parsimonious |ˌpärsəˈmōnēəs|
adjective
unwilling to spend money or use resources; stingy or frugal : parsimonious New Hampshire voters, who have a phobia about taxes.

Glen thinks me rather PARSIMONIOUS for not joining him for a cheap Lucky Star lunch across the street. And he may be right.

Some minor tweaks on the Fundamentals’ mixes to start the morning followed by more cleaning up of Melanie Peterson’s bed tracks (chipping away on those), laid down a bass track on Joy Thompson’s song and some one pass takes of banjitar on the porch songs that I’ve been working on with Morgan Doctor.

Reddish brown, eh? Much like the bloodstains on these Slaughterhouse walls. Hard to wash off.
Mark Zilman came by today to tune up the piano for sessions this week with Melanie Peterson and Joy Thompson. As an added bonus he worked on the pedals, too.
The main part of today has been dedicated to doing a fresh round of updates on the Fundamentals’ mixes. Giving them more of a … RUSSET flavour.
Some time was spent working on one of the bed tracks from Melanie’s session. It was an even smoother performance that I remember from Pete Lambert – doing a very solid set of Motown beats.

Changing gears to start working on medical songs with Mel Borins.

Trying to stick to the RUSSET theme, here are some songs that are loosely held together.

Lucent is the word of the day, but it was a day of cloud cover, some rain, a power outage and one exploding carafe. The perfect day off. Watched 12 Angry Men with my kid and it occurred to me that perhaps Mayor Rob Ford could use a viewing of this film, maybe learn a bit about the “soft-sell”… among other things.
Looking for a new carafe if anyone is getting rid of one…

Since January 1st, we’ve been using one of those Word Of The Day desk calendar note pads. Each day a new pearl from the land of fascinating words is revealed. Oh yes, words such as autodidact, dendroid, picayune and fop to list a few. Today though, today, we were given google – the verb, of course. Shouldn’t it take a couple of more years before that word goes on record officially? Isn’t there some obligatory gestation phase before a word is crapped out the other end of a dictionary? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fully object to having such a ridiculous word, one which is so firmly a part of our daily inter-web ritual, being “eventually” let into the annals of respectable vocables, such as podcast was a few years back. Look at me, I’m most likely misusing all sorts of great words, but at least I know that these words are worthy of getting thrown around with abandon! It’s too soon! And very much like the time I told a girl I was seeing for a brief period that I “love(d)” her and almost fell forward into a chasm of awkward silence, I say “shhh to you, unworthy word, live a little more, travel the world, go hiking in Europe for a few weeks and then, and only then, when you and the rest of the Earth are ready, hop into my Word Of The Day desk calendar note pad.” On that day, I’ll be excited to wake up to you.

Finally, someone “gets” my work – and then some. There are some very illuminating analyses of the songs on Prince Perry’s Love At The End Of The Century CD. Steve Shafer’s review is thorough, enthusiastic and a thrilling read from top to bottom. Not to be missed. A thumb’s up!
Thanks for making my day, Steve, especially after this damn “google” incident.

Last night The Howling Bullets released their EP, From the Public Domain. It was a show at the Cadillac Lounge complete with make up and a little Burlesque to accompany their dual bass assault. The EP was recorded in a total of 24 hours spread out over two 12 hour days. Each song cuts through the muck, each one ending in death. Lyrically, of course. Now there’s no stopping them.