Archive for April, 2010

bone aching wet.

Friday, April 30th, 2010

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the brave.

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

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Margot,

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Roger,

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Tom,

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Blowfish,

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and the executive roof deck in the mission.

space and freedom for all.

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

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Olympic Glyn Johns overload.

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

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room 237.

Monday, April 26th, 2010

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crepes.

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

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eight.

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

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Everybody, I love you.

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

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sextacular, sextacular.

Monday, April 19th, 2010

An uneventful Friday night was interrupted by an old friend who called out of the blue and asked if I could hop in his auto in 20 minutes to take some pictures of a gig he was playing.

Sure, what is it?

This burlesque thing, sort of.  It’s fun, you’ll see.

With enough time to spool up a few rolls of film, I was out into the rain and off to see a show.

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Fun night indeed.  A great band fronted by some fab choreography, flaming hula hoops and acrobatics.  Always make time for girls who can fly through the air.  More info here!

swamp cabbage for christmas.

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

58Nothing quite beats the early morning experience up at dawn, abbreviating whatever one calls a brief period of sleep after a night of heavy, holiday, family reunited drinking.  Speeding through the Florida mist, pedal to the floor, stephen stills led the charge and it was everybody I love you  that made the lifting the clutch in second at 50 miles per unsafe hour to make a 90 degree left across the two lane state road into this mess just that more exciting.

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know you got to run…

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a swamp at dawn is something to behold.

1Its nice to watch the mist burn off the pacific over late morning coffee in the summer from a balcony in Santa Monica, but there is something pretty magical about watching the mist dissipate over hundreds of acres of two foot deep water whose source is solely precipitation.

76This of course, is the only part of Florida thats worth a damn (excluding *maybe* the carnival storage lots and accompanying freak show land locked trailer parks), but its nice to enjoy it while we still can.

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I came out here with my brother who wanted to record some birds, dinosaurs or Southern Florida remote criminal activity for his blog.  Hear it!

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The highlight of the morning for me, if such a thing is possible, was hanging out with this hawk for a while.  Growing up on several hundred feet of bedrock, it was nice to see a raptor that I could somewhat relate to.  Twenty eight mil’s doesnt do so much to project the size of this bird, but it was surely a man sized meal of a hawk.  Not quite barn owl madness, but real big for a killer bird.

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That was the coolest predator I saw out here.  Would have been a whole lot cooler if I saw The Predator, I have always figured that the medical kit he keeps in his left arm is probably pretty rad to check out up close, but no such luck.  Predator vs. South Florida has some potential to be a real good script…

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know you got to hide.

the los angeles solution.

Monday, April 12th, 2010

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Sabbath, Keef, and the absurd perfection of the Guy behind the Tree.

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

I hit Manhattan in afternoon traffic today, its been a while since Ive massaged my love affair with my audi’s second gear and its clutch pushing my left foot closer to freedom.  At a top speed of thirteen miles per hour at six thousand rpm, electric windows low on the first warm spring day, I sat stopped mid span on the bridge of george washington swaying in the undulating suspension stress, blasting the journey of the weedian to nazareth as loud and as in time as my auto allows.  Met with the kind of inquisitive looks of boredom that only sitting stopped in traffic can produce, this record set the perfect tone for the evening ahead.

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After the sun set, I briskly limped down to what will likely be my high moment of April 2010 cranking that A side again and, attempting to skip home two hours later, it was clear that no celebration would be complete without letting the hifi work it out for itself.

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On the heels of deep discussion of origins, fate would have it that Paranoid lurked directly below Jerusalem.  Out of all the art direction meetings people have had, Im betting  nobody has probably ever had a better one than Black Sabbath.

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so he just comes out of the woods?

yeah, but there’s like, THREE of him.

three?

Yeah, he’s coming out of the woods to face it full on, three times, but the third time he gets there he’s just like, melt down freak out face.

but why does he have a sword?

It goes with the shield and pink tights.

You want to put a sash AND a cotton cape on a guy with pink tights?

No, on all three of him.  Well nine, really.

Hey guys, sorry Im late, I brought my helmet, why the bloody hell you need this?

yes!

Im not getting this at all, whats the helmet for?

Look, he’s got that nappy dready thing happening, right, with the beard too, the helmet is to protect his doo.  Plus, when he has that freak out face the helmet is gonna make it look real cool.

No its not, it has my Dad’s scooter club logo on the front of it, dirty bunch of geezers.

Fuck you bill.

Stop you two.  Its gonna be blurred cause there’s three of him and its at night.

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I bet that Chip Monck probably knows someone to do the illustration.

NO!  Check it, this is the best part:  we’ll just cut it out of some craft paper, throw it up on the stand and shoot it.  It’ll be awesome.

you want to cut the lettering out of construction paper?

Well, no, IM not going to do it, but I have a nephew that can do it for us.

what kind of art director cuts a band name out of heavy cotton paper?

Wait, Im still confused about the three guys on the cover.

Its all the same guy.

and he has three swords?

well, just one, but its like three.

He showed up to battle who again?

Six or seven of himself, we’ll put those on the back cover.

And thats why he has the freakout face on the front cover?

Yeah, cause he’s like, if Im gonna battle myself, Im gonna outsmart myself and show up with THREE of me to fight myself.  But myself pwns him and shows up to battle with like six myselfs and when he sees that myself outshined him, he melts down.

heavy.

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a battle against duality man, fucking paranoid.

mate, you know that warner just completely censored the lyrics to walpurgis and made us write the whole thing over and re record it, even rename the motherfucker; you think they are gonna let you put three versions of one guy fighting a battle in pink tights with eight versions of himself on the cover?

Its six versions, but they are on the back cover and the battle is really implied anyway.  But Fuck warner.

yeah, fuck warner.

yeah, and los angeles too.

yeah, fuck los angeles.

maybe he should be battling los angeles.

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Tony, does your cousin still have his world wrestling championship belt?  Do you think he might let us borrow it for the inside cover photo?  That would be smarty smart, and we can put Oz on the other panel alone, to you know, balance it.

Why the hell cant I just stand in the middle of the stage like every other singer?

Because I have less fingers than you.  So Im standing in the middle.

Fair enough, but why do I have to be off all alone on the cover too?

Its not on the cover, the guy in the pink tights with the shield is on the cover.

When did he get a shield?

When you were getting your dad’s scooter helmet.

Oz, you are on that panel alone to balance the wrestling championship belt fingers is wearing.

why cant I wear the belt.

Because you got the shirt with the stars on it.

Fuck you man.

Fuck YOU ! !! ! , all I got was a magic potion satchel to hang off of my belt, I wore this shirt at the Manchester gig last week.

Well fuck all you guys, if I have to be on a whole panel by myself, Im taking this fucking cross.

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Ok fine, take the cross, but now we are going to have to shoot it on a grassy knoll.

Great, so now I have to sit, in grass, all because I took the starry shirt?

Fuck off Bill, you only got the shirt because your dad had the helmet.

I don’t know man, it looks like the myself on the back cover has the freakout face too.

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Thats exhaustion.

Exhaustion?

Yeah, they are all attacking.  It’s tiring.

The guy behind the tree doesn’t stop them?

No, look, the guy behind the tree, he’s the whole cover, and you cant even like, see him at all.  Thats the first thing everyone is gonna ask when they see the cover, “what about the guy behind the tree”, but thats the beauty of it, the guy behind the tree that you cant see, he IS the guy.

And there’s only one of him?

yeah.

and its like, his imagination?

no.  his paranoia.

whoah.

heavy.

paranoid.

yeah.  people will write about this someday, we are changing the world, you’ll see.