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/ FEBRUARY 2007
+ FEB 20th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Apostle Of Hustle - National Anthem
Of...
I was made
aware that the last three of four entries have all been logged under the
year 2006. Whoops. You know how that happens for the first
couple weeks of a new year? You write out the date and habitually,
you keep putting the previous year on it. Of course, that one
instance finally knocks it into your brain after you write the plumber a
cheque for the wrong year. Sorry bud, no 2-4 and carton of smokes
this weekend, eh!!?? So I don't know what my problem is....
Things are going fast and furiously (but beautifully) in the studio these
days as we march march march to a March final tracking deadline. I
try to avoid hard deadlines, but this time out I really want to be faster
and more spontaneous with the recording process. I don't want it to
linger on and on and be so crazy obsessive about it. We put in tons
of work on the front end, writing, re-writing, arranging and challenging
each and every thing...so now it's like, "let's lay 'er down!"
Rob and I have established a lot of efficient and creative ways to work
that are the best use of each other's time, but also produce the best
results. So it's been pretty dynamic and satisfying and more of a
co-production relationship than originally planned. Bottom line is
it's working well and I couldn't be happier about it all. I've got
my MOFOmobile editing suite really cooking now, too. We track
track track, then we start going though what we've got. Some of the
stuff we edit and compile on the spot while it's fresh and tasty like hot
cross buns. Other things things like bass or parts I can load up and
take home to edit with my lovely Cookie nearby. "Hi, do I still live
here?" I says. "Who are you again?" says my sweet.
Ahhh....cohabitation.
Here's my new *analogy:
making a record is the musical equivalent of building a deck on the
weekend with your friends. You assume it's just gonna be a lot of
standing around and drinking beer. The truth is, you have to roll up
your sleeves, and then do a lot of actual work. Everyone has
strengths and skills that will ebb and flow and vary with the task at
hand. After a lot of work and decision making, hopefully what you
end up with is a nice solid structure that will hold up under the weight
of whatever you put on it.
My new deck -- I mean record! -- is totally gonna hold up even if Drunk
Fat Uncle Donnie from Jersey shows up with a side of beef on his shoulder
looking to use my BBQ...
"Aaaay-oh, you turkeys want a faggin' kabob ova hee oh what!?"
*NOTE* I
actually HATE analogies, so I apologize for using one. To be honest,
I just wanted to work in a phonetic New Jersey accent, so that's why I did
it. Analogies are like saying "hey stupid, you couldn't possibly
comprehend my radical genius ideas, so I'll dumb it down for you by
comparing them to something your pea brain can grasp."
Hey...writing a song is a lot like baseball. Sometimes you step up
to the plate and hit a home run. Sometimes you strike out.
Sometimes you chug beers and eat hot dogs by the fistful while you perform
"the robot" shirtless on the Jumbotron.
Oh, now I get it. Thanks.
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
+ FEB 15th, 2007
NOW
PLAYING:
Royal Wood - A Good Enough Day
People Are
Strange #21,783:
I returned to the locker room after the gym, and there's this large fella
sitting in his underoos hammering back orange slices and Reese's peanut
butter cups. Kinda defeats the purpose, but OK. So I obviously
looked at him strangely because, stuffed mouth be damned, he felt the need
to immediately clarify:
"Hrmmph...need energy, hrmpph."
I can't remember needing that kind of energy since those grade 4
dodgeball showdowns at recess. Shirts and skins!
So I went to shower and he went back to ramming his grille with much-needed
energy supplements. After his workout, he went upstairs to his computer, and wrote in his weekly
tech blog:
"I
had a real good workout today. Just beforehand I sat in the locker room in my sexy underwear
and hammered back
orange wedges and Reese's peanut butter cups...some guy came in and looked
at me funny, but whatevs. I put on my sweatpants, and went out and
really rocked that skipping rope. Oh yeah!"
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
+ FEB 9th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Paul Simon - Paul Simon (Remastered)
Maybe this stuff happens to you, too?
I have the uncanny ability to walk
into confined public spaces/elevators/shared washrooms etc. just after
someone fouls the air and leaves. It never fails. For example,
someone on the elevator before me who totally reeks of BO, or dropped a
little stink bomb on there and escapes! I enter and like clockwork, the
thing stops at every floor, picking up people. I'm always tempted to just
say "it wasn't me..honestly." But doing so would just confirm
it to them that you are, in fact, the douche bag who fouled up their clean
air.
Isn't it awkward enough to be on
an elevator with a stranger - that 7 seconds of intimate aloneness neither
one of us asked for? Isn't there enough pressure via the various social
assumptions you already know they're making about you? Appearance is
usually enough, without adding ownership of existing, questionable odors to the equation. I
curse my dumb luck and wish it could just go back to simpler times where
an elevator "partner" might only think:
a) I like their shoes
b) yeah, those are horrible shoes
c) kinda ugly
d) kinda cute
e) serial killer
f) ew, chronic masturbator
Add 'smelly pig' to any of the
above and it's a no-win situation. Assumptions are fast and cruel in
the anonymous elevator game.
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Best case scenario:
you stepped in dog poo and ruined those cute shoes.
+ Worst case scenario:
your stench is either due to poor hygiene associated with chronic
masturbation, or because, clearly, there's a human head in your bag.
Here's another thing to support my
claim. Building
management at my studio's location have recently installed these little automatic air
freshener things in every washroom. They've got a timer on them and say,
every 15 mins, they launch out a little spray of this (supposedly) nice
smelling mist that freshens the air. OK. "So what?",
you ask
I drink like 4000 cups of water a
day, so as nature would have it, I make very frequent stops at the washroom. Literally like clockwork, every time I go in, the spritzer goes off and
this
fine layer of this mist settles onto me whilst I pee. For the rest of the
day, I'm paranoid that each person I come in contact with is saying "I
think that guy buys his cologne in the Home & Garden section at Canadian
Tire" behind my back.
Much Love & Clean, Odorless Air,
COOP
+ FEB 5th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Josh Ritter - Hello Starling
Had a real
nice weekend up north. It snowed like crazy on Saturday right
through until Sunday. We got snowed in pretty good. Normally
that kinda thing stresses me out, but it was the first real
snowfall we had seen all year so I kinda dug it. Yeah, it was the
first time I had shoveled snow in years, too. Hooray for condo
living!!!
My folks put a sweet hot tub in their back yard a few months ago, so
Cookie and I sat out there on Saturday night and relaxed as little piles
of snow collected on our heads. The backyard is really private, all
lined with tall, snow-covered trees...it was really beautiful. This
is the kind of winter living I could get used to. Then I slept like
bear.
I also went out for a walk with my camera and took a bunch of chilly,
winter-y pix of various snowy things (ie above). It was the first
time I really trekked around for the sole purpose of taking photos in a
few months. Some happenings on my photo trek:
+ I ran into some wild turkeys, but didn't get a decent snap. I
tried to coax them back by complimenting them on their brand of bourbon,
but no such luck.
+ Soaked my boots and pants. Guess I shouldn't have drank all that
water before heading out.
+ Got hit in the forehead with an acorn by a couple of angry squirrels.
How was I supposed to know they were doing it? Sneaky buggers!
Oh - "cheeky buggers", I should have said. That would have
been better. If only there were some way to delete these words as I
type.
Been on a brief recording hiatus as Rob tended to some touring, playing
some solo shows throughout the northeast US. We start back into the
sessions hardcore tomorrow night and rock clear through February, so it's
gonna be a really good and productive month. Lots of goodness to
come.
I'll try my best to keep y'all updated. Even just to lay down some
fresh poop jokes or tell you when my pet unicorn does something funny.
Oh man, that guy cracks me up.
Much Love & Stuff,
COOP
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