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O! K! L! A!

The search for the perfect contact mic continues today at Petosa's where I'm sure we will be greeted with contempt for wanting to amp a violin. A asked me if many rock bands have used electric violin. I didn't have the heart to mention David Cross' disasterous turn in King Crimson. GEEK ALERT!!

The Reverse album continues to gain steam under it's own momentum. The latest track "You Look Tired" is being slapped together very quickly, but it's taking time away from my planned Rogers and Hammerstein medley.

Speaking of Reverse, Reverse Audio is looking at another tight turn-around time for the Greek language CD I am doing for my biggest client, Chow Foods. As usual, our production meeting went long, fuled by beer and pizza. The only thing I can clearly read from my notes is this cryptic entry: And then Phillip of Macedonia says, "That's no sheep, that's my wife!"

Is anybody diggin' on the Film School EP? Does anybody care?
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    Pinback - summer in abadon
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Kidney Bingos

Sadly, Miles Davis doesn't really work at 7:30 in the morning. Well, I suppose it would if you were up all night drinking and smoking. I was supposed to go pick-up shopping with A for her violin, but guess who was up all night drinking and smoking? I'm sure Kind of Blue would make more sense to her this morning than it did to me.

Anyway the shopping trip has been moved to noon, giving me time to plan Summer and Fall quarters at Shoreline to complete my degree in nano-technology.

I have to choose between going to Music Theory every weekday morning for most of the summer or Digital Audio one day a week for three hours. I think I'd rather go every morning in the summer and brave the winter one day a week. Never mind about how I'm going to pay for all this. I'm thinking of selling a kidney. Can you do that on-line?
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    Bowie Low
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New Year, same old denial.

As always, my new year's resolution is to quit smoking. And, as always I'm sticking to it.

Christmas Presents for myself:
Siouxsie and the Banshees The Scream re-issue CD -
A long time coming, and worth the wait despite it's $35 price tag.

The Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy DVD -
"What if I told you I'm not really from Guillford?"

Brian Eno Ambient 4: On Land -
Already a favorite. May replace Sleeps with Fishes in survival kit.

My Wife -
In her devil-red "victory pants."
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    Eno, Ambient 4
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Every 28 Days

Just a couple of things:

1. Congratulations to GRAVE DANGER for their 3rd place 2005 season victory. The team and I have a few things in common: We look good in red, and we have the same captain.

2. johnnydarco, and I have finished the first draft of our coming-of-age Breakfast Club in space screenplay, and it's pretty awsome.

3. RIP Charles Rocket. Suicide, my ass! You know Larry David has something to do with this.
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And Another Thing...

I know I never post anymore, but think of it this way: You've been able to avoid a lot of the "filler" that you used to see here clogging up your f-list with my day to day crap. I suspect that in the last six months you have been spared the following:

Several amusing anecdotes about the cat being gassy.
Really weird things my parents have bought at street fairs
A delicious salt cod recipe.
Pictures of my cock.
My personal feelings about Tom Cruise. Would he think that I am a jerk?
Confusion over a co-worker who comes in everyday even on his day off and then looks at me funny if I say "see you tomorrow!"
Poetry about rivers and kittens.
Selections from my Burning Man 2004 journal.
Gee, another CD re-issue of a record that "saved my life." That's really interesting. YAWN!
Publicly asking for forgiveness for being grumpy-drunk.
Meandering diatribe about why they should stop making Batman films. Yeah, I know the new one is supposed to be OK, but would it kill you raise the bar a little?
People and their fucking eggs. Jesus.
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Dear World Bank,

What with Live 8 coming up, my wife and I thought we'd drop you a line about another debt relief problem, namely Ours.

This year alone Mrs. Rant and I will have accumulated several thousand dollars in debt, and while this may not equal the billions of dollars that several of these African nations owe you, we urge you to consider this: Would an extra 10 thousand dollars thrown our way really break you?

It's not like we have to re-build our infrastructure, or create a civil service sector. We have hot and cold running water in our apartment and several grocery stores and fine restaurants in our neighborhood! You wouldn't have to worry about bribing governments, or getting elected officials assassinated. Heck, we think Kissinger's okay! Innocent until proven guilty right?!

As you read this letter I know what you're thinking at this point, but we're already one step ahead of you! Several weeks ago I contacted the remaining members of Pink Floyd
and asked them to re-unite and do a benefit for us. While they insisted that drummer Nick Mason was alive and well, they wouldn't be doing any benefit shows in the near future for "individuals." A cryptic call from someone claiming to be Nick Mason confirmed for us that he's not dead. Nick added that although he's available for weddings, he wouldn't be doing any benefits without the other guys. He also suggested we save our money, or get better paying jobs. What a jerk!

Mrs. Rant and I don't have rock star money, nor do we have the resources of a small developing nation that has agreed to hold supervised elections in exchange for interest-free foreign aid. What we have is a huge amount of debt that we accumulated simply by trying to live our lives as good, healthy, American consumers.

Won't you help? Bob geldof would, if he wasn't so busy with that other thing.

Love,

- The Rants
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Spring FWD

To be honest I don't really miss the hour anyway. I feel that I'm better off without it, and I'm glad that it brought me to a challenging place where I would have to do without the extra 60 minutes of sleep, or whatever else I would have done. Truth be told, it was a bit of a relief not having to do anything.

Now more than ever I am convinced that it didn't really want to be around for me to include it in my daily routine. It could give a shit that I needed the extra time to read the new New Yorker or that chapter on Can in The Ambient Century. Heck, I've got a DVD I could watch, but I guess it just couldn't be bothered with doing something so boring with me.

I'm really glad it left. I'm glad it's out of my life.

In fact, when it comes crawling back on it's hands and knees in the fall, I may just tell it to fuck off.

I know I say it every year, but this time I'm really going to do it.

Really.