I won't go into too much detail about our Wellington trip this weekend, but I will show you this, spotted on the luggage conveyer belt this morning, all on its lonesome, and it made me laugh...
Okay, anything would've made me laugh at 9am after getting up at 6.15am for an 8am flight back to Auckland, but this I thought was pretty deep, and in a way, kind of melancholic. I don't know. I'd had about two-and-a-half hours' sleep. It seemed poignant. And fucking funny.
Anyway, saw loads of bands, my favourites of the night both played early on - Alex the Kid and Thought Creature. Good stuff. Moron Says What? were good in that chaotic kind of way, I'd have no idea how to write/not-write-but-make-it-up-on-the-sp
We played an all-ages show the night before, and oddly enough, it was impossibly to not have a beer. I asked some kid who can't have been more than 14 where I could get a drink, meaning a glass of water, as I'd been at work all day, and he leaned over and whispered, "You want some alcohol?" A few minutes later, I went to the backstage area to check on my gear, and was given a can of Ranfurly by one of the DHDFDs. There are some bars which not only refuse to give you a beer for playing, but won't even knock a dollar off the price of one as a token gesture, but at an "alcohol-free" all-ages gig, beer was flowing almost literally on tap. I should have guessed earlier on; Freyburg Square was full of mid-teens, five-to-a-Chardon, in some kind of glorious fuck-you to the man, or something.
I've got my TV3 contract, so I suppose I'd better call an official end to my illustrious end to my retail career, again, hopefully for the last time. About time too - gotta move house and all, bla bla bla.
Tariqa is away on a course till Tuesday, was good to get back in Aucks just in time to see her off (I still find it weird that I can be fast asleep in Wellington at 6am, and in Auckland waiting for the 224 bus to Mt Albert at 9am). I thought I'd record four or five acoustic songs today/tomorrow and put them out as a luna spark release right away over the net, but I didn't have the house to myself tonight, and the soundcard on this computer stopped playing anything out of one of the channels. I worked out there's no tamper seal or anything, so installed my old soundcard I bought for the last computer (when the same thing happened) and it worked fine, thank god. I still have yet to work out why Audition won't play files in single-wave file-view mode, but it'll do for now.
Anyway, I recorded a backing track for a cover version which I won't tell you what it is yet in case it turns out shit, and a basic guitar track for an original, based on a forgotten demo I found on the mixer as I was going through it looking for things to delete last week.
I'm listening to H.A.A.R.P on headphones, the DVD version - through the TV - and it sounds awesome. I think perhaps even more so than the CD.
Okay, anything would've made me laugh at 9am after getting up at 6.15am for an 8am flight back to Auckland, but this I thought was pretty deep, and in a way, kind of melancholic. I don't know. I'd had about two-and-a-half hours' sleep. It seemed poignant. And fucking funny.
Anyway, saw loads of bands, my favourites of the night both played early on - Alex the Kid and Thought Creature. Good stuff. Moron Says What? were good in that chaotic kind of way, I'd have no idea how to write/not-write-but-make-it-up-on-the-sp
We played an all-ages show the night before, and oddly enough, it was impossibly to not have a beer. I asked some kid who can't have been more than 14 where I could get a drink, meaning a glass of water, as I'd been at work all day, and he leaned over and whispered, "You want some alcohol?" A few minutes later, I went to the backstage area to check on my gear, and was given a can of Ranfurly by one of the DHDFDs. There are some bars which not only refuse to give you a beer for playing, but won't even knock a dollar off the price of one as a token gesture, but at an "alcohol-free" all-ages gig, beer was flowing almost literally on tap. I should have guessed earlier on; Freyburg Square was full of mid-teens, five-to-a-Chardon, in some kind of glorious fuck-you to the man, or something.
I've got my TV3 contract, so I suppose I'd better call an official end to my illustrious end to my retail career, again, hopefully for the last time. About time too - gotta move house and all, bla bla bla.
Tariqa is away on a course till Tuesday, was good to get back in Aucks just in time to see her off (I still find it weird that I can be fast asleep in Wellington at 6am, and in Auckland waiting for the 224 bus to Mt Albert at 9am). I thought I'd record four or five acoustic songs today/tomorrow and put them out as a luna spark release right away over the net, but I didn't have the house to myself tonight, and the soundcard on this computer stopped playing anything out of one of the channels. I worked out there's no tamper seal or anything, so installed my old soundcard I bought for the last computer (when the same thing happened) and it worked fine, thank god. I still have yet to work out why Audition won't play files in single-wave file-view mode, but it'll do for now.
Anyway, I recorded a backing track for a cover version which I won't tell you what it is yet in case it turns out shit, and a basic guitar track for an original, based on a forgotten demo I found on the mixer as I was going through it looking for things to delete last week.
I'm listening to H.A.A.R.P on headphones, the DVD version - through the TV - and it sounds awesome. I think perhaps even more so than the CD.
Current Music: HAARP
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