The restroom at the Space in Hamden, Connecticut, appropriately tagged. Not that there was a lingering presence of poop or anything, it really was quite pleasant. Flowers planted in the urinal though…
Feeling stressed. Money’s tight, somehow, suddenly, even time is tight. Most of this is illusion. Most of this isn’t a big deal. Everything works out because that’s what Life does. Just listening to yourself over and over again is enough to get anyone down.
In any case, I’m sorting ilyAIMY recordings from about a billion different Live shows over the past two years. All the banter, all the weirdness – I Love going through that stuff… “We’re not always coherent, but we ARE always charming. Like a retarded puppy.” Awww.
A meteor shower? Or another blurry photograph of the excitingly (yet dimly) lit Space? Unfortunately, my camera died earlier in the evening and I’m quite worried for it. It seems to be gummed up or something, so I’ve been trying to take pictures with my phone. It’s not a satisfying device.
Right now I’m listening to a version of Hands with Rowan’s bones coming up and through my vocal mic and my voice doing it’s best grrrowly as I yell “get your GRRRRRIND on!!” I have NO idea where this is recorded. Probably College Perk. I’d have to look it up, though. It’s funny. This seems like a great performance, but you can’t hear Heather’s drum real well, and you can’t hear Sharif’s bass at all. The biggest problem recently has been making sure that Heather’s djembe comes through the recording and that Sharif’s bass isn’t overpowering… what the HELL am I doing?!!!? That was COOL!!! Wah pedal too!!? Oh NO!
