So I’m incredibly antsy. Ever get that feeling? Maybe its because its a holday week. Maybe its because I was traveling in the past several days, who knows. So, while we’re here together at our little informal web meeting, lets discuss some things.
There is a beeping in the ceiling of the studio right now, and I have no cle where its coming from. I timed it, its 1 min apart. We ripped out all the ceiling tiles to find it, alas, nothing. Its driving me crazy, like that chinese water torture shit, which I never completely understood, but I’m pretty sure its close to this.
I made my triumphant return to Boston this weekend after a long hiatus. In order to make up for missing the Warsaw show last tuesday, I was determined to see at least one other Northeast Wilco show on this tour. And when the idea of attending the boston date came up….well…..Chinatown bus here I come. But alas, there would be no Sketchtastic bussing. Since I am a big time professional, just plain Rollin In The Ducatis, I took the train, which was wonderful.
I met up with my homegirl Missy, who I had not seen in many years, since my past life as a Biker Assassin. (come on, basically the same thing)
The only comment I really have, is that the band translates well to any venue I have seen them in, except Madison Square Garden. I felt a little less a part of the show than when I was 5 feet from the stage (we were WAYYYYYYY in the back in boston) but still, there was excitement in the air. Glen slowed down behind the kit, which was nice, and the Tweedy made his usual comic stage banter.
I woke up the next morning at 5, on a couch in Allston, to a cat sitting on my chest, staring me down. This is quite a predicament, considering I am allergic to felines. But for some reason, I lived, and was also not hungover. The amount of beer we consumed was astounding, mainly because I am not a beer person.
The next day was spent stomping through the old stomping grounds, and led to some interesting realizations. I don’t know if this goes for everyone, but the area you attended school in loses a certain feeling after you have left. I was looking for that excited “Back To School” Thang, and it was nowhere to be found. I wandered past my old dorm….which is now….(take a guess) LUXURY CONDOS, like everything else on earth. My school sold the entire side of campus which contained badass old buildings, and built some ugly ass eyesore in the Starbucks part of town. I even took my old route of travel out to my old apartment, still, nothing. It was just as if walking any street in any city. very strange. So, childhood is dead, whatcha gonna do about it, punk?
I’m going to make an awesome electronic album, thats what.
My friend BUD is a true original. There will never be another like him, and I’m pretty sure he’s the first of his kind. One of God’s own prototypes. Too weird to live, to rare to die. ( I stole that, its not mine, look it up) We went to his house in Cambridge, known as The Fort. In his room, is a 5,000$ leather couch, and a pile of electronics. After a demonstration of various circuit bent instruments (casio keyboards bascially Frankenstein-ed…its a verb, deal with it) We began an impromptu jam. My instrument was the Commodore 64, one of the first PC’s ever….turned into a Bass Synth. I am pretty sure I left the planet for a few minutes, and entered an Alternate 1985 reality. The roland TR909 which i picked up for the BUD in Brooklyn was our beat, along with a TB303, and on synth pads and leads…none other than the SH101 KEYTAR. Yeah, you heard me right. It was beautiful.
When we finished, It was decided that we would record an album over a weekend, and its going to blow all of your minds.
Thats it for now, this thing in the ceiling is still beeping, and I have no freaking clue what it is.