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All is lost/It's all right

Motico, my band, has been quietly (yet loudly) been recording and finishing up our album over the past few months. We finally had the recordings mastered last week (in between job interviews and cat-trapping!) The results are, obviously, awesome. This is the first time we recorded in 'real' studios and had things handled by people who know what they're doing every step of the way. Aside from one record years ago, everything else we've done was recorded in our basement, so this is very exciting.

We recorded 15 songs and will be releasing some of them on vinyl, once we pin down which ones exactly. Music purists will be able to purchases these records and everybody else can get it on iTunes in time. Until then, here's a selection from our travails:

Motico – Career Open To Talent

Thanks to Justin at Kerguelen Studios and Paul at Salt Mastering.

P.S. Thanks to Bob at Gimme Tinnitus for turning me onto the Yahoo Media Player,  it's neat!

Solid State Marty

It's been a rough week of working day jobs we don't particularly like. In my frustration, I convinced myself I needed a new guitar amp. For several years I have used a Mesa Boogie Mark III, an incredibly heavy tube amp. I fantasized about the Fender Jazzmaster Ultralight, a mere 10th of the weight of my rig at 7.5 pounds. I could take the subway to gigs! But alas, I have spent the last 11 years distancing myself from solid state amps, preferring the warm tones that only obsolete technology can give. This is not without its price. There is the aforementioned heft of tube amps (you simply would not believe how heavy this thing is), but there is also the cost of maintenance. A solid state amp is fairly reliable for years, there just isn't enough stuff in there to break. The tube amp, on the other hand, is rife with points of failure; I have him them all. Several times the amp has literally caught on fire, which while a good thing metaphorically, is less so in practice. The tubes themselves can be expensive and you're supposed to take it in for re-tubing and biasing by a professional, something I intend to do when the economy recovers.

Yes, the solid state amp sounded like a great idea. But before blowing another wad of money on more equipment I thought I should try to approximate what I'd be dealing with before submitting that order on musiciansfriend.com. So I switched on the Mark III and turned the gain down to get a clean sound, then ran a variety of distortion/overdrive pedals through it. My first real amp was solid state. But it was also a 500 watt Sunn head driving a Kustom cabinet with 2 15" bins. And even then my overdrive of choice was a Tube Driver, which has a little tube in it for authenticity.

Anyway, five minutes into this test I knew I wasn't leaving the Hallowed Halls of Tube. In short, it sucked. Tone sucking, to be specific. Whoa nelly. By not utilizing the wonderful albeit accidental tonal properties of the tube amp, my sound was reduced to a decidedly narrow sonic range. The guitar sounded like it was being pinched, the way a voice sounds in a megaphone. But then I realized, that's what stuff sounds like through the average guitar amp.

As you may know, my band has but two members. Since I'm the one with the 'melodic' instrument, it's up to me to cover some bases that other instruments normally would cover, namely the bass. What's been so great about the setup I have is that the Mesa gives great response through a huge variety of frequency ranges, obviating the need for a bassist (okay, that's debatable but throw me a bone here!). When I set up the amp, solid-state style, all the range collapsed back to the usual frequencies one would expect of a single electric guitar. It was all twang and no oomph. Sure it would probably cut through the noise of a band but without that low end, well, it seemed pointless.

Was this a conclusive test against buying a solid state amp? No, I mean, I suspect that some solid state amps paired with the right speaker can deliver all the stuff I'm talking about and probably some stuff I didn't know I needed. But the experiment built back some of my appreciation for the rig I have now; in effect, it just saved me $1000. After good guitar tone, nothing moves me more than saving a load of dough.

I don't wanna live to be thirty-four

Buzz and I played a brief set at Club Europa last night, but not the club you might have seen many notable shows in the past (Shellac, Melt Banana, Lightning Bolt). No, our show was down on the ground floor. Turns out a couple weeks ago Europa renovated the lower bar and turned it into a little venue in its own right. Gone is the pool table, gone are the tables and tubular metal bar stools. The bar has been shortened, lights have been dimmed, red velvet banquettes brought in and a somewhat awkwardly-designed stage has taken their place. This came as a relief to me, I had been dreading the thought of our lil two-man operation trying to plug away in the cavernous upstairs space. Best of all they didn't charge a cover, marking 2 locations I now know of (along with GBM) that have free shows around here. I don't know if they'll keep that up there, but it was a fun time.

After the show we scampered over to Club Exit, where the F Yeah Fest was winding up its tour. The headliners were the Circle Jerks, yet another reunited band from days of yore back on the sing-for-your-supper circuit. Keith Morris still has the voice, but those dreadlocks are nasty. I guess, better than a mohawk, extremely long, scroungy white-guy dreadlocks are the ultimate physical proof that you probably don't have a regular day job. They could still play pretty fast, though they played a version of "Back Against the Wall" that bordered on reggae, it was so slow. How odd. Odder, they closed the show by playing what I figure was every single song that Morris performed when he was a founding member of Black Flag. At first it was cool, but then it just got weird. Why so many Black Flag songs? They're awesome songs, and I like Morris' voice way more than I ever liked Rollins (though my favorite Flag vocalist is still Ron Reyes), but it became like a bizarre idol-worship move, having the Circle Jerks play backup to the "An Evening with Keith Morris" show.

Perhaps the weirdest thing, however, to come out of this show was the revelation that the very fat, Cpl Henry Blake-style fishing hat, and mountain-man beard was none other than ZanderSchloss, whom geeks like me might better recognize as the character Kevin from Repo Man (the super geeky guy Otto works with at the grocery store).

Takes abuse but he never seems to get sore

In honor of Hubcap, I'd like to humiliate myself publicly by posting a song I wrote about him some 10 years ago. This is a song I 4-tracked, playing all the instruments. I barely knew how to use the equipment and had a lot of trouble hearing the playback while recording, especially while doing the drums, so the result is a song that only accidentally keeps the beat for any length of time. There's a section about 75% of the way through where the rhythm is supposed to change from 4/4 to 3/4 for several measures which totally does not work, and the recovery is just embarrassing. But I still like the song for its meticulous notation of Hubcap's habits at the time. Also of note is how much I feared he would die, with no fewer than 3 lines referring to my insecurity over his mortality. Here's the song (remember it's 10 years old, recorded on a 4track and copied onto cassettes, then copied to computer at some point), and the lyrics with full notation:

Hubcap

Who's walking on my head?
Who takes up half the bed?1
Who's hanging on the screen?2
Who's looks like he's on ephedrine?3

Hubcap4

Eats from a can
You can scratch my hand
You can bite my knee
Just don't die on me5

Hubcap falls on the floor
Gets the boot and begs for more6
Slams into the front storm door7
Takes abuse but he never seems to get sore

Who always wants to get fed?8
Who's a quadruped?
Who at the door always stalls?9
Who fears all creatures both great and small?10

Hubcap

Asleep on his back11
Dry heaves and hacks12
He's loyal true
Better friend than you13

Locked out of my house at night
Hubcap thinks that it's all right
Follows me to Diana's place
In Amy's bed he's sleeping on my face14

Hubcap can't say why
Hubcap I thought you'd die
Hubcap You death-defied15
Aw Hubcap

Hubcap falls onto the floor
Gets the boot and begs for more
Knocks his head on the front storm door
Takes abuse but he never seems to get sore

1Hubcap enjoyed stepping on my face to wake me up; additionally he always found a way to situate himself in the bed so I had very little actual mattress to sleep on

2To let us know he wanted to come back inside, he would jump onto the screen door and hang there until somebody noticed him

3In his younger days he liked to run around in a panic, but to my knowledge he eschewed all drugs except catnip

4The name "Hubcap": I like hubcaps in general, I have a sort of hubcap collection, and Hubcap seemed like a good name for a cat: I found him on the street, after all

5The first death mention, I honestly can't remember why I was so paranoid about his health, he probably just had a cold or something and I freaked out; the occasion of the song seems to coincide with Hubcap's successful bout with illness

6"The Boot": Former housemate Al discovered that the young Hubcap enjoyed getting his belly rubbed with the sole of his heavy Timberland-style boot; Hubcap would walk into the kitchen, flop onto the floor, and Al would basically mop the floor with him

7In colder months, the screen door was replaced with a glass panel; Hubcap couldn't remember this and would jump at the door with nothing to hang onto

8Up until his death, the act of getting fed was a major preoccupation (even more so than actually eating, he'd often walk off without eating anything)

9Like many cats, he would beg to go outside but upon opening the door would just peer out into the yard indecisively

10He was deathly frightened of other animals, like chipmunks or birds, and would run and hide when he saw any; later in life, he tolerated their presence

11In warm weather he could position himself with all four legs up in the air, and would stay that way for a long time

12Hairballs were a persistent recurring digestive issue

13Shades of my growing need to distance myself from humans and surround myself with animals that can't tell me how I've disappointed them

14One of my favorite Hubcap anecdotes: One night I came home very late and very drunk. I forgot my keys and my housemates were definitely asleep, the only way I could get in was to pound on the door to wake them up. I already felt like a doofus, and I had been feeling like the house loser at the time, so I couldn't bring myself to wake anybody up. Hubcap came up to me on the porch; he too was locked out. I figured my friend Diana would still be awake since I had just seen her at the bar, and her house was nearby. I started down the street. I made it a block or so when I realized that Hubcap was following me. I figured he'd be out of his element and stick close to home, but there he was, trailing me by a few yards. So I started beckoning to him, and he kept following me. Diana's house wasn't all that far, but it was a good hike, especially for a normally-territorial cat. But he kept following. I got to Diana's house, and indeed, she was still awake. Even better, her roommate Amy was out of town so she said I could sleep in her room. With a little cajoling, Hubcap also came inside and he went to bed with me. Hubcap slept on my head most of the night. In the morning we got up and went home together.

15Again, I don't recall the supposedly "death-defying" incident Hubcap survived, but he would manage to evade the Reaper for at least another decade after the composition of this song

You can't deny the things you see

Whoa. What's up with this:

Arts Space in Brooklyn to Get New Digs

Galapagos is moving to DUMBO … ?

I don't whether to be surprised or say 'good riddance.'