Practice 361

Good morrow Ladies and Gs. Hold tight the lucky few (ha!) who were around to witness our wee rehearsal this afternoon, when I decided for no good reason to switch a webcam on. I figured you'd find it interesting. And I was trying to record it with one of my HD Webcams, and couldn't think of any way other than Ustream. Problem is, Ustream makes everything crappy qulaity and shaves the edge off the picture. Foolishness! Still, I hope it was an enlightening/amusing/interesting experience for those of you that caught it. Let me know if you'd like me to do it again. Oh, and follow my ass on Twitter so you get informed of such goings on it REALTIME, OK?

Anyway, onward onward onward. I am downloading a demo of a game called Left for Dead 2, which my brother tells me is amazing for playing in groups online. The idea is me and him and my old man and our wives all hook up on it kill zombies or something. Sounds good to me! Where I will find the time I do not know, but I am told that relaxation and family are important, so I shall do my durndest. I wanna game where I can use my lil' Xbox avatar, anyway. My girl made him for me. Isn't he dope? He's making me consider getting a face tattoo. It's not like I ever want a job or anything. Ho ho.

So, Joey and I recorded the first track for ATD25 yesterday. Work will get intense on that next week, when I will also be recording Littles' new tape. There's ANOTHER rather exciting mixtape project coming up in August too, with an old friend and collaborator of mine. A fabulous No Prize goes to the clever sausage who can guess who it is based on this single clue:

Divorce Papers.

Man, that's too easy. You won't guess the musical direction of the project though, so don't even bother!

Anyway, right now I need to decide whether to flee or not. An Art Festival has descended upon my homestead. They're swarming off the train like ants and they've started vomiting outside my house already. Someone has been making gut-wrenchingly shrill American Indian Wolf Yelps for the past 13 minutes. This is going on all weekend! I am considering throwing in the proverbial dishrag and decamping to my brother's house. Of course, I will be unable to work there. Not that I'll be able to work much here with the terrible cacophony of vomiting arty types echoing around the place. Not that human beings are supposed to work on the weekend anyway. Perhaps I should go and wander amongst them and see what the dilly is. It's either that or play these incredible ***** songs **** just sent me really loud and carry on regardless.

Sweet fuck. They're all sat in the middle of road making a big communal wolf yelp noises now. Where's my Super Soaker?