tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678216066970374982024-03-05T05:14:47.045-08:00FINNBLOG USAPUSA crap,Jason Finn crap, some tacos, other crap.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-4570879650016602142008-07-10T17:31:00.000-07:002008-07-10T18:00:25.362-07:00Oslo is in Norway...I ran here.Let's see....it's the middle of the night in Oslo, and I should be trying to sleep. But Frick it, lobby call's not till 1:00 tomorrow, and I can't sleep. Been working on a couple little posts for over at my <a href="http://presidentsrock.com/pusablog">band blog</a>, but it's down at the moment. I swear I will be changing web people soon. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-69255899485347869652008-04-24T10:19:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:03.970-08:00Glasgow runslept in till around 11 today, then ran along the Clyde. Man, it was freaking hard...I felt like weeping after about 35 minutes. I'm going to credit myself with 4 miles, but that's pretty optimistic......as usual, more at our pusablog on our <a href="http://presidentsrock.com/">main site</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcbRWGR8cgrjgACTcycN32bcl3L9ZDu31Ad_yx023wyBTY2RFemPp9cElIBKATld7a90mhOh75wPa8Ysx_NSgOcGD_bxm8L7wuZShEaKjYLqFNi9VWnKRxSqvwvzQNKefB7D9jSCyq_c/s1600-h/DSC00561.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcbRWGR8cgrjgACTcycN32bcl3L9ZDu31Ad_yx023wyBTY2RFemPp9cElIBKATld7a90mhOh75wPa8Ysx_NSgOcGD_bxm8L7wuZShEaKjYLqFNi9VWnKRxSqvwvzQNKefB7D9jSCyq_c/s320/DSC00561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192864203887366834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisf1MAN8VRAseXIQosFpavw5hgpSdkfEmhUWfEteOKRWYmeZLJUU3qk9tHiwZkfaVCRM25GCa7gebKkNlV0enhPibjCu9JUsoXZCj2Yhm6eRR6LT_BcmUbLdq7sCNwuPYCW5djE6Ytp3A/s1600-h/DSC00562.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisf1MAN8VRAseXIQosFpavw5hgpSdkfEmhUWfEteOKRWYmeZLJUU3qk9tHiwZkfaVCRM25GCa7gebKkNlV0enhPibjCu9JUsoXZCj2Yhm6eRR6LT_BcmUbLdq7sCNwuPYCW5djE6Ytp3A/s320/DSC00562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192864431520633538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The River Clyde, as you can imagine, has a lot of bridges. Go figure. I did a nice little back and forth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxquzxzaPwj4f4NYpJvH17RbjdNnjFGeB2RZsAf2W8RrDfrKlm_VkSc9MuDhy3LCF1iootF9wnMGY3k9usoRyPSrbEZu7uJBkSrraNgpN4hznhB52pQ7ER6Ain9K-xsDmKVIDAuE8gS2Q/s1600-h/DSC00563.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxquzxzaPwj4f4NYpJvH17RbjdNnjFGeB2RZsAf2W8RrDfrKlm_VkSc9MuDhy3LCF1iootF9wnMGY3k9usoRyPSrbEZu7uJBkSrraNgpN4hznhB52pQ7ER6Ain9K-xsDmKVIDAuE8gS2Q/s320/DSC00563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192866686378463970" border="0" /></a> pattern as I headed East, then South from our city centre hotel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-xyCszbOgaL4wlMWYi6eh7lr_4vYORusiIG4pq2PGn-6uUCfRgX8E01LmP_qhy404Bhw3nIND1xY7URHNrDfhGqIJuV1xgIosN3Zqtnn_wHH4YXIDX1rzMuxd3m_SN54QYPGF2JxLuw/s1600-h/DSC00560.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-xyCszbOgaL4wlMWYi6eh7lr_4vYORusiIG4pq2PGn-6uUCfRgX8E01LmP_qhy404Bhw3nIND1xY7URHNrDfhGqIJuV1xgIosN3Zqtnn_wHH4YXIDX1rzMuxd3m_SN54QYPGF2JxLuw/s320/DSC00560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192866278356570834" border="0" /></a><br /> <br />Saw some cool stuff, like this arch, and generally enjoyed the juxtaposition of very old, and not so much old all along the streets....<br /><br />50 mile challenge is gonna need a miracle now! Still, It's nice whenever one gets some physical activity in on tour. As Bon Scott said: "getting had, getting took, I'll tell you folks, it's harder than it looks! It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll".Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-21683448182557033752008-04-20T08:00:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:05.348-08:00Bristol run....I'm not doing so well on the 50 mile challenge....but am chipping away still......got 5 in the other day in Bristol...what's my total? I've lost track......20? a little less?<br /><br />more ROCK oriented blogging is as always available over at our <a href="http://presidentsrock.com/">main site</a><br /><br /><br />lots of cool stuff to look at on a run through central Bristol.....much more interesting than running around <a href="http://http//www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=158560">my neighborhood</a> all the time.....<br /><br />this guy is named Colton, and he has his own square......(bonus fact: Theres a venue on this square that was host to fricking JETHRO TULL the same night as our gig).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3Cw2cWk10idtCn_Mi7MhUd8xDXLY8GATqcdLOfloVerp7EjqkHEMRpycDsNkDIs1wZaCtq1EVTbP-2XPX5M5g-eAPGNM_ncnwYBpMYhmXAg5iWIjj1etn-KMYsBMaEtdTn1bf81556U/s1600-h/colton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3Cw2cWk10idtCn_Mi7MhUd8xDXLY8GATqcdLOfloVerp7EjqkHEMRpycDsNkDIs1wZaCtq1EVTbP-2XPX5M5g-eAPGNM_ncnwYBpMYhmXAg5iWIjj1etn-KMYsBMaEtdTn1bf81556U/s320/colton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343347347003074" border="0" /></a>memorial for WWI and WWII, in same square...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsqauB9Cf1afvblXiaHIpxxqvukdy3AKub8r8mU0FugVZBLpbcEbD487EuQgHgb9VH0oBHUw4-14THbOSqMfPrL3XuSvWrA8wHa3J3RdrDN2S5fQti9NQAHPOv5t7xKdOVSUI6KijgDc/s1600-h/memorial.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsqauB9Cf1afvblXiaHIpxxqvukdy3AKub8r8mU0FugVZBLpbcEbD487EuQgHgb9VH0oBHUw4-14THbOSqMfPrL3XuSvWrA8wHa3J3RdrDN2S5fQti9NQAHPOv5t7xKdOVSUI6KijgDc/s320/memorial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343355936937682" border="0" /></a>a little piece of the old town wall.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvs1XzDN6IfCXPzcSrbwK_mNy2sEBxFTdTyGctkxTsZya3sDC4ZUXQv6SaV0tCKprPUOFudKdKHN6WebnZ_jUUfQo1xufB0j6ZrOet0tPtv-EPDML-czqmgrQi7e7tqBemdhzcfz2Ixg/s1600-h/wall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvs1XzDN6IfCXPzcSrbwK_mNy2sEBxFTdTyGctkxTsZya3sDC4ZUXQv6SaV0tCKprPUOFudKdKHN6WebnZ_jUUfQo1xufB0j6ZrOet0tPtv-EPDML-czqmgrQi7e7tqBemdhzcfz2Ixg/s320/wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343360231904994" border="0" /></a>University......well built for students who want to learn the classics, while still feeling secure in the event of a siege....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyOkQYvZeezCpwgy23nXrQ-_9N3PW63CcBdMN3EpraVVu_15rQvVIrmHJK4xWPcBaWFiMl02VnykpD7SBt_L_rBlZ02FOWqG8cBKmheekmTJfaJs0l9wY4rk9lS_BTzUsO-jj9FGdCuc/s1600-h/university.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyOkQYvZeezCpwgy23nXrQ-_9N3PW63CcBdMN3EpraVVu_15rQvVIrmHJK4xWPcBaWFiMl02VnykpD7SBt_L_rBlZ02FOWqG8cBKmheekmTJfaJs0l9wY4rk9lS_BTzUsO-jj9FGdCuc/s320/university.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343364526872306" border="0" /></a>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-6436272815749949762008-04-14T10:49:00.000-07:002008-04-14T10:52:01.001-07:00Up again!Ok, I'm going to resurrect this sucker to work as a supplement to our <a href="http://presidentsrock.com">main site blog</a>. Even more minutia, more pictures, etc....so there.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-18847716558445063952008-04-14T09:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:06.310-08:00Utrecht...running around and stuff.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSR4V96QKkW4RvaaRRl7KTRAsHpZ1YdQP6njgNp-k-K3sNRPQRb03gd2YuM4PCstJQQSGvFWb0Wp-HQCevFv53KpG2XNmVBE6_apOAYupE5WfH7uj5HNuMZl2yUQmkHAACiSuLSE5D0a0/s1600-h/DSC00428.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSR4V96QKkW4RvaaRRl7KTRAsHpZ1YdQP6njgNp-k-K3sNRPQRb03gd2YuM4PCstJQQSGvFWb0Wp-HQCevFv53KpG2XNmVBE6_apOAYupE5WfH7uj5HNuMZl2yUQmkHAACiSuLSE5D0a0/s320/DSC00428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189153275162664898" /></a><br />Great town, here's some pictures I took running around yesterday morning. A (slightly) more complete discussion of our gig there is on the <a href="http://presidentsrock.com/">PUSABLOG</a> on our main site.<div><br /></div><div>I saw a windmill right in the city center!</div><div><br /></div><div>Awww, that's su</div><div>per Dutch.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then i saw this house and had to take a picture just because it will make our friend Matt Dresdner really really MAD. This is basically his dream house, except for the being in Holland part and the being on a canal part. We like to geek out on DWELL magazine and get mad about all the cool modern homes. GRRR.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwL-FJ4sDqCgLsqRCwL8dZUz6jHBiWHaz_QKSQie3qSyKPrnFaMLXVjdBV1vI2HzbIMaa8hT3Il5w7HTLpy-Y5R3PWL_H8HC2bR9W0geGV4bn6ipA3A9gj1u0Wz6GAph1eywRpre49qXo/s320/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189155594445004754" /><div>Then I saw a really big church. This is the tallest church in Holland, I was told. I believe everything I hear.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2INXwdMiYxuUSw9XCn4YEmBVwsHR-7Ln1rcbVMxQXr4kKvGpXi-WZqSJiwwYJvpL2g8WLAcY1SPH8s3ZPXyN4KZe_6bxsHRJvp4pZeL5iDHvlciTaOq1FJpX8VAR5CSZNQgqXF3ndPaM/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189155603034939362" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-70114888283280918422007-11-24T14:37:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:23:06.804-08:00Smoking!I'm a little puffy this morning. Waking up here in grey cold rainy Portland, Ore.<br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif" alt="Link" border="0" /></span></span><br />Last night we played one of our favorite places, the Crystal Ballroom. We're here about once a year, so its a very familiar day, star to finish. But there was something different about this one. It was a sponsored event. By a cigarette company.<br /><br />Very strange and fascinating, the sneaky things they do instead of actual advertising, which I think is largely off limits to them nowadays..for instance, on the Crystal <a href="http://www.mcmenamins.com/index.php?loc=2&id=98">calendar</a> our show was listed, but with no mention of the sponsor....I'm not going to say who they were, it rhymes with 'Bamel'.....but at the bottom of the ad in tiny print the entire venue is proclaimed 'a smoking venue' for the evening.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUUZkp-iRoCnvsTFwjjaSgU9sSHiEYClv1KhK-shrxyTfY-2H7ru1z1AtCcOg4FUgJW9IMwC742W1ZwRpOKoG2fwMVZBvrngdshlhytoFprJfO9PXkHYQyqEt8FOD32YTOFaKOwcoldI/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUUZkp-iRoCnvsTFwjjaSgU9sSHiEYClv1KhK-shrxyTfY-2H7ru1z1AtCcOg4FUgJW9IMwC742W1ZwRpOKoG2fwMVZBvrngdshlhytoFprJfO9PXkHYQyqEt8FOD32YTOFaKOwcoldI/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574609285181506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />They weren't kidding either....<br /><br />these signs were everywhere. I think they should have added <span style="font-weight: bold;">STRICTLY ENFORCED</span> at the bottom instead of the smiley face. No, I take that back, it's an excellent smiley face.<br /><br />Lets see....someone tripped one the fire alarms, and hilarity ensued as the air raid siren wailed away for 10 minutes. I got a free lighter and two packs of ------ (rhymes with Lamb-el) 'mellow' brand smokes for our merch dude, and all I had to do was get my id swiped into a Big Brother looking handheld device, and provide some fake phone and email info. It was pointed out to me that they do now have my address from the id though. Drat! And here's an actual picture of Chris working on the actual setlist of actual songs . We played Sharpen Up those Fangs for the first time, and it felt great. Two other new ones too, I would guess we'll be working in 3 or so New-ees every show from now until TATGTP drops in March. I said 'drops'. I'm whack! And a shot of Andrew from the end of the night, standing outside our hotel rooms. I wonder what is in his hand?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaRkedXqUNQ0I4ztAvWJTXm1Jty7YsC6QDij5EuKbG_4aTySZzVDsVCcTWxEOxZ4kbmSqYNGN7zzP-gA2vQOMabLr_i86j6HVQqQDkwVWGcA4YIoolvf8nr7IiVh0DQvfU1MgmQKTJUI/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaRkedXqUNQ0I4ztAvWJTXm1Jty7YsC6QDij5EuKbG_4aTySZzVDsVCcTWxEOxZ4kbmSqYNGN7zzP-gA2vQOMabLr_i86j6HVQqQDkwVWGcA4YIoolvf8nr7IiVh0DQvfU1MgmQKTJUI/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136578479050715218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8h-OMgUOVzgUuvQxP_6wp3D0gjYYWm_cqJNMuWk86AYOzM15HuRFsmMNMLQjyUbO-IfTZHQTwtshMTrGHxz2OHNZa-94ZHAds5E3fPmp0dQkchHUwpbc7QMaA2AY6azGgxXPC_zQeak/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8h-OMgUOVzgUuvQxP_6wp3D0gjYYWm_cqJNMuWk86AYOzM15HuRFsmMNMLQjyUbO-IfTZHQTwtshMTrGHxz2OHNZa-94ZHAds5E3fPmp0dQkchHUwpbc7QMaA2AY6azGgxXPC_zQeak/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136578934317248610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Going to have tacos before going home!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-44258539881222586732007-10-29T11:23:00.000-07:002007-10-29T11:35:24.688-07:00possible future blogging opportunitiesIt's been a nice little break from my <span style="font-weight: bold;">hectic</span> blogging schedule. Time to get back on the pony.<br /><br /><br />I spent several days on the East coast last week. Ate lots of amazing food, and saw a huge vehicle get <span style="font-weight: bold;">blasted into space. </span>Cool, man. That post will be next, for now all I've got is the <a href="http://www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=174184">slightly different</a> route I ran this morning....just starting from Presse, instead of my house. I know, more groundbreaking behavior.<br /><br />I must run now, so as to get to <a href="http://www.jupiterstudios.com/engineers.php">Jupiter</a> for the <span style="font-weight: bold;">LAST MIXING DAY </span>of the record. Yeah! Martin is going to remix Sharpen Up Those Fangs, because we added horns to it the other day. That's a whole nother post, also coming soon.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-81675529528909313752007-10-15T20:40:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:07.233-08:00Now that's more like it!<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:180%;">aaahhhhhhhhhhhh..................</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r4-6NNOzXBq29-j5QbW8VYHQa9EN8BnT0iUgLe7pvZYqC98B6i8TDiz_wXIvawBVHncAWQl5_Mw-JibQtn2CgH8MlbcUgN79zLgiolLSlJEAbUGZ-HNqmCiVDIIrh-nDjK3egdWWRLY/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r4-6NNOzXBq29-j5QbW8VYHQa9EN8BnT0iUgLe7pvZYqC98B6i8TDiz_wXIvawBVHncAWQl5_Mw-JibQtn2CgH8MlbcUgN79zLgiolLSlJEAbUGZ-HNqmCiVDIIrh-nDjK3egdWWRLY/s320/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121790058988013490" border="0" /></a><br />What a morning! Classic Seattle! Solid grey, drizzly, maybe 50 degrees.....ahhhhh.....I love mornings lke this for <span style="font-weight: bold;">two </span>reasons.<br /><br />The <span style="font-weight: bold;">first </span>reason I love mornings like this is that there are lots and lots of mornings like this, and if you happen to be born and raised here, there is an inkling of comfort to them. It's subtle, and in fact some folks don't even know they're feeling it, but I am convinced it is widespread amongst natives. Just a little voice going "<span style="font-style: italic;">wheew.....finally that ickey HOT WEATHER is over with. Back to flannel sheets and gore tex pajamas! Back to NORMAL."<br /><br />(</span>when I was a kid I came across my dad's Bill Cosby comedy records, the ones he made in the 60's. There is a bit about Seattle where he has a protagonist screaming 'what is that flaming orb in the sky!? It's drying out my sinuses!' classic stuff.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Now, I dont want to sound like a grump about summer. I love summer. And not only is Seattle one of the most beautiful places in the world during summer, I spend a fair amount of time screaming as much to skeptical folks all over the world, who envision monsoons and muddy streets filled with flopping, suffocating salmon. I just always have this nagging sense that I don't quite <span style="font-style: italic;">deserve</span> that amazing 81 degree beach day or boat jaunt or golf outing or whatever. We all feel like it's an anomaly, a <span style="font-style: italic;">mistake </span>by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jeff Renner, anchorman</span>....of course seems to be changing. What with climate change, and drowning polar bears and such, based on this last summer we may be desert-like in a few years. But for NOW, I think our intuition is correct....any sunny day is just not <span style="font-style: italic;">the way things really are </span>here.<br /><br />And if you don't like it, you can move back to LA. They are called <span style="font-weight: bold;">seasons. </span>There are <span style="font-weight: bold;">four </span>of them. Look into it.<br /><br /><br />whew.<br /><br /><br />The <span style="font-weight: bold;">second </span>reason I love mornings like this is that mornings like this are ideal for running. I took the weekend off, because my legs were feeling dead, so naturally I felt <span style="font-weight: bold;">strong like bull</span> this morning. I started what I thought was going to be a standard 6 or 7 miler from Gasworks, only to have the sucker reach <a href="http://www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=171377">epic proportions </a>on me. I felt like a million bucks at the end, stretching at the top of the <a href="http://pusalog.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-day-in-photos.html">big hill</a> there, and tried a couple of Victorious Hunter-style pictures with my camera's self-timer...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0t-hohho3dPJroRuNnKr5L7Ekgcp7OX7uGol6L3PftFN5AO_Nr5UUW5UahXbP_pgqTJEDRbI9c8GdKja8doRM2ls2ihLdstxphN4rQin45wmuXCllUeztI6GjpGSt5_UFHPq1XGLCGw/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0t-hohho3dPJroRuNnKr5L7Ekgcp7OX7uGol6L3PftFN5AO_Nr5UUW5UahXbP_pgqTJEDRbI9c8GdKja8doRM2ls2ihLdstxphN4rQin45wmuXCllUeztI6GjpGSt5_UFHPq1XGLCGw/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121790518549514178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcOUHjoRm2Si8WNxn7jW4SrZ95hhnsuKDjPLPe05l1QppQyPt10cYn1px0aQZbthr2aU8vaeBcXAGJgsJ8DYphdXKzeGy0TJhySolYCdUgfVJFVb-vhKnTm-SbKXkNsPszlcvEzVwXRA/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcOUHjoRm2Si8WNxn7jW4SrZ95hhnsuKDjPLPe05l1QppQyPt10cYn1px0aQZbthr2aU8vaeBcXAGJgsJ8DYphdXKzeGy0TJhySolYCdUgfVJFVb-vhKnTm-SbKXkNsPszlcvEzVwXRA/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121792266601203698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The first one's pretty good. The wind blew the phone off of its' little tuft of grass right before snapping the second one. I just wanted you all to see that I tried.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">by the way....there were about a hundred candle nubs up on there on the tiles by my feet there, left by some pagans, or picts, or druids or whatever. PICK UP YOUR SHIT WHEN YOU ARE DONE, OR I WILL TELL JESUS!<br /><br /><br /></span>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-26161871826779386652007-10-11T11:04:00.000-07:002007-10-12T13:56:07.991-07:00press (done at Presse!)Here's an email interview I just finished for the digital music seller Amiestreet. Thrilling reading.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Amiestreet interview version 1.0<br /><br />So this is somewhat scripted but feel free to play with it. I'd love to make this a bit more organic but I wanted to make sure we cover some of the points and silliness below! Either way thank you for taking the time out to give us some words. God bless America.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />I'm all about points and sillyness. And America!<br /></span></span><br /><br />So what's new for the Presidents? You guys obviously have more laurels to rest on than most but after breaking up and then getting back together again in 2004 there's obviously a purpose.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, we'd been working pretty steady since our Last album <span style="font-style: italic;">Love Everybody </span>came out in late 2004. So,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> we had specific plans to take 2007 off as much as possible. I don't know whether any laurels were involved, but we did indeed manage to get through the last 10 months only playing a couple of shows. Yay us. It's nice to have some time to re-stoke the fires of inspiration! Extra important because next year will see us unleashing the <span style="font-weight: bold;">New Album </span>we've been working on all summer.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><br /></span><br /><br />I know we're putting up 2 albums including the ridiculously popular multi-platinum self titled debut but isn't there something interesting about that first album other than just how much it sold (ownership is now back in the hands of band?)<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Yeah, we got the masters back from Columbia in 2003 or so. I don't know if that's interesting though. Interesting would be something like the fact that one night at the Fillmore in SF many years ago, Sammy Hagar told me I had a LIFETIME INVITATION to CABO WABO. Awesome! Less awesome but also interesting: at the next table was Mere Winningham, of <span style="font-style: italic;">St. Elmo's Fire </span>fame. <br /><br />But yes, we do own the record.<br /></span></span><br /><br />So when fans buy the music on amiestreet they're supporting you directly like many of the artists on the site?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Sure, in the sense that the only 'label' that is a middleman in this case is PUSA MUSIC. I use the quotes because PUSA MUSIC consists of our manager and a phone line (that's why we're doing our <span style="font-weight: bold;">New Album </span>with a real label).<br /></span></span><br /><br />Awesome, that makes the consumer impulse I'm having right now to buy every single one of the songs so much more wholesome. So I understand that during the hiatus many an interesting side project was started, including something involving.... sir mix-a-lot?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">buy! buy!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">You are referring to SUBSET, which was the three of us with Mr. A-Lot, and another rapper named Outtasite. We did maybe a dozen gigs around the Northwest, ad a quickie trip down the West Coast some years ago. Super fun! Mix is an amazing performer, Chris really enjoyed being able to share lead vocal duties, and play funky funky bass. Unfortunately our brief attempt at getting the 'magic' on tape (tape being a quaint substance people used to preserve sounds onto) didn't get finished before it ended. I'm told there songs out there on the internet from the sessions. A determined hunter should be able to find and 'share' them.<br /><br /></span></span></span><br />When and where can I see the Mix-a-lot colab performed live. Seriously, tell me now.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Every time I see Mix there is loose talk about doing another gig. For now though, your best bet is Time Machine. Check any bookstore, under "H G Wells".<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><br /><br /><br />Have you guys had even two seconds to get away from being crazy rockstars that jump around alot to look at amiestreet? Is it not perfect in its austere majesty? Do you relish the challenge of having to climb the price ladder just like everyone else here does?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dude, rock star is 2 words. Don't you know anything? Actually I think 'a lot' is too.<br /><br />And oh my god I am obsessed with climbing the price ladder....even though I'm not sure what that means.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br />And for my final three questions a jarring challenge for each member of the band that lacks any semblance of continuity... Please list:<br /><br />1. First song an amiestreet member unfamiliar with your catalog should check out (we'll actually link the songs you mention when the interview is on the frontpage)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Highway Forever (Love Everybody)......</span>is a country bumpkin burner that we still play live a lot, sometimes with invisible harmonica!</span><br />2. An item that you bring on tour to make the road more bearable<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sleep mask, with a backup sleep mask in case you lose your sleep mask.<br /><br /></span></span>3. Something people aren't paying attention to but need to....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The little yard-y area on my back deck is getting really messy and weedy. Who's supposed to be paying attention to that?<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-25970886574596967182007-10-04T16:15:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:07.385-08:00Jimi Action<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVWnraSlgu7yLvanVgCiZkm9x9yDLOZ-_bRmBzNSlfBD8xkPNDrHAhQJd__WAzpPEBG57NWHYtn1EQh3J0eqGq6cP8LZSJEUkoQP8wWBhJEk_XSy1yUgQEDiYK3TMhabihevUPYJTc7E/s1600-h/DSC00042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVWnraSlgu7yLvanVgCiZkm9x9yDLOZ-_bRmBzNSlfBD8xkPNDrHAhQJd__WAzpPEBG57NWHYtn1EQh3J0eqGq6cP8LZSJEUkoQP8wWBhJEk_XSy1yUgQEDiYK3TMhabihevUPYJTc7E/s320/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117628655435176594" border="0" /></a>What's so special about this picture of the Kaiser multi-tasking?<br /><br />Nothing at all.<br /><br />In fact I wouldn't share it with you except for the fact that the person he is talking to is in fact <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mitch fucking Mitchell. </span>That's right, <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/multimedia/sixties/index_item_20.shtml">that</a> <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Mitch fucking Mitchell.<br /><br />The Kaiser is going to be tour managing some Experience Hendrix <a href="http://www.pollstar.com/news/viewnews.pl?NewsID=8268&PSKey=JONLANR">Tribute Concerts</a> later this month, so he'll be rubbing elbows with a lot of Classic Rockers. Hopefully he will take lots of pictures, and tell us all about it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/jasonfinn/Desktop/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-62852501035373844182007-10-02T21:13:00.001-07:002007-10-02T22:09:25.099-07:00this post is missing musicOne of the great things about running is the meditative state that is so accessible so quickly. 10 minutes in, and I can start to observe things from a distance; the rest of my day, phone calls that need to get done, my novel, etc...so much can get accomplished during that time every morning.<br /><br />I should say, so much <span style="font-weight: bold;">could </span>get accomplished if I wasn't always ass-deep in gadgetry on runs. I have an irrational fear of being stuck an hour away from home/car/campsite with no tunes, or other aural diversions. So I usually go out with TWO devices. My trusty ipod in it's trusty sport skin is clipped on at the waist, and right next to it sits an am/fm radio as back-up, or for any NPR or sports content I might need. Overkill? Definitely. And that's not including the heart rate monitor that rounds out the geekfest....<br /><br />Not a big shuffle fan. Fuck, I'm running around with hundreds of my favorite records, there's always an oldie, or a recent add to get listened to. This morning though, I thought I'd see where the randomizer muse led me.<br /><br />and it led me straight to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8663934@N07/1474978416/">this man.</a><br /><br />Andre Nickatina. What a freak. What a genius...<br /><br />Someone for god's sake help me upload an mp3! Frick! Stef! Muzz!<br /><br />well shoot...the record I have is called <span style="font-style: italic;">Cocaine Raps, Vol. II......</span>the thing that makes this so cool is that there does not appear to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">Cocaine Raps, Vol. I. </span><br /><br />Now, I don't listen to very much hip hop these days, but there was a time when I kept pretty abreast of things. A.N. reminds me very much of Del Tha Funky Homo Sapien, except maybe meaner...Lots of slightly of-kilter orchestral samples and p-funk bass lines...and he rhymes like you would expect the crazy guy roasting chestnuts over a garbage can fire to.<br /><br />Seriously....I need to know how to put music on here.....I refuse to finish this without embedding a song in this bitch!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-34395566427820534742007-10-01T09:16:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:07.921-08:00Bellingham hurt us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSL6zPtxI6I0SCVFiPO2HqDQeJNB-IAKvWeRXhkQQcwg40rZQPk9am5C144hxlO-9lwZY4EZCTwk4BMqQCKG7b0Zhnwl3J-7tP0panHiUd1F_1SAsd8wjnxnnR8dPBnzlmbizEqFeCC08/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSL6zPtxI6I0SCVFiPO2HqDQeJNB-IAKvWeRXhkQQcwg40rZQPk9am5C144hxlO-9lwZY4EZCTwk4BMqQCKG7b0Zhnwl3J-7tP0panHiUd1F_1SAsd8wjnxnnR8dPBnzlmbizEqFeCC08/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116406666140837874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On Saturday the squad trooped 88 miles North to picturesque Bellingham, Washington, neighbor to Canada. And home to a really big college. Our goal: Concert performance at really big college.<br /><br />There was an amazing wooden statue in the corner of the dressing room. Chris was sure the model was a relative of mine. After some side by side comparisons I was forced to agree, although how he was able to keep his shoulders that square for the whole sitting is beyond me.<br /><br />I don't know why this picture won't load upright....I am not going to let it ruin my day, it'll just be sideways until my tech dept. can get things shipshape.<br /><br />Anyways, I took a bunch of pictures, and had <span style="font-weight: bold;">STEF</span> Rider video the show, so maybe that will make an appearance....but I missed the main documentation opportunity of the evening right after the set, when both Chris and Andrew cam back <span style="font-weight: bold;">bleeding profusely </span>from their respective left shins. I guess there was a protuberance on some weird part of the barricade, and when the fellows jumped out into the crowd at the end, POW. Chris actually had a <span style="font-weight: bold;">hole </span>in his leg, and eventually went to the ER for some stitches. The Kaiser elected to self medicate, and I got to help him, at an old favorite of ours, the <span style="font-weight: bold;">RANCH ROOM</span> (not the Royal Room which is a little tiny dive-y club we played our first B'ham gig ever at)......I got a snapshot of some of the medication here...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakbOexLpjy8lPre2ZY9Rg9QkHlaWXF9CI7FLKBTnSSqZxQrZJzz_7qB6d-cljZKjPJBEtA4w9nvzJXfABKYWQE1e6W8kF6UjLlmT4hRezzWE_tvD2mEgLktY44cRLMU3ILQ1J01J8hYs/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakbOexLpjy8lPre2ZY9Rg9QkHlaWXF9CI7FLKBTnSSqZxQrZJzz_7qB6d-cljZKjPJBEtA4w9nvzJXfABKYWQE1e6W8kF6UjLlmT4hRezzWE_tvD2mEgLktY44cRLMU3ILQ1J01J8hYs/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116409062732589058" border="0" /></a>Check out the totally gangsta-style c-note....I would like to add that neither one of us likes Jagermeister at all normally...not sure who's fault this round was, for sure one of our B'ham friends...possibly Kaiser's buddy <span style="font-weight: bold;">GONZO</span> who I kept calling <span style="font-weight: bold;">GOMEZ</span> for some reason.<br /><br />In any case, it's clear to me I need to develop better camera instincts.....because Chris's wound was SPECTACULAR....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NEWS FLASH! Chris just came over for a meeting here at my pplace, and has volunteered to pose for a post-stitches photo-op.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQRabM0SZ4z2PSHW_dpp1jFAa1IMw1ATQ5BuxT_HXDSwOBzqfhopVPF-_9sG_-IFCQbzPB1guSFdrEbGhS7D-cd13JSdFd-E-uvf8pX0jVMVtvkZR4w8EioRJ2j_1wchyQGYPmIGcvs4/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQRabM0SZ4z2PSHW_dpp1jFAa1IMw1ATQ5BuxT_HXDSwOBzqfhopVPF-_9sG_-IFCQbzPB1guSFdrEbGhS7D-cd13JSdFd-E-uvf8pX0jVMVtvkZR4w8EioRJ2j_1wchyQGYPmIGcvs4/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116414976902555666" border="0" /></a>Not as incredible as when the blood was spurting, Monty Python-style, but you get the idea.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-47413607408328910572007-09-14T17:40:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:07.947-08:00Long Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4D2EEOXf43egK9lshXxIe16eWC9-fIYC2To_gcggQR5l6jZlETGhfh0EjZABqCv0HinT0D6HMNHQgSz7puUqzsDUCQtwZR47DLkSkwGx3pnd1Z8_LLbSYbfKrcOlM4s8rJnB81hQWOmM/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4D2EEOXf43egK9lshXxIe16eWC9-fIYC2To_gcggQR5l6jZlETGhfh0EjZABqCv0HinT0D6HMNHQgSz7puUqzsDUCQtwZR47DLkSkwGx3pnd1Z8_LLbSYbfKrcOlM4s8rJnB81hQWOmM/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110226835478022002" border="0" /></a><br /> Not much notice.....No. 13 Baby, my <span style="font-weight: bold;">excellent Pixies cover band</span> is playing tonight at the Crocodile. It'll probably be the last(public) one, as our singer lives in Atlanta now. As I type this, I feel like I've mentioned it before? Oh well, it's still true. It'll be a hoot, and then tomorrow morning there are 2 PUSA sets at <a href="http://www.townhallseattle.org/">Town Hall</a> for little people 12 and under. <br /><br />Today started 13 hours ago at 5am, when I got up to bust ass down to KJR for my co-host duties. I'm off to soundcheck in a minute, so I'll have to talk about this busy busy day tomorrow...wait a sec...I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">three</span> gigs tomorrow, counting the Birthday party the Baby is doing tomorrow night....ok, Sunday at the latest....here's a quick pic of me and Sandmeyer, the main man this morning at the station....gotta go, bro.....Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-21981996691723851442007-09-11T16:24:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:23:08.141-08:00baking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNA3iu80kIQ3Dl1-n31cMs5W7o2vwHvUZM4LWOjNAwdsw1RuDnTH5q32dVK0r2G4DxMTaTxBHd5FFgV-Ln0_ip-Wi2lvhyphenhyphenOESKL0r6Jf1O-CFAAAIFWdit1lhqhD28t5ZhO1NDixya6uI/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNA3iu80kIQ3Dl1-n31cMs5W7o2vwHvUZM4LWOjNAwdsw1RuDnTH5q32dVK0r2G4DxMTaTxBHd5FFgV-Ln0_ip-Wi2lvhyphenhyphenOESKL0r6Jf1O-CFAAAIFWdit1lhqhD28t5ZhO1NDixya6uI/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109091687378918706" border="0" /></a>I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">closing in</span> on a really good pie. This one baked last night was my best ever crust. Flaky and light, and if I'd known it would come out so good I would have spent a little more time on the edges, thereby making it prettier. I used to make (shitty) crusts 24 at a time for pies and quiches at the Elliot Bay Cafe (under the book store). Those were very workmanlike, the dough having been mixed in a hobart so big I could have easily sat in it. The thing I got very good at was making the little pointy thingys around the edges. I'm just sayin, now that I'm zeroing in on a keeper recipe I'll be keeping more of an eye on presentation. My beef with this one was the filling. I had a crapload of blackberries from an excursion to Rattlesnake Lake on Sunday, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">dropped the ball</span>. In a last second nod to <span style="font-weight: bold;">health, </span>I tried fructose instead of sugar. I wish someone had been there to slap me. I mean really.....2 sticks of butter in the crust and I'm worried about some sugar? Dumbass=me.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-59644399699905474952007-09-10T14:39:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:08.743-08:00I suck, Sounders suckNo, the Sounders don't suck...just me...<br /><br />I seem to be getting worse and worse. Blogging is hard. Shoot, I thought I did a post just the other day, and here it is over a week...Well frick me runnin....I'm going to fire off great, insightful stuff all week. Starting tomorrow<br /><br />Today, I just want to share some photos my dad took of my glorious kickoff moment with your Seattle Sounders last week.<br /><br />First up: pre game beer w/dad at JImmy's On First, the recently-opened bar below that new hotel right across from the main entrance to Safeco field.<br /><br />Safeco Field of course the BASEBALL field here in Seattle, not to be confused with Qwest Field, a block away, where they play FOOTBALL (Gridiron) and SOCCER (football). By the way, I think it would be awesome if Europeans all got together and decided to start calling American Football "Soccer". That'd show us! Might become moot, as NFL Europe is closing it's doors this year...<br /><br />right.<br /><br />So I go to JImmy's not just to have a beer, but to jump on KJR for a few minutes with Mike "Gasman" Gastineau, who is broadcasting from there to hype the game, and also (this is a guess) because he has a bar tab there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWXkAo7vz7ZJ_ubl7gLCjP2lZ4Z-kji6gI3J24mCQHhWyvG7PURi7EonfU1LQa2fe-6pDHr0oTcDc3Z3ugwM7oC_vukyxmSo8psdkX15QokucL9o7uw_H7OGYGmbgqGYQ25gM1-vuvyM/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWXkAo7vz7ZJ_ubl7gLCjP2lZ4Z-kji6gI3J24mCQHhWyvG7PURi7EonfU1LQa2fe-6pDHr0oTcDc3Z3ugwM7oC_vukyxmSo8psdkX15QokucL9o7uw_H7OGYGmbgqGYQ25gM1-vuvyM/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108698684986432770" border="0" /></a>Gas is an amazing broadcaster, always super fun to shoot the sh*t with. I thought this would be an extra smooth appearance since I had spent some time formulating an anecdote or two from my soccer playing past (one hundred years ago). I'm cruising, the beer is cold, we're riffing.....and all of a sudden he is throwing hardball 'real' questions at me about the future of Soccer as a spectator sport in this country, followed by wanting my opinion on the political aspects of our city's current crises with our (soon to be gone) BASKETBALL team. I'm ashamed to say I<br />stumbled to the finish line of this segment. Or to use a sports analogy, I 'dropped the ball'.<br /><br />I should mention I'll be back on KJR this Friday for The very worthy <a href="https://www.sedonamg.com/auction/?AID=38">Groz With Gas-A-Thon</a>.<br /><br />off to the stadium, where there were 10,300 or so on hand for the big US Open Cup match...this was record-setting attendance for them, or #2 or something. In any case, all the Sounders office people I met before the game could not stop grinning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnBDxxG336AHqIaszGiMdNiYVTVlE3NtQv9_wtEN-szbMRJZiRvrXe297b2rXqXz5ysr1s9xdRPXkGEYsOUENqFVZoaLU-Xw26loiuVmMBMv_XsrOo73GovM9hPEi5VP7LpaPLW3Go6c/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnBDxxG336AHqIaszGiMdNiYVTVlE3NtQv9_wtEN-szbMRJZiRvrXe297b2rXqXz5ysr1s9xdRPXkGEYsOUENqFVZoaLU-Xw26loiuVmMBMv_XsrOo73GovM9hPEi5VP7LpaPLW3Go6c/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108707816086904082" border="0" /></a><br />Here I am at centerfield as the head ref is telling the Sounders office guy (blue shirt) to tell me to "GET ON WITH IT". You'd think he'd give me more props, considering the PA announcer had just called me a "Northwest musical icon".<br /><br />"Excuse me, mr. official.....no matter what you do, 80% of this crowd is going to be howling for your blood by halftime, while I am a 'Northwest musical icon.' I'll kick the fricken thing when I'm good and ready!"<br /><br /><br />I want to make it clear that they only open up one side of the stadium for Sounders games, which is why it looks like the stands are completely empty. I swear. Also, somehow my dad managed to not gt a single player from either team in this shot, the Sounders forwards are about an inch to the left of the frame.<br /><br />We lost, 2-1. BUT I got a picture with the guy who brings a bass drum to every game, and heads the cheering in the superfan section. This guy is amazing! I think he may have been drinking!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdGWTT_DPwX8YRkqHLRxIdoOsDW21Mn8SyXwBos3FPizIwt5aZqQErkT0O6eH7x5CjZMkIhP4FImyz4moaj19Lmwhyphenhyphen32V4xmaSZUe1F-WNujePZl4g5U-_0Z9DEF0dmoGCEa3QUXxVeM/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdGWTT_DPwX8YRkqHLRxIdoOsDW21Mn8SyXwBos3FPizIwt5aZqQErkT0O6eH7x5CjZMkIhP4FImyz4moaj19Lmwhyphenhyphen32V4xmaSZUe1F-WNujePZl4g5U-_0Z9DEF0dmoGCEa3QUXxVeM/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108710474671660322" border="0" /></a>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-556204882435300782007-09-04T15:45:00.000-07:002007-09-04T16:02:17.576-07:00go Sounders!Sports stuff! The Seattle Sounders are in this tourney called the <a href="http://www.usopencup.com/">US Open Cup</a>....it's like the EU cup in Europe, except tiny. Anyway <span style="font-weight: bold;">your</span> Sounders are in the Semi-Finals, having won four matches in a row, including 2 against MLS (1st division) sides. Here's the tournament <a href="http://www.usopencup.com/2005bracket/index_E.html">bracket</a>.<br /><br />The semi match is against another MLS team, FC Dallas, tonight here in Seattle at Qwest Field...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and guess who is going to kick the ceremonial first ball?</span><br /><br />me!!!<br /><br />I'm not sure how this works, probably alot like a first pitch at a baseball game. Pretty cool.<br /><br />I'll also be dropping in on my dog the Gasman who is broadcasting from right beside the stadium. Thats 950am KJR, at 6:20.....<br /><br />beautiful day for soccer, too....grey, rainy....fall is in the air, and I love it.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-24362545319861419902007-08-31T15:00:00.000-07:002007-08-31T16:23:10.532-07:00runningI run alot.<br /><br />Lately it's been extra-alot.....weekly average is up around 35 miles, definitely uncharted territory for me. While I've been into it for some years<span style="font-weight: bold;">***</span>, I've always been limited by my legs. Or rather the litany of little aches and pains and bangs and pulls and -itises that are a normal part of a runners' world. A shin splint here, a knee tweak there, maybe a bruised toe (trails!)....after last years Seattle (half) Marathon I was hobbling for months ( I put up a <a href="http://www.seattlemarathon.org/2006Results.asp">kick-ass time</a> though! Beat my goal by 4 1/2 minutes!). Currently though, I am enjoying unprecedented injury-free leg action, and I'm 90% sure it's due to yoga. Yay yoga.<br /><br />I mention this because...<br /><br />there are a million cool sites people have put up using google maps and other map apps. Hmmm......map apps..... I've been using <a href="http://www.usatf.org/routes/">this one</a> to keep track of my mileage lately....here's my route from <a href="http://www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=159633">this morning.</a> Thats right, I am a big enough dork that I will sit and plot out the route I've just done. Just started saving them this week, thereby upping the dork ante considerably. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />***Running is absolutely the best thing you can do if you are quitting <span style="font-weight: bold;">smoking</span>! And I should know, I've quit smoking dozens of times!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-43655051989422893452007-08-30T10:22:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:08.938-08:00Go M's, Go PixiesSo yesterday I had a vague notion of busting out Download Recap pt 2. It was not to be, since I fried my brain at Mariners game. As it turns out, I would have been better served going to the beach. We got<a href="http://blog.seattletimes.nwsource.com/mariners/2007/08/swept_away.html"> killed.</a> On the one hand, it was a bummer to watch the massive suckfest that was this very important series (I went Tue night also). However, it must be remembered that it's been years since there has been an important series in late August to s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFilspAW2pdLfpIjGOgMGvu0H8GJhS8A4jmJuc1GAXKoUEMgLFRmCpkxEepQ8RHFoz5BM7j_6O5197Ivy8q-IsmWrUiu7Merlpflam5pQF-EvHzJnCnEmJR9KcL-486qFX7dY9KK6XNLY/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFilspAW2pdLfpIjGOgMGvu0H8GJhS8A4jmJuc1GAXKoUEMgLFRmCpkxEepQ8RHFoz5BM7j_6O5197Ivy8q-IsmWrUiu7Merlpflam5pQF-EvHzJnCnEmJR9KcL-486qFX7dY9KK6XNLY/s320/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104552744465669314" border="0" /></a>uck in. Our Boys in Blue have been in it all summer, and it's been awesome.....I am trying to keep sight of how much fun I've had listening/watching/going to games this season. So there..<br /><br />See how fun it was? My friend Jackie begged for me to destroy this photo. Suck it, Jackie!<br /><br />Anyways....it was a million degrees(a couple beers in the mix too), and by the end of the game I was too brain damaged to consider any typing activity. Which was just as well, since I remembered at the last minute that I had to go play Pixies songs! Thats right, I play with a Pixies Tribute band called No. 13 Baby......we havent played for a couple years because A) The fricken Pixies got back together, and B) our singer moved to Atlanta. BUT since they seem to all hate each other again (weird!) and our boy Jeff is visiting, we're doing one more gig. It's weeks away and I thought rehearsing this early was nuts. Whoops! I forgot that most Pixies songs are <span style="font-weight: bold;">really fucking hard.</span> Well, that might be overstating it, they tend to have alot of off-time weird little bits that you thought you would remember that you don't, and arrangement quirks that need to be re-learned. Plus, as mentioned I was a little brain drained anyway, so I did very little to distinguish myself musically at this practice. I'll get 'em next time!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-51126199199826284382007-08-28T11:14:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:09.068-08:00Download Recap, pt 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNfgh4qBDCLDNKoN7zmJu4t5wDG4MbP_vumTcwzK_7cnc9btiSnGf6tyiaKJv4LfNJ5Cvry8zaT-YaEPm99OscjYmP4ZdpVlhgCBAzpXrMj_uyVHL306c56Ea1I3NjEKu567PQP3qf7U/s1600-h/1244705519_638b3d4eaf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNfgh4qBDCLDNKoN7zmJu4t5wDG4MbP_vumTcwzK_7cnc9btiSnGf6tyiaKJv4LfNJ5Cvry8zaT-YaEPm99OscjYmP4ZdpVlhgCBAzpXrMj_uyVHL306c56Ea1I3NjEKu567PQP3qf7U/s320/1244705519_638b3d4eaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103818841928965298" border="0" /></a><br /> I can't seem to find an hour to chill out with laptop and crank out some yarns about last weekends' Download Festival at the Gorge. You'd think I had a job or something. For now I will say simply........<br /><br /><br />I didn't think it was possible for me to become a bigger <a href="http://www.myspace.com/nadasurf">Nada Surf</a> fan than before....then they left us their <span style="font-style: italic;">last six beers, </span>along with a nice note on our trailer door. I am a huge, huge fan. Of beer.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-28094931948598288252007-08-13T15:52:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:09.628-08:00party house, where there was a partyCan your band fit their entire backline into the back of a Mini Cooper?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTnRpzbY3tbPcfPJIkP4UeJM62PfOcKRnoo2U0nqW_Cz7lSJ4Ej4YnMcadUDIHuohE05WeGzxB0CSINIW_yfXC5IMHwMnY0oaFhJPf-8p8Jr9RLQPBafhzeUO3ubqkCJlFBD826DJXWM/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTnRpzbY3tbPcfPJIkP4UeJM62PfOcKRnoo2U0nqW_Cz7lSJ4Ej4YnMcadUDIHuohE05WeGzxB0CSINIW_yfXC5IMHwMnY0oaFhJPf-8p8Jr9RLQPBafhzeUO3ubqkCJlFBD826DJXWM/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098712744156889666" border="0" /></a>I DIDNT THINK SO......<span style="font-weight: bold;">SNAP! </span><br /><br />ok ok.....this is a <span style="font-weight: bold;">very</span> small version of our backline. A couple teeny acoustics <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2F1QDPLx9J4sDbZ-_-V2KVkw9hOyFMkL77aspxQxdBFFg6klOK-k2dfKTTBUkNPgwmx3y7x7Zjn3P_bEq_X1IVEkpf7pIrnJFoeN8dUGKMeqzVaWu2KJblJVpzng6z3oWbQummaA7kI/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2F1QDPLx9J4sDbZ-_-V2KVkw9hOyFMkL77aspxQxdBFFg6klOK-k2dfKTTBUkNPgwmx3y7x7Zjn3P_bEq_X1IVEkpf7pIrnJFoeN8dUGKMeqzVaWu2KJblJVpzng6z3oWbQummaA7kI/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098716287504908882" border="0" /></a>with amps, and a new rig I bought the day before. The best toy drum kit that 85 bucks could buy, as far as I'm concerned....this thing is <span style="font-weight: bold;">small.</span> The kick drum is 13 inches (diameter, duh), and just to put it into perspective, that's an inch smaller than your average snare drum. I swapped out the ridiculously thin heads it came with for some 'real' ones, and it sounds great! Well, the tom and snare are great, the kick sounds like a tiny drum being hit with a pedal. It'll do though, because the idea is to come up with a rig that is really portable, for use when we do little acoustic performances, like for radio stations.<br /><br />Oh my god, that's exactly what we did Friday! Why am I writing about this on Tuesday? Because I suck eggs! <br /><br />sooo....we played all country versions of our stuff, and wore cowboy hats, and ate chicken wings, and drank beverages provided by a large beverage company, and generally had a good time. Stef took a bunch of pictures with my phone, for which I am extremely grateful, even though she kind of owed me for blowing it on the pic front at the TFH gig last month. Here is one. Note the very fine sense of composition and style. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsPu_dI-0Prr8tNIvUWtFpB7i8_6GZl0YVb1H9perID0gh6aEDfpt4ipmrnenCKlYbIp1vmLrV2lnDVJw9qpf1auA1N61wp9M3CyYd1n1KCz7qn7H9-z9_4FHI8eGGrb_Tu27iqsnRTw/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsPu_dI-0Prr8tNIvUWtFpB7i8_6GZl0YVb1H9perID0gh6aEDfpt4ipmrnenCKlYbIp1vmLrV2lnDVJw9qpf1auA1N61wp9M3CyYd1n1KCz7qn7H9-z9_4FHI8eGGrb_Tu27iqsnRTw/s320/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098717232397714018" border="0" /></a><br />afterwards I met some friends at a Mexican bar down the street and had 3 Mohitos, which made me feel I had been beaten severely about the head and neck with a baseball bat the next morning. Sugar and Liquor don't mix as nicely as they used to.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-80964591517473639502007-08-10T13:02:00.000-07:002007-08-10T13:06:03.801-07:00Late plugshoot..I forgot to mention: We're doing a very short acoustic set at the END's "Party House" tonight around 8. It's somewhere on Alki in West Seattle, and I think people can watch from the street....but your best bet is probably <span style="font-weight: bold;">tuning in</span>. We practiced for this on Wednesday, and every tune came out <span style="font-weight: bold;">country. </span>So, it'll be a pretty iinteresting little set.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-79963619765860758162007-08-09T16:48:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:09.837-08:00Back that thing up!Monday night was Biscuit night.<br /><br /> I ordered a ridiculous amount of these <a href="http://www.calliesbiscuits.com/">special biscuits</a> from this company that my friend Von pointed out in a magazine. I should point out that she was on <span style="font-weight: bold;">day 5 </span>or so of the Master Cleanse, and had brought a <span style="font-weight: bold;">cooking magazine </span>to the beach with her. I couldn't tell whether she was extra nuts that day or just showing off. Anyway there they were....4 kinds! Easy online ordering was promised at the end of the article, and thus Biscuit Night was conceived.<br /><br /><br />They were tiny, barely 2 inches square, and weighed about a pound apiece. very deceptive. The consensus was that the traditional buttermilk (with butter and preserves of course) was the best, but the heavier savory types (cheese, ham) were good too...fricking huge meal, especially after adding the <span style="font-weight: bold;">fried chicken and mashed potatoes </span>into the mix (there was salad too, in a last minute nod to the nutrition authorities). THEN dessert....<br /><br />strawberry ice cream, scooped onto <span style="font-weight: bold;">more biscuits...</span>the secret weapon flavor: cinnamon. mmmm...<br /><br />I just realized I don't have access to pictures from biscuit night, except for one I took with my phone while prepping, before anyone showed up: noteworthy because the scoops of butter look like an <span style="font-weight: bold;">ass! </span><span>Sorry.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Q8ClRCfp9f6TjxEvAh4KxslKmAh3TCz7BYrnvPnrEKfoveM-OkE_-JTrn_sfpkCIf9nn8zbRAm8t4mczxHXo0OTEvvzscQBgsVQvpWQZe7ZqcZVHuhWGq0Ae9I675xsjbfWDCl0iB0E/s1600-h/DSC00188+copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Q8ClRCfp9f6TjxEvAh4KxslKmAh3TCz7BYrnvPnrEKfoveM-OkE_-JTrn_sfpkCIf9nn8zbRAm8t4mczxHXo0OTEvvzscQBgsVQvpWQZe7ZqcZVHuhWGq0Ae9I675xsjbfWDCl0iB0E/s320/DSC00188+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096858812933636658" border="0" /></a>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-63368283077987913922007-08-03T16:35:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:23:10.347-08:00Totally pro percussion(ist)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7CQrAx_DdJzyCwPWJoKeRE-f-5r-TuKYOGM-R3JL5KzR3De3wljDCL1HcQisYc7E7oJgbYAN2usNTINiKKz7Sz_ic5CeetbiF78GKd7ygelIlrgGhnCSqyAki4jitlbH3cvLR4hqSn0/s1600-h/DSC00182+copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7CQrAx_DdJzyCwPWJoKeRE-f-5r-TuKYOGM-R3JL5KzR3De3wljDCL1HcQisYc7E7oJgbYAN2usNTINiKKz7Sz_ic5CeetbiF78GKd7ygelIlrgGhnCSqyAki4jitlbH3cvLR4hqSn0/s320/DSC00182+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094636618329522706" border="0" /></a>Check out this mish mash kit I was using for our acoustic session earlier this week (I'm also using this as an oportunity to learn how to hot link a picture, so try clicking on it, to see a larger image). Note the little wooden block propping up the silver and red drum on it's stand. Nothing sketchy about that as long as you're not planning on striking it more than once or twice. In this case we'd set it up to augment the main kit for a short <span style="font-weight: bold;">drum solo</span> that was (for about 15 minutes) to be part of the arrangement for a tune called <span style="font-style: italic;">More Bad Times</span>. Fortunately it was decided that, like most <span style="font-weight: bold;">drum solos</span>, it was more funny than good, and was 'edited'. Now, there are lots of great drum solos...like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRuTcnd8YLU">this one</a>...Jon Bonham...The Greatest....I mean, along with Ichiro.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwD9C2Tx3UEnwPMW20oYGAlPSwXNlPBQN40iOKGR4flnTW9dqnootXw0xLaa-xYWlmKPa7XCXRDHrZddvE-1KaEbPxwkne7YrTPMACdDoRnvp9wddMkpo1bLSLHnBm3ALOSCpX7MA3U0/s1600-h/DSC00170%231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwD9C2Tx3UEnwPMW20oYGAlPSwXNlPBQN40iOKGR4flnTW9dqnootXw0xLaa-xYWlmKPa7XCXRDHrZddvE-1KaEbPxwkne7YrTPMACdDoRnvp9wddMkpo1bLSLHnBm3ALOSCpX7MA3U0/s320/DSC00170%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094635609012208082" border="0" /></a>Onward! Did I mention how Pro I am? Only a Pro would tape together <span style="font-weight: bold;">two</span> tamborines, for that <span style="font-weight: bold;">extra tamboreeny </span>tone! Nestled onto the couch cushion no less, to be struck with stick or palm. But that's not even the most Pro thing. The Most Pro Thing is below: The <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pro Cowbell Thing.</span> Again, nestled onto the couch cushion, this time because it was too freaking loud unmuffled. But how do you keep it from slipping off the cushion! <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duct_tape"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Duct tape</span></a>, baby! </span>Obviously Pro Percussion is alike with every other segment of Human Endeavor in that it would be impossible without duct tape. Remember Apollo <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8Jx9OnmG2FoyrHz6a9qISZ8oPji5-nx9-Y3eEtGT1cBDsOLXlGitx0-Tb_jBbKXPXasUw9mH0T4eC8rFsG4MgR8g1KYqaDYaK7vu8vzMg1ZkMXYuoG4Jl1s2Rdf1b-ky72rUyqXmEHk/s1600-h/DSC00185+copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8Jx9OnmG2FoyrHz6a9qISZ8oPji5-nx9-Y3eEtGT1cBDsOLXlGitx0-Tb_jBbKXPXasUw9mH0T4eC8rFsG4MgR8g1KYqaDYaK7vu8vzMg1ZkMXYuoG4Jl1s2Rdf1b-ky72rUyqXmEHk/s320/DSC00185+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094639345633755682" border="0" /></a>13! <br /><br />This is also a good spot to reference the Christopher Walken <span style="font-style: italic;">more cowbell </span>skit. So let's all do that. Silently.<br /><br />Ok...out of time, I'd like to dash off a Big Finish to this post, but must run.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-71967475465706930962007-08-01T09:59:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:23:10.573-08:00more songs, tacospersonally, I'm still really happy about Ichiro's contract extension. And as anyone who occasions to look at my various screensavers knows, I get endless enjoyment from gazing at him.<br /><br />HOWEVER<br /><br />not everyone agrees with me on this. So...I am going to press on, even if it means Ichiro gets knocked off the top.<br /><br />......<br /><br /><br />Monday and Tuesday this week PUSA was back in Chroma taking an acoustic whack at a couple of songs that for whatever reason didnt quite Raise The Roof at our sessions last month. I was particularly excited by how a little number called Scrappy Puppy turned out. it was a favorite of mine while we were demo-ing in our practice room.<br /><br />Sample lyric:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">eyes drippin all brown and runny</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">get distracted by the smell of a bunny<br />small puppy.....wish he had some money<br />too take a taxi home<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">what's not to love, right?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />anyways, we didn't nail it last month, and I had despaired of it's ever rearing it's puppy head. There is a groovy drony trippy element that is delicate and and has been tough to capture. In fact while the "tape" was rolling* i was pretty sure we still werent going to be able to use the stuff. Lo and Behold! I believe we captured a really nice vibe. I even got some footage with my phone of our musical genius unfolding! I'll see if I can put it up, I have yet to try any video here....</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I'll tell some fascinating stories about my percussion skills tmorrow.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I should mention to that on our lunch break yesterday I snuck out for lunch with a friend at the taco place next to the <a href="http://www.sunsettavern.com/">Sunset.</a><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Mv-TvZNFFVN2NSvBFFiArZ8X1l0DP7r2YQk5dTIuY7UN5ZK5SDBgPhNai8euvIoU4FpzEPsDqRuSSR1ujfe_c0jvL6XsahENgE0Kgr30_ieGbGicGcVkbecSaulADRZEP_saNe48KjQ/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Mv-TvZNFFVN2NSvBFFiArZ8X1l0DP7r2YQk5dTIuY7UN5ZK5SDBgPhNai8euvIoU4FpzEPsDqRuSSR1ujfe_c0jvL6XsahENgE0Kgr30_ieGbGicGcVkbecSaulADRZEP_saNe48KjQ/s320/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093818135001858482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />enchilados!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />*no actual tape has been been harmed making this record. We've been beating the shit out of a couple hard drives, though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267821606697037498.post-88605896999339519422007-07-11T09:22:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:23:10.669-08:00yes!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyQxivpALRFhFAik9BGg_ZL7YdVaAHSX1cA-EBd3-jfxRb6FP2ofijsi5C4HfarsfKZaC4kbQ-RlZF1Q7B1lXGFWx_EORcwKB1KDQs2g90El_ZAQTkWOgMHdNtrQsnopnTBgr9Tp5e78/s1600-h/ichiro-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyQxivpALRFhFAik9BGg_ZL7YdVaAHSX1cA-EBd3-jfxRb6FP2ofijsi5C4HfarsfKZaC4kbQ-RlZF1Q7B1lXGFWx_EORcwKB1KDQs2g90El_ZAQTkWOgMHdNtrQsnopnTBgr9Tp5e78/s320/ichiro-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085975774292633554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">YES!</span></div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321014001685088000noreply@blogger.com0