Thursday, June 28, 2007

Colin's Laptop in the Garden of Eden

Warped tour begins tomorrow. I have not yet met Colin of Circa Survive, but we are pitted in a wild free association game of scientific connect the dots ignited by his book of choice in the spin book club this month. The rest of my post will be a quote from Colin, because it is too good to keep private, or paraphrase.

"...another strange loose connection...it has been theorized that orginal sin spoken of in the bible is not the fornications that we assume and that the forbidden fruit ( or apple bitten by eve) actually represents knowledge of self and the use of technology. the tree of life. it represents the dna code in many circles... follow so far???
the theory goes further to say that the use of technology to gain knowledge of our origin is actually the original sin. as in it is what created us from the begining... puzzling.. id say... so we weren't supposed to invent computers and learn of the double helix (DNA)???? i decided to stop thinking about it and I shut the lid to my laptop.
AND THEN I SAW THE APPLE WITH A BITE TAKEN OUT OF IT ON THE LID.
ps. im not praising or unpraising ol jesus and crew i just thought it was creepy.
"

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

More Skills than a Power Glide Circular Saw

Video from Talking House Studios, SF, on June 25th during the tracking of 3 songs being produced by the Wizard. Night sessions, 7pm-6 or 7am, to account for loopiness. Dragonforce, bow down to the sheer velocity that is Justin SanSouci.

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Friday, June 22, 2007

Vote Paris Hilton, Literary Genius, For Presi-Demagogue 2008!

I'm outraged!
It has been overtly implied that the post on SPIN.com's book club forum titled
"Paris Hilton and Carmen Electra At Pillow War Game!" has little to do with Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut. Now I've heard some pretty ignorant things in my day, but please-- aren't all wars in today's nuclear climate just pillow fights in which vapid painted charicatures of politicians expose the undies of one another while trying not to break a nail? And the fact that the femme retails are AT the pillow war game leaves some ambiguity as to who is doing the warring or gaming as it may be. Please! These pageant crowns are too powerful to actually get their boots mucky, or feathery-- they have red telephones and blackberries and advance model iphones to summon their legions of pillow-wielding soldiers to the battlefield sleep-over, AT which they attend from afar.
I mean it's pretty obvious that this is the basis of Vonnegut's exploration into the basis of organized religion in government and is a direct allegory for his microcosmic study of the subject.

Just one loose end...
what, in fact, is "Squirting on the camera"?

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Thursday, June 21, 2007

Smells Like Screen Spirit

A fellow writes a book, 'cause them words are just too pretty to get lost in the air. Then a chowderhead such as myself thinks this book worthy of ink and tree, so puts a few pixels on a screen about it. Will these pixels be lost to the ether? The inter-? The vacuum? I urge you to trade pixels with me and my bookworm band friends on Spin.com's book club forum.
Kurt would have wanted it that way.
http://www.spin.com/community/blogs/bookclub/2007/06/070619_vonnegut/
No, not Cobain.
So it goes.
Shawn

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Salty You's

Dear you's,
Salty Eyes on youtube--

What's the story?
We spent weeks with friends scouring and scamming Oakland for working televisions and VCR's (nearly 50 pairs), and endlessly practicing the motion diagrams on chalk-drawn concrete with cardboard box TV surrogates-- all for less than 1 and 1/2 minutes of footage. (The video was shot in double speed in order to then slow it to the 2 and 1/2 minute video you are now watching)
The one-take, do or die video was shot for relative pennies, and if you like it and forward it to a friend, or put it on your page, it will be promoted for just as little.

The idea was to create a modern appropriation of what is often dubbed the first music video ever shot, which is Bob Dylan's cue card dropping Subterranean Homesick Blues. It's been referenced hundreds of times, which a simple wiki-search will illuminate, if you're curious. Our concept: to replace the cue cards with recently-antiquated box tv's (as flatscreens, HD's, and plasmas have recently and quickly become the new staple). Old box tv's of the 80's and 90's have lost nearly all value, so are being discarded at such a rate that it was just plausible enough that we would be able to, with a bit of conniving, score enough of them for free to illustrate our song's lyrics while still funding the video on our own pocket jingle.


The catch, we found, is that due to a chemical found in the vacuumed picture tube, called cadmium, and lead particles in the glass, the government is paying a quarter per lb for recycled televisions, and has deemed it illegal and hazardous to break a television's picture tube. Now really, the harm that can come to a person from this chemical is probably no worse than sitting on the Jersey Turnpike with one's windows down, sucking on truck exhaust, but nonetheless, they don't want these things imploding in landfills, and so are quite serious about rounding these box tv's up.

So sometimes we were schoolteachers, trying to get monitors and VCR's for our classrooms, and other times, we were simply doing a brief art installation, and "no mam, in any way, would we accidentally puncture a tube."

We did tests. 19 Times out of 20, you can drop the tube on it's screen, and it will not break. Mind you, this glass is leaden-- Superman can't see through it, for damnsake. We searched youtube, looking for people smashing their televisions. It's a popular anti-cog image (especially prevalent in the grunge early 90's); some fed up, half brainwashed american leaping from the couch to liberate himself by obliterating his television's control over his desires. But search as we may, most videos on youtube of people attempting this rebellion looked more like aluminum baseball bats bouncing off of unscathed glass, muttered curse words, and good old realistic anticlimax.

And it was true, we wouldn't accidentally puncture a tube. It was an intention. Like I said though, 19 times out of 20, you couldn't break the thing with an anvil. But we dropped about 50 of these things, so if you're curious as to whether any tubes were broken, you can do the math. (A deserved thanks to Bryce from Street to Nowhere, his brother Cooper, our tour manager Boomer, and some home sewn hazmat suits-- all wreckage and rubble was returned safely enough to the proper recycling authorities.)

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This is a diagram of the shoot, which we studied as a Harvard law graduate would for a bar exam. The stars are the points of television/concrete impact, and are color coded with the name of the dropper. The numbered squares are the tv's, staged behind the backpedaling camera dolly, where we would retrieve them, and follow our colored path on to the frame.


The song at double speed, we found impossible to synch our screen-words with, so we recorded a set of audio cues over the chipmunks-do-decomposer style mp3. Perhaps you've already stumbled upon it on our myspace, or on a friend's page.


And what's with our drummer Matt Whalen? It has lately been implied that he is our contrary reply to Tommy Lee. I think this hilarious, refreshing, and accurate. When the Wizard and I pitched the rest of the band the concept for the video, Matt was visibly concerned with the safety issues, and so it was written that he would not partake in the destruction. He and his white tv with a fire hose roll of extension cords are my favorite part of the video. Without his element of salvation, the video wouldn't have been a successful reflection of the song, and damn certain I was so wrapped in the glory of destruction that I would never have entertained the idea, if not for Matt's unique, well, disposition isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.


And now, a list of pleases and inferred thank you's:

Help us get the vid seen, and the tune heard?--
Make the sped up cue track on our myspace your default song?
Embed the video in your page?
Forward links to your friends and enemies?

As minor as it may seem to you, your support makes a big difference to a little video (and band) like ours.
Enjoy, and
keep it no secret.


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-co-director of Salty Eyes (along with Michael Coleman, Emilee Seymour, and the Wizard Miles Hurwitz.)

Salty Eyes music video



SALTY EYES
the video. Directed by myself, Emilee Seymour, Michael Coleman, and the Wizard Miles Hurwitz. A higher-than-youtube-quality version will be posted as soon as possible, but we can hold the cat in the bag no longer. If you enjoy, please forward your friends a link to the vid: http://youtube.com/watch?v=7_7xWNUqxxI
We shot the video on a bread and water budget, collecting the 50-odd tv sets/VCR's from various recycle centers, scrapyards, thrift stores, and friends. Jon and I actually took a class on internal wiring of TV sets to learn how to fix and hotwire the sets with severed cords or bad picture tubes.
Suffice it to say, I am proud of this video like a father (or should I say, a DILF?)
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Monday, June 11, 2007

the In

Setting: BFD Live105 radio festival show in N. California.

The Gist: A girl who had flown from afar to come see our band comes to the conclusion that her best bet at becoming a staple part of my life is to woo my father away from my mother and marry him- legally becoming my stepmother. Amusing ploy, but better, she begins to deploy her offense! I was in disbelief. She was doing that "stand too close/grab arm/accidental boob brush" routine while he uncomfortable sidled back, repeatedly, into his own personal space. My mom and he were one part miffed, two parts oblivious.

Outcome: Wake with rock neck from hairlessly headbanging to Queens of the Stoneage. No relation to above story, just a lazy segue to my story's conclusion.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

200k and Not a Wrinkle!

Firstly, a very happy 200,000 miles to our 15 passenger Chevy Express van. We love you sweetie, you make us so proud.
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But let me tell you, the present wasn't always so rosy. No, not this morning, while driving to scoop up my band mates to trip down the 5 to Los Angeles from home sweet Oakland. The proud old girl began to shudder. Concerned, I docked her to the nearest curb and popped her open for some fresh air. But fresh air don't cure cancer. Luckily, a dope like me can't diagnose it either. So we called up this story's hero, Bill at Hayward Chevrolet, who kept his service and parts fellows after shift to wait for us as we tore highway to the tune of a blinky engine light.
Now, there is little more surreal than a greasy palmed mechanic asking us if we're gonna play "sick little suicide" at the BFD festival, before becoming a pair of shoes poking from beneath our ship. And when the pair of shoes had a voice, and it hollered, "fixed it!", well, that's just too right to be real.
Sitting in TriangleMan's house in Burbank now. Real, sir. Real indeed.
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thanks to Bill, Pat, and Steve

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Call Me the Queen

I found myself puzzled with youtube's requisite language drop-down menu during my efforts to upload this. English? ...If this is English, call me the Queen.

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Thingamajigs

dig, dig, offshore rigs
bring us some oil for our thingamajigs.

I'm co-dependent on travel. Addicted to gasoline. Maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addiction? You all are enablers, comin' to our shows clappin' and stompin' and losin' your shit all gospel Sunday. Can't nobody save me.
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