PFFFF(F)T! @ the chat room, 5.18.2008
we cleared the fucking room last night. _twice_. but then we came back and redeemed ourselves. wish we'd had a soundman 'cos william bryan massey III was there when we started the first time and it woulda been nice to have had him flow some verse over the jams. oh well. ray liberio was _the only human being in the house_ for the second set. (by the end of the first set, all that was left in the room besides us was the bartenders.)
tony chapman scored a nice chet atkins gretsch that's a beautiful piece of wood but a feedback monster. maybe it was the opening blasts of feedback that scared the folks off. dude told me later that all the ppl on the patio liked our shit, it was just too loud. strange, because i'd swear we were louder the week before. hembree tried hanging his microphone from a rafter this time. we'll see how the recording turned out.
in between sets, tony told me stories about ghostcar bandleader (and long-distance remote control spiritual advisor for this project) karl poetschke and drank his beer out of a shot glass. clay stinnett painted a drum head for wyatt adams from the burning hotels, then had to listen while wyatt gave him shit about the pentagram on his t-shirt. we talked about the impossibility of getting girls via playing free improv. clay said it'd been working for him for years, but i pointed out that he was young and cute.
like the black dog (r.i.p.), the chat room doesn't seem to come to life until midnight. maybe that's why every band i ever saw play there (with the exception of cadillac fraf) sat around waiting until 11:30 before they started. matt said tony and i are playing more washes of sound and less notey, rhythmic thangs and i allowed that maybe we're learning how to play with each other. we sounded punkier and angrier than the first two times -- clay's been on a nirvana kick, and we were talking about melvins and hip-hop on breaks.
a few minutes into the third set, eric harris (ex-yeti) showed up and plugged in his shit. i've been trying to get him out to jam for over two years. matt said it was like a warm fuzzy wave of sound emanating from eric's side of the stage (or floor or whatevah). he played some beautiful melodic stuff. hope he comes out to jam with us again. next time will be 6.29.2008, the day after my b-day, with jeremy hull subbing for matt while hembree's in tennessee.
tony chapman scored a nice chet atkins gretsch that's a beautiful piece of wood but a feedback monster. maybe it was the opening blasts of feedback that scared the folks off. dude told me later that all the ppl on the patio liked our shit, it was just too loud. strange, because i'd swear we were louder the week before. hembree tried hanging his microphone from a rafter this time. we'll see how the recording turned out.
in between sets, tony told me stories about ghostcar bandleader (and long-distance remote control spiritual advisor for this project) karl poetschke and drank his beer out of a shot glass. clay stinnett painted a drum head for wyatt adams from the burning hotels, then had to listen while wyatt gave him shit about the pentagram on his t-shirt. we talked about the impossibility of getting girls via playing free improv. clay said it'd been working for him for years, but i pointed out that he was young and cute.
like the black dog (r.i.p.), the chat room doesn't seem to come to life until midnight. maybe that's why every band i ever saw play there (with the exception of cadillac fraf) sat around waiting until 11:30 before they started. matt said tony and i are playing more washes of sound and less notey, rhythmic thangs and i allowed that maybe we're learning how to play with each other. we sounded punkier and angrier than the first two times -- clay's been on a nirvana kick, and we were talking about melvins and hip-hop on breaks.
a few minutes into the third set, eric harris (ex-yeti) showed up and plugged in his shit. i've been trying to get him out to jam for over two years. matt said it was like a warm fuzzy wave of sound emanating from eric's side of the stage (or floor or whatevah). he played some beautiful melodic stuff. hope he comes out to jam with us again. next time will be 6.29.2008, the day after my b-day, with jeremy hull subbing for matt while hembree's in tennessee.
posted by stashdauber at 8:41 AM
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sorry i had to leave early. it was loud, but not leaving the room loud. i just had evening plans to keep.
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