Post a Comin'
Sat Sep 27, 2008 1:31 pm
This is how far away Eisley's new record is from earth. But this post is not about the new record.
It's about my next post about new songs.
If you keep reading my blogs, it will appear closer.
It's Coming. I swear i am working on an Eisley/RoseWood (EisWood) post like i promised. I was all set to grab some specific video on Friday but it seems that RoseWood and 6000 customers lost their power late afternoon Friday and I was thwarted ( more details on this reply ). Sadder than my not being able to film anything was Eisley's plight... they were SO ready to lay down guitar tracks on this 3rd song (called: "La Boca es Grande, Fraulein").
And you will prepare your selves by talking about it's arrival.
Clips - Good news for modern boid: I solved my conversion problem by downloading a little app' called MPEG StreamClip and am now able to convert MPEG1 files (Sony CyberShot) to QT files with actual audio! yeah, so I'm just editing a few key clips but need more. I need some of those "hi -we're eisley and we're makin' some new music that will stump your growth...blah, blah, blah... You know - sound byte shiz.
The very day will draw nigh.
The difficult part is trying to figure out how to hide the new songs that the band is actually playing and recording in the background... from you (tsk. tsk.) I suppose I could just cut out the audio and over-dub me singing "Tree Tops" - which i might do... and should do... but don't worry; I'll probably sing the National Anthem or something more appropriate if I do. It'll sound great dubbed over the band's new song entitled: "Oh How I Gonged That Lame Chunk-a No Good Goon".
You will shriek with anticipation.
Oh wait - you wanted to hear the audio of the song and not my vocals? Right. Get a clue. You're all suffering a medullic contusions. mmm... well, maybe I could include just a few seconds of a few songs. Some of you old timers know that I've been at this rockin-a-hard-place before. We'll see. I will probably dice in a few pieces of actual songs - though I hate it when there are frag-offerings; it forces you guys to fill in melodic dna blanks...which is dangerly-dangerous.
And soon, it will plow right into the center of your life.
I should have something put together soon. I think they have a session tomorrow so I'll do what i can to get what i need and shove something on-line asap. I'll also comment about the industry and eisley and the future of frog emissions - or something: legends of big foot scams (that recent one shattered my faith), how Fall should be renamed WILT and DIE, why carpet is such a bad idea, and why TV remotes aren't sold with remote locators... and even possibly what's going on behind the Eis-veil, etc.
And the word on the streets will spread.
And the people of our tiny planet will enter into a trance as they gaze into the eis-ball of doom.
If anyone thinks this photo-journal is the result of anything besides my utter willingness to be vulnerably stupid, please understand - most of this random rhetoric is purely the result of random brain cells firing and dying at random. No, actually, I was inspired by something: 1.) To forewarn of my promise to fulfill my promise of a new-song-centric post and 2.) last night I watched TCM (as i often do); there was this brilliant documentary about the history of Sci-Fi films narrated by Lucas and Spielberg. I'm a sucker for old films about Space travel, aliens, monsters...from Buck Rogers to StarWars... from the fire breathing nostrils of Godzilla to the lame remakes of Godzilla and War of the Worlds (old films rule).
The documentary was illuminating; insightful - they were making connections between things like 40's/50's experimentation w/ radiation (nuclear testing) and films that expressed our fear of the outcome... suggesting that mankind would eventually pay the price for experimenting with such powerful, unknown forces. Small household spiders become 50' tall and step on us instead of the opposite... role reversals, mutations... (shrinking man), messengers from outer space visit our planet to warn us that they'll have to destroy us because we're dangerous to the Universe, etc. Metaphors... admissions of guilt, fear, etc. Our inability to speak with aliens was a metaphor to identify with our failures in communicating with the new world... foreign leaders. Fear of over-population fueled films about space exploration and travel; on and on. Brilliant... and this has nothing to do with eisley.
Anyway, toward the end of the documentary, I snapped these images from clips of "War of the Worlds". The new songs or any post about new songs has no affinity with this theme. I just needed to use pictures to tell a story.
Thnx and have a great Sunday. cya. bd
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