Rain + Outdoor stage = No show
The show at Houlihan’s has been canceled today. Sorry if any of you made the trip out to come experience the awesome digestive qualities of our music.
We had a great time playing the Rex! Thanks to everyone who came out and to Mandrake Project & Grey Area Productions for giving us such a cool opportunity. We really appreciate all the positive feedback from friends and fans alike and hope everyone who is interested has taken the time to download our free four-song EP on our music page. In addition to the video from the gig below, you can check out some new pictures in our photo section. Thanks again!
We are playing a gig at the Rex Theater in Pittsburgh on Saturday, March 27 with the Mandrake Project. Go to the “shows” section of the site for more information. You can check out Mandrake’s myspace @ http://www.myspace.com/mandrakeproject
Hope to see you there.
…a reflection on the 1-17-10 recording process.
Well, we originally planned to get started at 10:00. Thanks to a sick girlfriend, a starving quadraped and typical musician mentality, we managed to start setting up gear a little after 11. All things considered, I’d say that’s pretty darn good.
Its a good thing Trevor knows what he’s doing because once I’m done setting up microphones and plugging in the cables, I’m pretty much useless (aside from the actual performance part – and that’s debatable). We go super high tech here with Eight Whale. Nothing but the best. So, naturally, Trever sets up his Presonus Firestudio and Mac on a green folding card table in the middle of the basement just above the storm drain. After hitting his head on the furnace pipes one too many times (and a call to our savior, Allison, who brought us a forgotten power cable) we were up and running and doing sound checks by 12:30.
6 hours, 12 donuts, a pot of coffee, one veggie tray and 37 of Aaron’s trips to the restroom later we called it a day. We managed to get some great takes of our better known (known to us, that is) material that Trevor and his wiz-techno-esque-ness abilities have ready to send out for mixing and mastering.
We recorded everything live, which I believe is the only way a self respecting band of our nature can record. You’re only as good as your worst take so forcing yourself (and each other) to be efficient and consistently successful is going to pay off dividends in the end. Not only are you going to have a much more organic and honest recording when its all done, but all the extra takes and re-dos are simply rehearsals that will pave the way for consistently being that much better as a band when you’re out playing live.
That said, we should be really REALLY friggin awesome when we play live now.
There is some photo and video evidence of the experience that I’m sure will show up as bonus material on some random live DVD someday. I’ll let the rest of the crew see it before we decide to release it online (if at all). I figure it is only fair considering I was behind the camera the whole time (best way to avoid getting your picture taken). I did, however, take some artistic self portraits of my reflection in the floor tom head that will probably end up on my facebook page.
We look forward to hearing the finished product and posting it on the site for your listening pleasure and feedback. Those who join us for our upcoming show in late February may be privy to brand spankin new recording of their very own.
Until then, I’m going to go rest my chops for a bit. I’m expecting Akira Jimbo’s Wasabi Method in the mail from Netflix this week so I wanna be rested and ready to practice.
-DJ
The eighth whale descended into the murky waters of the web. Few knew of its existence. Its sights were set on the pursuit of the uncompromising truth in music. Long gone was its brief career as the signer on “Whales Songs: A Retrospective”, a CD found exclusively in pharmacy stores across the US at the steep price of $19.95. The CD never sold as well as “Coyotes Rudely Interrupt a Dead Guy with a Wig for 40 Minutes Straight”. The eighth whale was not bitter and wished the band of Coyotes luck in their future endeavors. For the majestic beast, the tides had changed.
The eighth whale wasn’t sure what its pursuit of truth in music would look like. His past career was amusing yet left him feeling empty inside. It decided to aim for something sincere and honest. The whale hoped that this sincerity would blossom into an art that covered a range of human emotions. It hoped that truth in music would reveal itself as it was intended…in the form of symphonic death metal!
