Archive for October 2004

I have lived in this apartment for nearly ten years, longer than any single residency prior. I’m moving in four days of my own volition. I have yet to pack my first box. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa… My family moved three weeks later. We lived in Waldorf, Maryland, until I was four.…

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I woke up, launched ProTools, and began recording. Then I took a cab to Control One Studios and worked on my new record, ‘Love And Other Indoor Games.’ When I got home, yup, you guessed it, I recorded some more. What is wrong with me? (That’s rhetorical. Spare me your emails.) Tony and I re-recorded…

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Rare is the approaching subway that doesn’t make me wonder, just for a second, what would feel like to be run over? It’s not that I have a death wish. Not at all. It’s just that there’s a rogue crazy that pushes the random straphanger onto the rails once and a while. So I think…

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In a massive excavation of all of my previous recordings, I found gobs of goodies for the Friends of BWD, LLC. And I found more. A whole lot more. It might seem a little shameless, my recent pluggs for my new CD, my (as Ted calls it) “Ginsue Knife Special” approach to fundraising (see below,…

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Poor Mix Master Kev. You think I’m burnin’ the candle at both ends? Kevin’s in, like, four bands, plus running the studio, plus the day job, plus he has to put up with me and my sick new addiction. I am addicted to Eggz. Eggz are black plastic egg-shaped purcussion instruments that sound wicked awesome…

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I stopped by Dough’s rehearsal space Saturday night and met the band’s puppy, Queenie who showered me in rough-tongued kisses. Puppys’ll do that: clean or not, dressed up or down, busted and broke, they’ll love you. Unconditionally. My friends are like that too — the tongue notwithstanding — and I have some great ones. Kevin,…

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I’m in the iso booth, headphones on, strumming a second voicing to ‘Long Shot’ on my Martin and I think, ‘Huh, this sounds like a rocknroll record.’ Kev and I spent a few hours in the studio tonight adding some incidental parts to the new record. Here’s the latest news: The title of the record…

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The failure of cell technology spelled sushi for one tonight. And while company would have been nice, the relative calm of my Hell’s Kitchen apartment is a welcome refuge. And that’s really all I need for tonight: refuge, rest, and maybe a bowl of ice cream. I’m not dealing with, say, Rwanda size discord. The…

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I am a shitwatcher. I watch shit. I promised Nick “The Reverend Nikoli Volkov” Dedering Smith that I’d title my blog “Shitwatcher” after snubbing his previous post suggestion on “CDs as semi-permenant plastic tatoos.” See, The Smith Family was packing up from yet another performance, this time at Two Boots in (surprise) Brooklyn, when Nick…

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