The Blog | Tony Hendra: The Rapture Is Crapture (Part 1) | The Huffington Post

The Blog | Tony Hendra: The Rapture Is Crapture (Part 1) | The Huffington Post

Just go read this and then think about it real hard. I'll be on my mountain top waiting for a sign.

like Ornette said...

there are only two types of music: that which makes sound, and that which doesn't.

It's sometimes hard for me to believe that, especially when I'm scanning the radio wastes and come across some whiny-butt numetal crooner (OH MY LIFE IS SO HAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRD! -shugshugshugshug) or soundalike R&B teenager. But just because I don't like it (and believe you me, I don't) doesn't make it Not Music.

Sometimes I think I've just gotten old, in which case the music is just doing what it is s'posed to do to old farts, which is annoy them. But all the new music doesn't bug me - some of it I like a great deal, especially the grindy, glitchy electronic kind. And the sorta country-rock kind. And the jazz. Boy do I like the jazz. It's just the crap that bugs me.

I guess I'm alright.

waiting for closure

I'm sitting here waiting for my B*** of A****** closing agent to call me. I'm s'pposed to be closing on a house in about, oh, four hours and I have yet to hear from my closer. I don't know what my final costs are. Is this normal? I dunno - this is the most grownup thing I've ever ever done. The biggest thing I've bought to date is a used Honda Civic at Carmax. I loved that car. It was black on black with no pinstriping (stealth mode), a sunroof and a wikked six-speaker stereo. My whole keyboard rig fit in there.

The band played a great show the other night. Eddie's Attic always feels like hallowed ground. When we suck, it feels like we're failing the legacy. We we do well, like we did Saturday, it feels like we've earned our tiny place in Decatur music history.

Anyway, back to the house thing. It's our first; and it's starting to get scary. We own land. Not a lot, maybe a 1/4 acre. But it's got a dope house on it (see above) and it's in a cool neighborhood with nearby pro soccer. And gay couples! I'll have to keep the yard up!

I fell off the blogwagon

I haven't time or purpose - but here's some random thoughts and things that have happened lately:

1. I bought a house

2. I signed a letter of intent to take a new job in August

3. I am having an ongoing musical identity crisis

4. I eat too much

5. I used to think Bush was sincere but mistaken; now I think he is the blinkered figurehead of a criminal conspiracy bent on pseudo-theocratic oligarchy

my kid leads a far more fabulous life than I do

Right now she's skiing and snowboarding in Tahoe with her aunt. In Febuary, during her last school break, she went skiing in Santa Fe. Did I mention she's 10? And here I am, wishing I knew what was really going on on Lost...

the happy accident

I love accidents - the things that happen during recording that result in everybody yelling "Keep it! Keep it!" I was working on some tracks last night and nothing was working. Everything sounded too fast or too corny or too "electronic" and just couldn't get into anything. Then, I loaded up session I had started a while back that was just a Moog bassline and some blippy noises. Reason was slaved to Pro Tools (via ReWire) but it had the wrong file loaded, so when the track started it was playing a beat I had written for a 126 BPM song, but at 85 BPM. It was crawling, and it made my hair stand up! What had sounded goofy and derivative at 126 sounded darkly funky and cool at 85. I slapped on a quiet ambient pad from Curt's JP8000 (which I have kidnapped) and a track started to take shape. Now I have to forget about it again for a month and then stumble across it while I'm hating a different track.