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Recording Update
Holy smokes.
Where to begin? We are in Austin recording our full-length album with Dave Percefull and oh the stories to tell. Dave fucking rules; the sessions are going incredibly smooth and we are ahead of schedule. The songs are sounding amazing. This is going to be a helluva record! Dave can take a band of drunk chimps and make a killer record . . . oh wait . . .
Yellow DOG Studios is located in the West Hills of Austin. Lots of trees and wild life surround us. I feel like I'm in rehab. I'll wake up and shuffle around a bit. Do some recording, then shuffle around some more until King of the Hill comes on. I guess Mike Judge lives around here somewhere. The weather has been beautiful and we've had some time outdoors.
Dave Percefull has also done lots of work with David Cook. It was a little bizarre being out here in yellow DOG Studios recording our sessions and then taking a break to watch David Cook win American Idol. David Cook rules and he's gonna do huge things.
We've been taking some video and pics of the entire experience and will be posting them here on the ol' myspachay page very soon. I've been eating nothing but veggie corndogs and room temp water. Don't get me wrong . . . the veggie corn dogs F N rules, but they get old after about the 4th box. They also have some nice carrots and beer down here. The local grocery store is called H.E.B., but the best place to get a breakfast taco is at Grandpa's down here on the corner of 71W and Bee Creek Road. Grandpa rocks asses with his tacos. He does things with the breakfast taco that modern taco-makers only theorize about in text books.
We partied on Saturday and I was scared to death. Lots of the dudes down in the party scene are 9ft tall and can outdrink me 10:1. The girls were checking us out, but our rock-aura was too intense to handle so they didn't speak to us much. Our rock-aura . . . I'm sure that was it.
I about died too. In the shower. No, I didn't trip over myself. I was attacked by a scorpion. I have a theory that scorpions are alien visitors from the moons of Jupiter. Little tiny robots sent to spy on our civilization and beam back messages to their home moon. They have claws and stingers to protect their data. If you could crack their quantum computing code, you'd find eons of video and stats on the human race. Well this week they captured a grown man screaming like a baby that just spilled scalding coffee in its diaper. It wasn't pretty. I had body parts flailing everywhere and it just sat there . . . and stared at me . . . collecting data and beaming it up to space. I bet those fuckers are still laughing. Laugh it up. Laugh it up moon men.
Watch the stinger,
Hugs and kisses,
Calvin
Where to begin? We are in Austin recording our full-length album with Dave Percefull and oh the stories to tell. Dave fucking rules; the sessions are going incredibly smooth and we are ahead of schedule. The songs are sounding amazing. This is going to be a helluva record! Dave can take a band of drunk chimps and make a killer record . . . oh wait . . .
Yellow DOG Studios is located in the West Hills of Austin. Lots of trees and wild life surround us. I feel like I'm in rehab. I'll wake up and shuffle around a bit. Do some recording, then shuffle around some more until King of the Hill comes on. I guess Mike Judge lives around here somewhere. The weather has been beautiful and we've had some time outdoors.
Dave Percefull has also done lots of work with David Cook. It was a little bizarre being out here in yellow DOG Studios recording our sessions and then taking a break to watch David Cook win American Idol. David Cook rules and he's gonna do huge things.
We've been taking some video and pics of the entire experience and will be posting them here on the ol' myspachay page very soon. I've been eating nothing but veggie corndogs and room temp water. Don't get me wrong . . . the veggie corn dogs F N rules, but they get old after about the 4th box. They also have some nice carrots and beer down here. The local grocery store is called H.E.B., but the best place to get a breakfast taco is at Grandpa's down here on the corner of 71W and Bee Creek Road. Grandpa rocks asses with his tacos. He does things with the breakfast taco that modern taco-makers only theorize about in text books.
We partied on Saturday and I was scared to death. Lots of the dudes down in the party scene are 9ft tall and can outdrink me 10:1. The girls were checking us out, but our rock-aura was too intense to handle so they didn't speak to us much. Our rock-aura . . . I'm sure that was it.
I about died too. In the shower. No, I didn't trip over myself. I was attacked by a scorpion. I have a theory that scorpions are alien visitors from the moons of Jupiter. Little tiny robots sent to spy on our civilization and beam back messages to their home moon. They have claws and stingers to protect their data. If you could crack their quantum computing code, you'd find eons of video and stats on the human race. Well this week they captured a grown man screaming like a baby that just spilled scalding coffee in its diaper. It wasn't pretty. I had body parts flailing everywhere and it just sat there . . . and stared at me . . . collecting data and beaming it up to space. I bet those fuckers are still laughing. Laugh it up. Laugh it up moon men.
Watch the stinger,
Hugs and kisses,
Calvin
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