jason

It's been far too long since you've read what I have to say.
I know what you're thinking. It's always too long . I feel it too.

Well, we've begun the part of the album which involves the four of us undulating our throatular muscles to create musical tones. It's going wonderfully. As one Michael Phillip Wojewoda (MPW) was wont to say upon completion of one track "it's perfect, we're done". At least that's how I remember it.

More to the point, I would like to divulge a Quinzy vocal track trick*. I would like to lay it out in the form of a baking recipe (this is the point when we find out if I've ever seen a recipe).

Step the 1st: Remove Microphone from metal and foam chest.

Step the 2nd: Confirm that microphone doesn't smell like "Old Scuba Gear" (if mic does smell like old scuba gear you should probably reconsider what you're doing with your mics).

Step the 3rd: Place said microphone at one end of moderately sized room

4 (that "step the whatever" stuff was getting old): Place four men who have seen or spoken to no one but each other at the other end of moderately sized room

5: add two teaspoons of nutmeg

6: start track

7: Yell in any given key (hopefully the one the songs in)

8: leave to cool on windowsill or a wooden ledge likening itself to a windowsill.

9: Serve in moderation... with a dollop of real whipped cream.


So now you know. Or maybe that didn't make any sense at all. I'll tell you one thing. If you forget the nutmeg you're screwed.

'til next time.

So we have a single day left at Canterbury.
We will most certainly miss The Canterbury studios and the Jeremy Darby that comes along with it.
They say that 1 is the loneliest number. I think that 5 is the loneliest number. As in 5 sweaty grumpy smelly men in the control room of a studio.
If it weren't for Bacchus roti and the sweet ale of southern Ontario I fear that the compelling arguments put forward by cannibalism would have been considered (I hear if you buy the right olive oil...).

On a more serious note. Cabin fever is most definitely not settlin' in. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't sleep super close to 3 awesome dudes every night (if you can guess the 1 true statement in this sentence I'll give you a sweet stick of beef jerky).

On the professional front. We're all pretty excited about the album we're makin'.
We're getting a lot of good sounds and I think if we put them all together we'll have great songs, and I hear if you put about a dozen of those things on to some sort of laser disk people will buy it.

that's all for now. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. if not let me know. I am always available via comment.

Well if it isn't you. Come to read another installment. No silly, I won't be making some sort of metaphor or long winded conversation on a heavily Internet researched topic. My issue today is that of people who think it's a good idea to have highly personal conversations via cell phone on public transit.
I thought I had left it behind when I crossed provincial borders and entered Ontario. After all that is the sole reason I left Winnipeg for this somewhat extended period (there might be something else I'm forgetting, but I don't think it's all that important*).
Apparently, however, people have the same penchant for this type of behaviour in cities with adequate means of transit.
Just so you know what I'm talking about I'll give you an example.

person on bus: "Is this some kind of joke to you?"(at this point you should be imagining a voice of Marge Simpson type quality screeching at unbelievable levels.)
person on other line (i can only assume): "Uh No. What? Should it be?"
p.u.b.: " YOU KNOW WHAT. CALL ME BACK WHEN YOU'RE READY TO HAVE A SERIOUS CONVERSATION" CLICK
p.o.o.l. (i.c.o.a): "Okay... Wait, was that the right thing to say? wait [CLICK] baby I'm just really stoned. I don't know what I was saying. Hello? Did you hang up? I just have to call Chet and then I'll call you back. Hello? See ya."

The point is this. I'm not saying that it is wrong that people have these conversations (it is), and I'm not saying that these people should have broken up months ago (they should have). I'm just saying that I don't want to hear about it while a Toronto Transit Commission driver gives me constant whip lash**.

That is all.





*Its an album. I just remembered. An album.
**I probably don't want to hear about it at all if I'm being honest.