When shit really breaks down - I mean, like Slapstick-style - and Brian Duresko emerges anew as some entity like "The Archduke of Minnesota," complete with minions and slaves and complete and utter brutal control of all he surveys...well, let's just hope this chair arrives to his palace beforehand. Because who wouldn't want to live in abject terror all the time in some godforsaken ailanthus-choked lawless* wilderness knowing that what little authority there is sent forth from THIS chair?
Showing posts with label oh dear - rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oh dear - rock. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Vocals done
Okay, the Crusher album took a small lurch further toward completion last night, as I finished my vocals. This was delayed by Mike's (now over) broken heart. I ask you: who could hurt this little guy?
Now I need to listen to MP3s of what is done, take notes, overdub shit and then complete. Then sit back and wait to never put it out or do anything with it. Then do another one.
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| Strangely, incapable of growing a beard here |
Monday, July 23, 2012
Bowling alley 6
Not sure how this will play out, this panorama shot; hoping you'll be able to click and see the whole room. When I sing, we're called Crusher, when Mike sings we're called Goodbye. Before the show I was at a party where the D_____ City Commissioner was and she said she was going to put forth legislation to make sure bands with the same personnel can't have two names. WATCH FOR IT!
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| B Seitz at left, looking like a dude playing B3 for Oasis |
Bowling alley 5
Some sort of phone effect at play here, playing up (or maybe obscuring) the
fact that the band looks like four guys who met on a bus, an hour ago
Bowling alley 4
Mike did a "coupla numbers" to get the crowd flayed into shape. Want to swipe the pool table lamp (over head) and set it up wherever we play. Or not!
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