Week 25. A Week To Remember
Mon Jul 05, 2004 12:52 pm
Monday July 5
Sherri is getting sucked out
No, not for good...you bozo's!
It's not some self-fulfilling prophesy. I just want to remember this week.
It's the week I would have forgotten; a week when nothing will have
been recorded, a week that will bare no major news, a week after a
holiday, a week where I will have had nothing to say.
No more! Let's make this the week to remember. The week that boyd
shortened his journal! The week that boyd made major headway on the
full length cover art, on the new website...and, if will have been good, he
delivered, yet, another QT movie. (i have no clue yet...but, something!)
Something memorable and good has to happen this week. I declare it.
Sherri is going to New York. I'm not sure why. She's just going to New
York. I think that's what girls her age do...when they like to fly in air
planes I guess. I guess she likes the tall buildings. Maybe in Long Island,
there are people she likes. I have no clue. I never ask. What, are you
kidding? Ask where she's going? No way! Anyway, I have to get up at
5:00am or something to get her to DFW on time to catch her flight. AHhhh!
I think everyone is sick about talking about the record. No, I mean - the
whole thing - the song line up, the whole thing. I mean...sure, I could rev
it all up. But, why? Instead, let's just make this...a week to remember. If
we decide to do it, who knows what will happen?
I had a glimmer of hope today as I started to piece the enormity of how
Eisley's songs impact my own person... and was able to hold for a few
moments the entire library of song candidates in my head; and I caught
a glimpse of how impacting and far-reaching this record could be. I
thought of all the amazing comments you guys have made over the past
months...and added them to (as ingredients) my thought...and just for a
second...I had this amazing feeling, this amazing conclusion: mmm....I
can't say it. It's unclear. But, it's shocking.
Welcome to... A Week To Remember.
I forgot to post about our 4th. I wrote this yesterday:
Hope your 4th wasy amazing. Ours was very cool... the only thing that
differed from what I forcast last night was: mosquito's. With all the rain,
I guess they've been breeding in gulley's and ditches... bzzt. bzzzt.
otherwise, it was fun.
We swam (well, I didn't...cuz Kim didn't want to) but everyone else did...
and we ate hamburgers on the grill, baked beans, potato salad, this
amazing desert that Kim made. We even played Croquette. (no clue how
to spell that one). Stacy won.
Tuesday July 6
She flew. She flewd.
Long Awaited News Came Today
Do you think it was fun to get up at 4:30am? I would not SAY SUCH
THINGS IF I WERE YOU!! I slept for 2.5 hours...tossing and turning and
getting woken up because of night traffic in our house... right, because
people go to bed late after coming home from working out, they gufauh,
make smoothies, dogs barge in, kids wake up on our couch and leave at
2:30, etc. Then...beep. beep. beep. beep.... "Boyd...Boyd...the alarm..."
But I love it. I enjoyed the entire experience. Even getting no sleep and
having to get up early.
Well, sorta...except, I didn't know how to turn off Kim's alarm. It has 23
buttons that are all the same size...all covering this flying saucer type
dome clock. CONFOUND BUTTONS!! I wanted to kill it or at least bash it
with a meat tenderizer. Nothing I pushed had good consequence. The
noises and distorted radio came on at 18 decibals.
But, I made coffee, packed up some great cd's (so did Sherri)... and off
we darted into the night. I had her at the curb at American DFW at
precisely 7:30am, as planned....calculating traffic and margin of error.
We had a great time on the way up talking dad/daughter stuff...but
mostly we freaked out to how amazing Amnesiac was after not hearin
it for a while.
Some News is Good News
So, a stirring. Things happening... slowly. Darin called me (management)
late afternoon. Bring the band back out in 2 weeks. Produce and mix thru
mid-end August. Have cover art work ready by end of July. Band
rehearses a few weeks end August and hits the road starting September;
tours through October...Record released in October!
I know...it's sketchy, but I can tell what's rumbling underground are solid
dates... no telling what's being talked about behind closed doors. But
Darin did say what I expected him to: clubs. no arenas. (yea!!) 2 bands.
Eisley is support. very indie. Brand New size clubs or smaller. Very
personal... a wonderful coming out tour. Intro the new record in mid
sized clubs all over the country.
Amazing how a small piece of predictable news can make such a
difference. I told you this was going to be a week to remember. And it's
only Tuesday, right?
Tonight an old friend of mine (he's like 27 maybe?) came over after
being in Africa for years. Music was our bond, but suddenly the master
had become the pupil. Years ago he'd turned us all on to Neutral Milk
Hotel and other cool underground bands like...gosh, 99? Today, it's
Sherri's favorite cd.
Anyway, this eve so amazing. Hanging with Rob again like old times
listening to music in the happy room. And Chauntelle gave Rob (our
friend) "Hail to the Theif". (the real one...nothing burned) He didn't know
of anything since Kid A. Woah.
So we turned down the lights and cranked up the Bose( boses?). He did
surely swoon. (to AHTTT) Then, I played him some bootleg Radiohead...
Thom and Johnny Greenwood with a beat box live. omgosh.
AND! get this - he was a huge Modest Mouse fan but didn't know of
anything past 2 records ago. He freaked and swooned over
"G.N.F.P.W.L.B.N.". It was like taking a cave man and bringing him to the
future. Good times.
Well, we're all going upstairs to watch 51st Date? We never saw it. Gotta
go. bye! I'll maybe get to come back later and check posts. Thanks. bd
July 7 Wednesday
Mid Week pause
Tomorrow Stacy hears vocals
I know it's a self declared "week to remember", but I just stared at the
title for 10 minutes trying to decide what to write about. Maybe it's
because i'm distracted. We're all in our bedroom watching "The
Naturalist". I like the muted, desaturated treatment but it occurs to me
that there aren't enough antiques and vintage props. I don't feel like I'm
there... in 1929.
I fixed the bogus end of the My Lovely video clip. You know how it
trailed off into random verbage that you couldn't even hear... I just
tapered it off when the song ended. It's not so droning and silly, but you
still get a bit of good cheer at the end. Why did I do this? I sent it to
WB to look at.
Since I don't have anything to say, and I'm missing Sherri being around,
I thought I'd dedicate a fair amout of real estate to a Sherri pic:
Taken on the Coldplay tour last year. Random. But it makes my boring
post look nicer, don't you think?
And, that's really all. Tomorrow, Stacy will go listen to the last 3 vocal
work from last weeks tracking and make any decisions on versions and
takes. So...I can validate today's post as having information about this
Better keep this short. They've gotten bored with the movie. And so have
I. I feel happy, but uninspired. Writers block. Talk soon.
July 8 Thursday
What the heck
I lied about Stacy hearing Vocals
Welcome to the end of the road for these posts. Well, I guess there's a
culdesac I can turn around on to get out of here. It looked like a dead
end. Not for the band! For the journal. But as soon as I loop around for a
while, I'll find my way back onto the main road.
We're sitting here watching our friend Mark's videotapes of bands at
Cornerstone Fest. It's mildly ammusing. Bands always sound terrible on
videotape. Every band. Well, except Coldplay maybe... Listening to Love
Drug right now. Very cool. Heard Copeland, The Lonely Hearts, Cool Hand
Luke... these are small indie-bands. Can't wait for Ester Drang.
I mowed and weed-ate and blew today. Hot. Hot. Heat. But the yard
looks spiffy. My brother and fam are coming this weekend. He, Wade is a
guitar playing genius. Oh, I've heard wiz kids, technicians, players...
Wade is all of them combined. speed, styles, grooves, cross
genre...(rock, blues, pop, whatever) Anyway, he and Chauntelle have
this guitar bond. She's more like his guitar dad. He's bringing his gear
and they're going to hack thru her new songs and try to work out tones
for live shows. They have 5 kids. (one less than us)
Well... like I said, I have nothing to say. If I didn't say that, that's what I
meant. I'd rather keep it short rather than waste anyone's time. Activity
will pick up... and very soon. Love you guys.
July 9 Friday
The MossEisley Bus
Alive But Not Well
I sat in the old chopped, funky bus this afternoon for the first time in so
long. It's just as we left it after Cornerstone Festival 2 years ago. Aside
from the cobwebs, everything was the same. It was almost eerie. Old
empty water bottles, the little fans we plugged in to keep cool lying on
the floor still plugged into a power plug, the wicker basket of dry candy
and chips, dirty socks, tennis shoes, cd's, a few pillows and blankets, etc.
I sat in the back of one of the custom seats we installed and looked up at
the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and a big smile came to my face.
For a second, I this happy feeling came over me...I remembered how we
all felt...even in that hot, sweaty, broken-down bus - traveling across the
country... life was simpler.
Then I was sad. Why can't we feel the same way? Now the band is signed
to this big label and making a full length record to be released
Nationally... why isn't life better? It's not worse or better. It's just
different I guess. The stakes are higher and there are more people in
charge... More stresses, struggles, relational issues, financial issues, etc.
Anyway, somebody slashed several of the tires. We had to have a guy
come out and fix, repair, put new tires on some of them. Super
expensive and frustrating. I have to get it going because Cops thought it
was abandon (flat tires). So, I suppose I have to get the brakes working
and get the engine tuned now. I think it'll be fun driving it around like old
times. Kim wants to sell it but I want to hang on to it for a a long time...
maybe some day it'll be worth something on ebay.
Somewhere I had pics of this old bus...on the old site, I guess. Shots of
us welding, hacking, removing, installing... sheesh we worked so hard on
the interior. Well...if I find it, I'll post it, but otherwise, it's just another
boring entry in this mindless journal.
This weekend is a guitar weekend for Chauntelle. Wade, my brother, will
arrive with fam in a few hours...they'll tweak and test and experiment
and fool around with amps and guitars and tones all weekend. fun stuff.
Have a great weekend everybody.
Saturday/Sunday July 10/11
Thought I posted on Saturday. wups.
Chauntelle and brother Wade (DuPree) worked all day Saturday and all
day Sunday (well, mostly) on guitars... tweaking, setting up, moving
picks ups up and down, sliding floating bridges, comparing sounds, tones,
matching guitars and tones for certain songs, etc. Friends and relatives
were coming in and out of Weston's room off and on listening. Fun stuff.
Otherwise, we just hung out and had loads of fun.
I will absolutely come back online tonight and upload something I found
from the past. Not sure what. I was digging around and found some old
clips. Actually, I forgot what it was I found, but I'll toss it up just for fun.
Now I have to leave to go to DFW to pick up the New York girl. I'll be
back in 5 hours from when i walk out the door. Sherri seems to have had
an amazing week. bd
hey. We're back from Dallas... all good. Sherri is back safe and sound.
Hey, I saw a few birthday wishes for me and am thankful. No clue how
you found out. Was it Mr. joseph? Man, that boy did some research. Or
maybe there was a leak somehow. Haven't had time to read anything all
weekend. I'll go catch up. Anyway. Thanks so much. Ya'll are cool.
Well, I found an old clip of "MossEisley" and am converting it now, but...I
think I'll put it up tomorrow. That'll give me something to offer on a
boring Monday. Instead, here's a really silly short clip that brad did on
Weston: (short and silly)