so today was a day of music! lovely!
i spent the morning unproductive, fixed my computer and re-installed Microsoft Word. Got on the horn (redneck laugh) and discussed the upcoming semi-fetish photo shoot my friend and I are doing... I'll try to post some here when they are done...
digression is the mother of all creativity.
but
first
music
we had the second punk band meeting and first real songwriting session - we pumped out three half-complete songs in an hour and got a band name picked out/
the 1st song is a straightforward 90s boston influenced hardcore punk piece making fun of the state of punk... the main line is: this is just another punk song... bleh bleh it's been done before, I know this
the 2nd song is called Mayakovsky's Head Wound and mixes in an old sample of the reading of a Mayakovsky poem on Soviet Radio and the lyrics will consist of part 1 of A Cloud in Trousers and his suicide note love poem.
the 3rd song, I somehow channeled the speed of a thrash punk singer and learned to breath through my nose while singing (finally!), no title but it will be an abusive, anti-goverment, anti-war song.
the band is called: The Firey Arms of the Lusitania
the names that got beaten where: Choke the Somme with Ashes, NKVD (pre-KGB Commisariat Police force during the Russian Civil War and early pre-WW2 Russia), Anais (after Miss Nin), Pull the Trigger, and Makhovsky's Black Army (after Ukrainian Anarchist leader)...
so after that, I picked up the turntables and went over to a buddy's house where we ate Ahi sashimi and did an impromtu jam-session that was part punk, part reggae, part turntablism. It was a blast just fucking around and making it sound good for four hours. I got to learn a little on the guitar and drums, while I taught my friend's roommates how to do flares and crabs on the good ol' record player.
that was my evening and day, very relaxing and refreshing. my throat hurts from ranting and yelling for the punk stuff, but it's gonna be fun. we're making uniforms and red armbands with black crosses (as in the Black Cross Organization) airbrushed on them. And we're going to play stupid propaganda videos from the 50s in the background for more visual stimulation than one needs. so very excited I am
i spent the morning unproductive, fixed my computer and re-installed Microsoft Word. Got on the horn (redneck laugh) and discussed the upcoming semi-fetish photo shoot my friend and I are doing... I'll try to post some here when they are done...
digression is the mother of all creativity.
but
first
music
we had the second punk band meeting and first real songwriting session - we pumped out three half-complete songs in an hour and got a band name picked out/
the 1st song is a straightforward 90s boston influenced hardcore punk piece making fun of the state of punk... the main line is: this is just another punk song... bleh bleh it's been done before, I know this
the 2nd song is called Mayakovsky's Head Wound and mixes in an old sample of the reading of a Mayakovsky poem on Soviet Radio and the lyrics will consist of part 1 of A Cloud in Trousers and his suicide note love poem.
the 3rd song, I somehow channeled the speed of a thrash punk singer and learned to breath through my nose while singing (finally!), no title but it will be an abusive, anti-goverment, anti-war song.
the band is called: The Firey Arms of the Lusitania
the names that got beaten where: Choke the Somme with Ashes, NKVD (pre-KGB Commisariat Police force during the Russian Civil War and early pre-WW2 Russia), Anais (after Miss Nin), Pull the Trigger, and Makhovsky's Black Army (after Ukrainian Anarchist leader)...
so after that, I picked up the turntables and went over to a buddy's house where we ate Ahi sashimi and did an impromtu jam-session that was part punk, part reggae, part turntablism. It was a blast just fucking around and making it sound good for four hours. I got to learn a little on the guitar and drums, while I taught my friend's roommates how to do flares and crabs on the good ol' record player.
that was my evening and day, very relaxing and refreshing. my throat hurts from ranting and yelling for the punk stuff, but it's gonna be fun. we're making uniforms and red armbands with black crosses (as in the Black Cross Organization) airbrushed on them. And we're going to play stupid propaganda videos from the 50s in the background for more visual stimulation than one needs. so very excited I am