So we were at Frankensound Rehearsal studios last night, and i look at the bulletin board on the way out and i see this flyer. (This is the picture i wanted to get off my phone in the previous post.)

We subsequently found the flyer on Diffy Productions' myspace site. Unknown if another band printed it out and hung it at Frankensound or if Diffy Productions goes around hanging flyers. Either way, pretty cool to see someone else promoting our show.

Speaking of which, come see our show on Saturday! It'll be almost a reunion tour type of show, with Control Room (actually now renamed and reformed as the Deadbeats, with a cool sound that reminds me of NoMeansNo) being a band that we played with at the Blue Room and Celestial Void being a psychedelic/classic rock cover band that we played with at Band Fest. And Celestial Void's drummer is in the Puking Shrews. But we'd also like our friends there!

Also potentially a special surprise, with the Syndrome possibly being cured, at least temporarily. What does THAT mean? Come find out!

By fnord12 | February 23, 2009, 9:57 AM | Music | Comments (9)| Link

Lucky Only You

A MIDI to USB cable goes for about $30 on MusiciansFriend.com. I found one for $6 at an Amazon Marketplace store. I figured with that much of a price difference, it was worth trying even if it turned out to be a dud.

It arrived yesterday. I haven't tried it yet but i can say that i am quite pleased with the packaging. It makes me feel very special.

By fnord12 | February 20, 2009, 9:08 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link

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Random Lyrics Thursday

We Love Dancing by Arling & Cameron

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
We love dancing!

By fnord12 | February 19, 2009, 8:27 AM | Music | Comments (1)| Link

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Random Lyrics Thursday

Deus by the Sugarcubes

Bjork:
Deus does not exit.
But if he does, he lives in
the sky above me,
In the fattest largest
cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and
cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his
gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly
down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it
gets bigger, woooh

Einar:
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeeky clean,
Really clean.

Bjork:
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.

Einar:
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Bjork:
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want
to get down from that
cloud,
First marzipan fingers
then marble hands,
More silent than silence
and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room
for two hands,
They start at the chest and
move slowly down.

Einar:
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeeky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

Einar & Bjork:
Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus

Bjork:
He does not exist

By fnord12 | February 12, 2009, 11:50 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link

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Improve your listening experience with... wood.

Madness.

By fnord12 | February 11, 2009, 1:17 PM | Music | Comments (1)| Link

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Oh Dear

We love M.I.A. here in the SuperMegaMonkey household, but, as the voice of your conscience, we've just got to ask - honey, what's got into you? Ahhhhhh, hmmmmmmm?

I'm going to attribute the decision to purchase and subsequently wear this outfit to an advanced form of "baby brain".

I was, however, quite impressed with her ability to dance around during her performance at the Grammys while her baby's birth was imminent. Quite frankly, i'm surprised her baby didn't fall right out during the number.

By min | February 9, 2009, 3:44 PM | Music | Comments (0)| Link

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Random Lyrics Thursday

In Shreds by the Chameleons (UK)

I grasp at life's fading light
I need you tonight
I need to be heard
Your actions speak louder than words
Ignored by you all
I stumble and fall
I suddenly knew
My life meant nothing at all

In shreds, I stare down at the street
Yearning for sleep
That blissful escape
But when it comes it's always too late
The whore in my bed
The noise in my head
A hole in my pride
It's coming and there's nowhere to hide

It seems to me to be self-contradictory
It seems to me you count your victories while they're there

Ignored by you all
I stumble and fall
I suddenly knew
My life meant nothing at all
The whore in my bed
The noise in my head
The hole in my pride
It's coming and there's nowhere to hide

It seems to me to be self-contradictory
It seems to me you count your blessings while they're there
You count your blessings while they're there
Count your victories while they're there

It seems, it seems, it seems
It seems to me
To be
To be self-contradictory
It seems to me you've become part of the machinery
Part of the machinery
Part of the machinery
Become part of the machinery
Machinery

By fnord12 | February 5, 2009, 9:41 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link

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