I don’t feel that March really began but now it’s over. To be honest, there are only four words needed to describe what happened to me this month:
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti
Follow Up From Last Post: An intact fretless bass arrived and it sounds like a fucking dream. The rental office let me off without a late fee thanks to Klocko’s persuasion. The real bitch of my situation now is that my dentist cancelled my second wisdom teeth appointment leaving me in an uncomfortable situation with trying to orchestrate the combination of a date that falls into the 1/3 of the year that he’s actually in the office and two days that I can miss from work.
Europe’s off, Los Angeles is on. I’d still love to visit Rome in the very near future, but my budget (and my conscience) are telling me to bring my bass to Los Angeles, socialize with people who actually like music and art (even the people that like it for superficial reasons are better company than the people who don’t like it at all) and eat some real Mexican food. My second painting has progressed in that all three panels are now covered, but not really saturated and I’m kind of at a gridlock as to where to go from here. I know it’s not finished, but I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to paint. So, in the meantime, I’ve begun a self-portrait and, one day in to it, I actually like it. My mannequin heads are nearly complete, too.
Thanks to Klocko, I’ve realized just how vital a hair straightener can be and I actually purchased my very own this weekend (but resisted buying the $40 straightener with pink porcelain.)
Klocko has also taught me to make two of my favorite drinks: cosmopolitans and flirtinis, which I’ve been drinking all weekend. After our first night of flirtinis, we went on a picnic which was ultra-relaxing...eating pesto, tomato, avocado, and mozzarella sandwiches, Terra chips, and listening to Stereolab, The Association, and Strawberry Alarm Clock and laughing at the nerds who come out to the park on a Saturday afternoon. High times!
Meanwhile, at the Crocodile Club...:
We dragged poor Trey around Gainesville trying to find some sort of soundcard that we need to do home recording onto our computers and found nothing at all. We thought I could record using my web cam microphone, but web cams have a bit of a delay so my bass ends up about a half second behind where it needs to be. So, it’s been a rather slow month. Klocko did some cute revisions to our myspace site and added our terrible demo of “Mung” that we did in an hour with no mixing at all and what I can only hope was a broken microphone. I’ve started to figure out which songs work better on fretless as opposed to fretted bass, and toyed with the idea of adding some probationary Crocodile Club members, possibly to make practices more feasible, but the idea sort of miscarried.
Ken Andrews - Secrets of the Lost Satellite
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti - House Arrest
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti - (a CD from my friend Shawn that features every track available from Ariel Pink...definitely one of the best gifts I’ve ever received)
Dali’s Car - The Waking Hour
The Phantom Limbs - Applied Ignorance
The Phantom Limbs - Displacement
The Phantom Limbs - Random Hymns EP
David Sylvian - Brilliant Trees
Mostly Been Listening To: Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti, Ken Andrews, The Vanishing
I have to reiterate that I think Ariel Pink is one of the most gifted modern songwriters I’ve ever had the pleasure to hear. I normally save this sort of unashamed gushing for Justin Foulkes, but the difference is that at least a few of the people around me appreciate Justin Foulkes. With the exception of my Tallahassee friends, everyone I know despises Ariel Pink. Normally, I wouldn’t care, (and it's not that I'm pissed off, just confused) but I equate it to a classical music fan hearing Bach only to be told by the rest of the world that he’s bullshit. Sure, it doesn’t hurt the music at all, but you can’t help but wonder what you hear in that music that speaks so directly to you that no one else hears. Usually when I get a new album, I listen to it for 3 days and then I’m on something else. I’ve listened to Ariel Pink almost everyday for a full month. If you haven’t heard him, check him out and tell me I’m not losing my mind. I highly recommend: “I Wanna Be Young”, “Trepanated Earth”, “The List”, “Artifact”, “Haunted Graffiti”, “Every Night I Die at Miyagis”, “So Glad” and “Almost Waiting” but I really like everything he does. I also now have a ton of R. Stevie Moore albums I want to buy.
Reading: I have to take a break from Antonin Artaud because it’s very difficult for me to read philosophies and manifestos, even on something as important as changes in theatre. Last night I bought Jules Verne’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea to read while drinking a flirtini and so far it’s really quite good.
Films Watched: The inexcusably bad Marie Antoinette which made me want to buy a baby wolverine, feed it only raw meat and gun powder, and then unleash it onto Kirsten Dunst and Sophia Coppola. I laughed twice, but it didn’t make up for the extreme annoyance of watching a girl who’s a bigger alabaster retard than the moon try to sell me a story with no dialogue and a cast that made cardboard cut-outs seem bombastic. And note to Sophia Coppola: that Big Bad Wolf as the good guy gimmick doesn’t work very well with history’s biggest douchebags, especially when we’re pretty much living it today. Not even if you put that amateur post-punk greatest hits mix tape as the soundtrack.
However, Klocko and I watched the last 4 episodes of Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace on youtube and it was brilliant! I couldn’t breathe during the series finale. I also bought Season 5 of Kids in the Hall last night and though I’ve seen it a million times, it never gets old.
Running Jokes: We’ve been incorporating the Thornton Reed rap from Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace into as many normal situations as possible. Lots of random fantasizing about embarrassing people, but not in a Prince sort of way.