If you go here and sign up to be inundated with spam and print ads and agree to, say, join BMG and buy some Frontline from some competing-with-PetMeds.com-website, they’ll send you a Sony Vaio. And/or they’ll send you things like DVD players and coffee makers to “test” and keep.
I’m so on the verge of trying it – I really want a laptop.
And it’s not like I don’t already get six pounds of junk mail every week… and THANK GOD. We use it for kindling in the winter.
The question is: is $1200 worth of laptop reasonable compensation for my name, email, and shipping address? What’s my marketing information REALLY worth?
Good news! You are no longer what you eat. You are what’s on your playlist.
(Whew. I was getting tired of being a Taco John’s potato ole bravo, no meat, add onions. It’s much better being an eclectic mix of soul, R&B, funk, and superpop.)
First of all, I’m pretty pleased with my outfit today. I’m doing a bit of a pink-and-black thing: black babydoll tee (it says “No, I will not fix your computer“), a pink sweater, a black skirt with pink polkadots, and black pants under the skirt. And I’m fairly blonde, too, from highlighting my hair the other day.
Second, my body’s trying to have a panic attack, the damn thing. My muscles are tense, my heartbeat’s irregular and thumpy, and I misdoubt I’m breathing quite normally. Ugh.
Third, my dad’s out at the house but I have to work ’til five. Brett just dropped by – he’s in town doing something or another – so dear ol’ dad’s out in the country alone. Maybe he’ll do the dishes. (Heh.)
Today’s search engine strings:
ttc blinkies – wisbar advance themes – periomenopause – pussy of color – huge pores – ping osx – mix pussy – matrix sanskrit – free blinkies – cobalt pop lock – tricked out saturn – chaz palmieri
The last two I do not understand at ALL. I mean, the only entry on my site with the word “Saturn” in it is not about a car, and my one reference to Chaz is about some Christmas special he directed that I watched last December.
Recording is finished!
For me, at least. I think they’ll still be laying down additional tracks (guitar solos, mandolin, flute, violin, etc.) and finishing production & mixing until Wednesday. Next Friday we’re meeting at TB’s for a pizza-slash-listening party. After that I have no idea how long it will be until I actually get a copy. I’m gonna get J to let me put a couple tracks up on my site, hopefully in their entirety.
J & Snow want me to come to Aspen, CO in May to perform the material for Sai Ma, but I have no idea if that’ll work out – I’m willing to go, of course, but airfare from CR to Aspen is probably prohibitively expensive, and landing in Denver would do me no good since it’s so far from Aspen and I ain’t takin’ no damn Grayhound bus up a mountain.
Sunday, the last day of recording for me, was a bhajan-style song… names of the Divine Mother (Lakshmi, Durga, Kali, etc.) in call-and-response format. J invited several additional background singers from his satsang group to make it sound fuller, so I was basically nothing more than a choir member. We spent literally HOURS punching in – about two thirds of the way through the song – to get a tricky tempo change nailed; we could have re-recorded the entire track about five times in the time it took them to nail the punch (*insert the heavy sigh of the eternally-beleagured-vocalist-who-waits-on-musicians HERE*). After we finally got it right, we did another track of response vocals, then we listened to it and I was finished with my part of this project.
I think I’m vaguely bummed it’s over, actually. I haven’t sung in so long. Maybe Snow and K and I really should start a band and do late 70’s/early 80’s covers; we’re all from the same planet and would have an absurd amount of fun. Or, as K said, “Fuck that! Let’s write originals!”
Anyway, after we finally finished recording I gave K a ride home. (MY GOD I LOVE K AND A. WHY DON’T I HANG OUT WITH THEM?!) (I see them once a year at Amma, and they live right smack dab in Fairfield; it’s not like it’s hard to find them fer chrissakes.) A was home so I went in and ended up spending a lovely fun hour there. (MY GOD I LOVE K AND A. WHY DON’T I HANG OUT WITH THEM?!) We talked about music and concerts and listened to CDs. I got to hear Walter Becker’s [song] “Book Of Liars” for the first time since I lost my cassette six years ago. They made me listen to some tracks off of the latest Duran Duran album. And K burned me a copy of Steven’s album ‘Let Me In’.
Steven! Is recording albums in his bedroom! In New York! How cute is that?! Actually, I guess his name’s Derby now, but either way – I sang with him when he was Steven – the album’s got some really nice moments on it. The first three tracks are solid, at any rate. I’m SO brutally amused. Steven (er, Derby) actually called when I was there – about five minutes after we started talking about him – so I got to say hi to him for the first time in about a decade. He sounds like he’s doing really well. A says she talks to him practically daily. Who knew?
A caught me up on the whole Steven/Ilana-Barbara/Katya/etc. crew; it was great to hear about everybody. Barbara STILL wants to record the a capella group (twelve years later!) and is threatening to get us (me and A) to NYC this August or so to actually accomplish it. I told Derby I’d record with him while I’m there if there’s time. HOW FUN WOULD THAT FUCKING BE?
Very. That’s the answer: VERY. FUCKING. FUN.
Anyway, go to Derby’s site and download some smooth tracks. Some of it’s pretty tasty, you might dig it!
My GOD I want a big pipe. (That means high-speed DSL, you perverts – I’ve already got ready access to the kind you were thinking of.) (Well. By “access” I mean as long as it’s ungodly early in the morning, or in the twenty minutes between dinner and and Brett’s bedtime at, like, eight.) I’m uploading images to Gallery in the background, and it’s so hideously SLOW. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
When I got home at 11:30 on Thursday – after my several hours in the ‘studio’ – there was a white pickup I didn’t recognize in my driveway, and no husband in my house. Hmm. Shiva was gone, and Stella and Bindu had been sleeping on the bed. (Little bastardettes. I got a tick because they’d been on the bed!) Then I started hearing noises. Squeaky, weird noises. “What the fuck IS THAT?!” I demanded of the dogs. They just looked at me and held their own doggie counsel.
I investigated, afraid it was the largest rodent in the world living in my kitchen or something… but it was coming from UNDER THE STAIRS. Holy cow! FOUR PUPPIES, BABY-GATED UNDER THE STAIRS! So Ron must be here!
I finally got my cell charged enough to call the boys, and they were drunk in front of Torino’s – that’s all I learned before my phone died again. I went to bed, but got up an hour later to hug the hell out of Ron when they finally showed up out here. God, I love that boy.
Friday got up early and did some chores. Then I went to lunch at Revelations with Tahmi and Christina and had a great time. (I love hanging out with girls!) Later, I took a rather substantial afternoon nap. (I’m super into napping these days – it’s so relaxing. Plus I don’t sleep for shit at night.) Brett wanted me to get out of recording Friday night and go to Iowa City for dinner and to see Liquid Soul, but I had already committed and so he took Ron as his date.
I got home around midnight, and Brett and Ron rolled in around three. They walked silently in the door and went straight to bed, both of them. I could hear them both and they were both sound asleep within minutes of lying down.
Saturday I got up early again – before either of the men – and went to town to buy breakfast groceries. (I figured they’d be all hung over, and ready for bacon and eggs when they got up.) My dogs weren’t on the ball for some reason, so I took Prana with me on the drive. About five minutes before getting home with eggs and hashbrowns, Ron called my cell. I answered: “Hello! I’ve got your dog!” I said. “Oh good!” he replied. “Do you have any coffee?”
By the time I walked in the door Ron had coffee going. I made egg and tomato omelettes, bacon, rye toast, and hashbrowns, and we ate breakfast together at the picnic table since the weather was so drop-dead gorgeous.
I napped from ten to one, since I’d barely slept five hours the night before. When I woke up, Toby & Jeanne were here, picking out a puppy. I hung out with Jeanne for barely an hour before they left. Then I went to town to record.
(Recording’s almost done, by the way. Friday and Saturday I was singing backup vocals – very fun. I think I’m actually going to like the end result. It’s gonna sound good.)
I got home around seven, and had just enticed my beloved into bed when Ron arrived from dinner out with his mom. Brett got back up and promised me a raincheck, and I actually fell asleep early. Brett stayed up ’til midnight hanging out with Ron and playing GTA on Playstation.
This morning I got up early again, let the puppies out before they started squealing and barking, did the dishes, put on a pot of chai, and started laundry before the men were awake. It’s ten now, and I have to be at Tim Britton’s at two to record the final song on Jonas’ album. I’m going to try to post some images of the puppies, and then I think I might go highlight my hair with that box of hair color I bought two weeks ago.
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With the last of Prana’s puppies!
(Click the image to see more pics)
There were four, but now only three – Toby and Jeanne took one home yesterday. Need an adorable retreiver pup? CALL US! Quick, before Ron leaves again!
This probably won’t make you laugh – it was something of a location joke (i.e. “you had to be there”) – but I nearly wet myself:
Last night, recording. We were in between takes. I’d been giving J grief about his love of reverb – he’s so used to hearing reverb on his voice that he’s bummed without it, and I HATE REVERB. (TB told me that’s unusual in a singer, but I don’t own any gear so I can’t HIDE MY FLAWS WITH REVERB.) (Reverb is for pussies and guitar players. I am so serious.)
Anyway, we were in between takes. It was quiet. I was sitting on the floor, K was nearby. TB was tweaking stuff on the laptop across the room. Recording gear was everywhere – instruments, thermoses of tea, wires, cables, mics, scores, notes, shaker eggs.
In the utter quiet, I muttered: “I hate reverb.”
K replied: “I hate compression.”
And then TB, from the console, as if queued: “I hate you.”
It became a little schtick: ‘I hate reverb I hate compression I hate you’, ‘I hate reverb I hate compression I hate you’, ‘I hate reverb I hate compression I hate you’.
Seriously – that shit was so funny!
No? Hmm. Guess ya hadda be there. 😉
68% of the people who have visited this site in the past week are USING WINDOWS XP:
Startling. Shocking. Like, wow.
I think I’m gonna buy a Mac. Seriously. Maybe a Mac mini, even. Yes! (It’s cool, it’s basically *nix, you know.)
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4 random books from my Library!
