new songs...
Couple of things...
Went to see Silent Weapons play at "Charlotte's Underground" tonight. Some place that used to be, obviously once you're inside, a strip club. It was huge, and the stage was enormous, and the sound was really good, but it was one of the crappiest places I've been for a show. The door guy totally grabbed my ass and gave me a pseudo-wedgie. The bar is cash only. They only let you get one drink at a time. I ordered a "Guiness Draft" (as advertised above the bar) and received a Guiness from a can poured into a glass. Eliza used the plastic gun that she always uses, and some dude pulled her off-stage immediately after the show to bitch and moan about how they could send her to jail for having the gun or something. Got a 6 oz vodka & red bull... six dollars. Ugh. It had potential, but ended up just sucking. Definitely don't plan to ever go back there again. Just brutal.
Aside from that... Scott was here last week, and we managed to cobble together a few songs.
The first song is, as I understand it, a sort of love song to Raven...
The second song is, as I understand it, nothing.
I was working on something else last night and today. Allison came over later and agreed to sing someting on it. We came up with this.
Also, after Eston told me to fix the vocals, I played with the production on this "song" I did a long time ago.
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Labels: Allison, concerts, filboyd studge, music, Scott
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Hey, look... a post where I'm not just quoting other people...
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There was one post-"concert" photo that I neglected to post, but only b/c it happened the day after... Allison and Scott and Raven sitting around my house. I feel so... popular. Life Goal #1: Check.
Also... unless I'm greatly mistaken... the contents(?) of that table are ("contents" is one of those plural/singular nouns things that sounds like the subject/verb doesn't match, right?) interesting. Or funny. Or not. But maybe I just wanted to talk about the finer points of the word "contents."
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A few weeks later Brooke graced us with her presence for a few hours while visiting these fine united states (NOT a proper noun in this case). She chose a good night since Wednesdays are Wongdays at 300 East. As I understand it, Dustin has actually been to 300 East but has no idea what a wong is. These, Dustin, are Wongs. They contain some alcohol.
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The most amusing thing about this place is its bathroom doors. There are no words written. No pictures of people in dresses or jeans. None of those circles with a symbol on them that are supposed to mean "man" or "woman." Not even a "V"-shaped space b/t Jesus and Mary Magdalene signifying the sacred feminine. Just some dogs. Before you can take a pee, your drunk ass must correctly locate and identify the dog sporting a rock-hard boner. Then. And only then. May you pee in peace.
Now that I think about it, it would probably actually be worse if it was all limp.
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After successfully completing the Ordeal, you are at least rewarded with a porceline potty complete with easy-access ashtray. The only place I've ever been that encourages smoking in the boy's room.
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wow. I am so about to cry.
I just spent the last many hours writing a report about the comic convention... I opened myspace in a separate browser window to look up a profile, and ALL of my IE windows crashed. I so fucking hate myspace.
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Labels: Allison, Brooke, Raven, Scott
filboyd studge @ the Bucket
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Right. So Scott came into town this past weekend, and we knew what we were gonna do, by God. Get the band together. With Thomas filling in our rotating bass player slot. But then Thomas went to China of all places b/c he hates us. Moo Goo Gai Motherfucker. Or maybe that's Japanese. I don't know. Regardless, Eston said he'd take the job since we were the best band he'd ever heard...
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Scott says my recall is fading... he might be right. I'm pretty sure that Allison and I started everything off... we played Aeroplane Over the Sea again for Scott and Raven. We really wanted to do it like Dustin, but we're not quite good enough. But it was still quite serviceable since Allison is such a good singstress. I bet there are pictures somewhere, but I don't have any... then Eston did his solo intro stuff to, you know, butter-up the crowd. The opener has to suck so that the headliner sounds awesomer. (Yes, open mic night can have a headliner... even if they play in the middle.)
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I can only imagine that Eston and Sarah are missing from this incredibly cute shouldabeenatriology set o' photos b/c Bryan doesn't know Sarah. Which is too bad.
But so it goes.
<---- me & Allison
Scott and Raven ---->
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But anyway... there weren't actually many photos on my camera of things that actually happened during the concert, and I don't feel like screen-cap'ing the video. So this is pretty much all I've got as far as still images go. I had to lighten them in Photoshop, but I like the red tint that was naturally there...
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heh... And Raven praying at the altar of studge.
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I'm feeling narcissistic today... I'm pretty sure these photos mean that I done good.
Plus, it's almost like I'm smiling.
And I really like that first one. For obvious reasons. It so totally makes it look like I'm not even anywhere close to going bald.
Allison says I look like a child molester.
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This here is the closest thing I have to a picture with everyone in it... You can barely see Sarah over Brian's left shoulder... Allison's hitting on Eston behind Scott and Brian, and Raven's trying to avoid the whole thing by keeping her eyes closed. I guess she's kind of like an ostrich that way.
I guess I'm not in this picture... nor is Judith... nor is Bryan... I don't think I knew anyone else that was there tho. Except, of course, for Christy the lovely bartender.
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Scott trying to look all academic after the show...
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And then hanging with a friend who is unknown to me. I think this dude's name was Matt...?
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And then there's this Raven girl. She lives in New York. On the morning of the show, she was in New York. On the afternoon of the show, she was in New York. An hour before the show, she was in North Carolina. Rad? Yes. That's pretty freakin' rad. I'm pretty sure this photo says, "Holy fuck, I am so freakin' happy to be at Jeff's Bucket Shop right now!"
And I reckon that's Sarah and Eston there in the background again.
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And this is Allison and Raven acting happy after the show even tho the only thing either of them really wants is for filboyd studge to never stop playing ever.
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And I suppose that just leaves us with the last few obligatory band photos...
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Well... and then, of course, the video of the whole thing that Bryan cooked up for us...
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Labels: Allison, bryan, Eston, filboyd studge, Raven, Sarah, Scott
here's a thing that I may have posted before when I was working on it alone... but I don't remember. This is me making it happen (albeit poorly) with two of my best friends. I really feel like playing it again now, but such is not possible.
Labels: filboyd studge, music, Scott, Thomas
Scott's (and Thomas's) Birthday in St. Simon's
Stupid camera. I've gotten picture happy since I got it...
Scott's birthday was last weekend. And Thomas's not long before it.
So Scott and Thomas and Bryan and I converged on Scott's super-rad pad on St. Simon's Island.
Here's what happened... well, some of it.
| 06 & 07 October 2006... and so it goes... |
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And we arrive... Thomas and Scott have been slaving over the stove all day just so that Bryan and I can feel welcome when we arrive. So precious.
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We celebrate partially at some weird place that I thought was karoke. But it was an actual "band." Scott wanted to dance with some of the hot babes...
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...but he was too shy...
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and Thomas was too cool. Babes? Fuck that.
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After ditching the hot babes, we headed back to Scott's... where Bryan made himself comfortable, cards were dealt, and Scott became beligerent. (this is Raven... she made Scott's shirt. She doesn't like photos. And she's getting flipped off.)
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I'm not quite sure how this happened, but apparently Thomas and Bryan and I had glamor shots made. And I dunno why Scott doesn't have one. I'm pretty sure he wasn't taking the pictures or anything. Perhaps he was flipping people off while this was happening.
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Look, mom! I can fly!
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One of the many many... many... many. pool games played over the weekend...
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And the next morning, Scott lectures Bryan on the health benefits of showers vs. baths. "Stand in the place where you are!" "Your head is there to move you around!" (Bryan might get that reference, and Scott will think it sucks.) Regardless. This is a hot tub. On a screened-in porch. With a stereo. And a TV. And the water is just outside. Cool.
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After being too lazy for far too long, we manage to motivate enough to go to the beach. Thomas looked so cute with all his gear... and Bryan... Bryan's always cute.
---> ---> ---> --->
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Someone (probably Bryan) chucked the frisbee into the ocean far before anyone was ready to get wet. Valiantly, Scott went to fetch. Although it was probably to impress the girl sitting by herself on the beach. Her dog, however, had the same idea and went to get the frisbee instead. It turns out that she was from Savannah, so it was cool that the dog won the race.
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Unfortunately, no one was around to capture our godlike bodies crashing through the surf of low tide at St. Simon's. The whitecaps rolled in and over but couldn't phase our determination. Like modern day Prometheii, we brought light to the people. As they saw us struggle, man against nature, we conquered again... and again... and yet again! Despite the best efforts of God and Neptune, we still threw that damned frisbee. Back. and Forth. And Back. Here, Thomas is doing is best to capture the waning light of passing-godhood as it slowly drips off our bodies to sink to the bottom of the sea. Yes.
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| 08 October 2006... and so it continues... |
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Yes... technically it was the 8th, but it was really just the end of the 7th. I think. Regardless. This is the moon. The pictures below are also of the moon. Not the sun. The moon. The last one is the first time I realized that I could really raise the exposure on this camera. That's a 15 second shot... with me trying to hold the camera still by hand. Hence the shakiness.
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After a little too much to drink and a little too much regular pool, it was time for the super stupid pool tournament. I'm pretty sure this (as with the frisbee game) pitted me and Scott against Thomas and Bryan. and yeah... that's 30 balls on the table. Not including Scott's.
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Almost lastly... me. After, most likely, making a terrible terrible shot in pool.
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And lastly... There is no lastly.
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DISCLAIMER: Bryan took most of these pictures that night, which is why he does not appear in day 2. It's not any bigotry towards Bryan. Except for that last picture b/c he crashed early. That was bigotry.
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Labels: bryan, Raven, Scott, Thomas
Bryan took this photo at Scott's place on St. Simon's... more to come, but this is probably the best. Sucks that he's taking the picture instead of in it tho...
and I totally ripped off this idea from someone at valiantcomics.com.
Although I bet he stole it from someone else too... who's to say. Labels: Scott, Thomas
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