when you do, you see him swipe a perfect white scar, cutting through the scuzz. “HOLY FUCK,” 8-year-old me thought. Caroline nodded knowingly as I detailed all of this. “Oh yeah,” she said. “Biore pore strip people. I’m one of those, too." 


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CASSANDRA JENKINS: Wild World feat. Delicate Steve

My day was warm and mellow and unrushed. (Sure, I got to enjoy my first experience on the receiving end of a kill fee, but so it goes. On the flip-side, I developed a super dope sandwich I plan to repeat often in the future [toasted sourdough with garlicky hummus, sprouts, spinach, kosher salt, and a hearty spritz of lemon juice].) Hope yours was, too.

This cover is gorgeous. Good night.


STEVE GUNN: Wildwood

I went to a WASP-y high school and attending youth group was a fairly popular, non-geeky Thing To Do — especially at Killearn Methodist or Wildwood Presbyterian. 

I grew up Catholic, my family frequenting early Sunday mass within the stained glass Blessed Sacrament structure. But I tried out the protestant youth group with their PowerPoint presentations and acoustic guitar. It was very different from the rigid, pious practice that had become a beloved habit — Wildwood and Killearn’s lighting felt too bright and I couldn’t get excited about peanut butter-eating contests.

I was slipping away from Christianity in my early-/mid-teens but I was still trying to find some sort of footing in any of the three churches. I was trying to feel something, to believe.

It didn’t stick, but you can never fault someone for trying to believe in something — religion, love, magic. It’s worth trying.


JORGE BEN: Força Bruta

I’ve been jamming pretty hard on warm-sounding, easy shit lately (combined, obvs, with way too much Dirty South trap shit). Try this Brazilian jazz album on for size. Add a kitten sleeping in your lap for an optimum listening experience.

Also lately: for the first time I can really pinpoint in my adult life, I'm really enjoying time alone. Dropping the needle on a solid listen, opening a window and sipping bourbon while attacking a baking project. Or streaming an album for work while laying belly down over some comics. 

I miss my friends up north something fierce. I’m thrilled to have retained and made some amazing friends down here, too, but that count is significantly lower. I don’t actually mind it. It’s opened up a lot of time for myself and things I want to do and relaxation in general.

Remember, guys: Leisure isn’t a sin. Go find a porch and sit on it today. At least for a little while.