So, the album is coming along nicely. Ascent, Cryonaut and Temporal are all pretty much in the can, awaiting final tweaking once everything is ready for the final mixdown. We're also progressing on some nifty little sound montages to glue the tracks together, but Ben keeps eating them. . . drummers and paste. . . I mean, we gave him some glitter and macaroni and told him do up his drums however he liked. Half an hour later, we come back and he's eaten all the paste and jammed half the macaroni up his nose! And the cat is covered in glitter and jammed into the Fisher-Price bus! Not to mention the way he leaves his toys on the stairs all the time, or the crayon marks on his bedroom walls. . .
Have we ever mentioned that we're horribly negligent in updating this page? We have? Good.
So, in our usual, lazy-assed way, we've added the box above, which keeps you current on the myriad randomness which happens on our facebook page. (We're assuming you've got your javascript running.)
Time still flies when you're recording. There's a new video over on the media page. It's basically a clip show of silly shite and idiocy from the studio over the past few weeks. There's been a few contest entries, but nobody's got it yet, so keep trying. What else? Hmmmm. Not much really, I mean, the LHC hasn't destroyed the Earth yet. . . Now, that would be news! Seriously, all we've been doing is recording. . . mostly guitar overdubs. We're never going to play the recorded versions live; not without a dozen or two guitarists, and a few keyboard players, to boot. But, to us, that's kind of the point: the stretching of the material by using the studio to the fullest. Be afraid.
Time flies when you're recording. Especially when you're playing with every possibility the studio can offer. Which also means it may be early 2010 before we're happy with it. If you're holding your breath for it, it's gonna suck to be you. Sorry. We're still taking entries for the contest here, See below for the gist of it.
The guestbook is dead. Since you lazy, greedy "capitalist" fucks would rather sit on your loathsome, spotty behinds and waste gigs of bandwidth trying to peddle your porn and penis enlargers (takes one to know one!) than go out and get a job like a real person, we've been forced to remove it. It requires too much maintenance, despite all it's security features. The perpetrators know who they are, and they also know, deep down, that they're pathetic losers; subhuman refuse who deserve to be shot and pissed on.
Otherwise, we have completed most of the tracking for the tune we chose to record first. You'll never guess which one. . . well. . . actually, you might. Which tune did we decide to record first? We didn't want to start with something too involved, and that's the only hint you're getting. Send your guess here, and the first 3 (three) correct guesses recieved will get an autographed free copy of the album when it comes out next year. Yes, that's right, we've narrowed down the release date to sometime in 2009 (two thousand and nine.) Want to make something of it?
It's May. Whoopee fuckin' doo. Makes me want to go to Delaware. There is a new page with studio snippets scraped off the cutting room floor here. Except in Delaware. Because it's May. Whoopee fuckin' doo.
Help! I'm being forced to make this entry at Ben-point! Seriously, he's. . . pointing. . . at me. Here we sit, playing with the iMac, being just totally amazed by how frickin' easy and well this thing works. If you're still using windows, our advice to you is to trash the damn thing, and get yourself an apple. Don't worry: God is dead, so he can't forcibly eject you from the garden of edam. The stinking bishop is another matter, but I digress. . . enough of these cheesy jokes. So, the Mac and the Mackie are on speaking terms, and we'll be recording our sweet asses off until further notice. And now a few words from Ben: beer is good. mmmmmm beer. me hit things. mmmm hitting is good. beer hitting uh. . . . must make urine. . .
Well, that was. . . pleasant. . . I guess. Don't worry, we'll keep him away from the computer as much as possible. He has a tendency to speak into the mouse. "Hello, computer? Computer?!?" Anyway, love and kisses from camp. Send money and clean underwear. Thanks, mom.
Hey, what? We haven't updated in a while? Okay, well, we've been busy getting gear to interface, and refining arrangements, etc. Otherwise, it's new year, pretty much the same as the old year: silly shit continues to transpire, and some of it will eventually, inevitably overflow here.
So, the website is pretty much all here, except for a few holes, the location of which will be left as a problem for the student, for the moment. In an effort to be capitalist pig-dogs, we're looking at having some t-shirts made. Some of the ideas are on the "art" page, but we'll probably start with something simpler, depending on the costs. If you're interested, drop us a line here, and maybe you'll get one free, just for the hell of it.
As mentioned elsewhere, we're not the best at keeping in touch with our fans. Our apologies to both of you. This is, of course, our first proper website in a few years, rising like some digital phoenix from the ashes of it's own hard drive. . . or something.
So what have we been up to? Lots and none at all. . . We spent the better part of a year trying to integrate a keyboard player, but that didn't pan out; we've written a new tune titled Bobblehead Jesus that will presently get it's own page here; and we've been puttting together our very own 16 track digital studio, which is in the stages of final assembly and testing. Photos featuring stupidly ridiculous amounts of mikes and cables will be posted shortly.
Now what? Well, recording is the priority at the moment, and we're tossing around ideas for staging a gig or three to record some live performances, as well, perhaps with video. Stay tuned. . .
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