Saturday, July 24, 2010

Album Fart




So.
Yesterday I screen printed all day with my good friend Melissa Powers. The following are examples of what sort of process I will go through to create the album, blogger, and myspace art.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Manchester

New Hampshire looks cold, although it currently feels similar to the sweltering Virginia heat that I have grown up with. I've been told that the weather has been uncharacteristic, and when I look at the steely, distant clouds around me I believe it. The scenery on the ground and in the sky makes me believe that I am on top of something very big. Exposed to and weathered by the great natural forces that surround it.
The city of Manchester is small. It sits on a plateau overlooking the surrounding rivers and mountains much like my previous home: Blacksburg. And, like Blacksburg, it requires one to make the best out of the simple things it has to offer. There is nothing conventionally striking or exciting here, but I spent much of the last four years in a town that offered nothing conventionally striking or exciting and regard those years as some of the happiest of my life.
Manchester will be fun and, although I do not know how long I'll be here, I am
comfortable calling it my home.

Scott

Images from Itch Fork


Saturday, July 17, 2010

Chicago! Release date!

Oh my gah!

ONLINE MUSICAL RELEASE DATE IS SET FOR AUGUST 1ST 2010!

Me and John are in Chicago right now with many many friends. Him and Courtney will begin a new life here in about a month.

We are here to visit people, for them to find an apartment, and to go to the Pitchfork music festival. I had never been here before, and I must say...

I LOVE CHICAGO!

Everyone here is so friendly and there are a zillion parks and there are so so so many things to do constantly! I am aware that the winters are brutal, and perhaps this is a reason why everyone seems to be spilling over themselves with exuberance for life and for other people living!


More about Chicago and music l8r g8t0rs!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Goodbye Sandy

These are the lyrics to a song-in-the-works and it is definitely regarding all of my friends.

Goodbye Sandy


I see you all smiling strange
as the day is fading into dark
I try my best to rearrange
the sorrows in my head
concerned with your departures
for
blank apartments
that will store
your belongings
but it might take awhile to feel like you belong there

I see you smiling strange
as the day is fading I’ll rearrange
these moments so fleeting in my mind they’re bleeding
into one another soon you’ll have to
leave from these couches and close all the doors
give back the keys that are not yours
murmur your goodbyes and please say them slowly
I know already you’re trying to leave
you gave me your address you gave me your number
you’ll give me your absence and I hope you fill it soon

Friday, July 9, 2010

Summer Close to Closed: I think about my other Clothes

Regarding all that we've created is strange for me.
Over the past year and a half, we've made this band, we've made this music, we've acquiesced people who enjoy this music, we've realized that we have a lot of work to do to be where we'd like to be. Still, there's this idea of success that tickles us under all the other brainstuff that's on top of our minds most of the hours of the day, and it's not going to go away.
My friend Julie Chase who is living in LA and going to school for music production came to the Norva for a visit this past week, and we were speaking about how while this life style is a lot of work, in most cases INPUT=OUTPUT if one makes sure to employ a constant introspection.

I am looking to tackle these next six months with a vigor that could be likened to the vigor of a TIGER or a LION or some kind of large beast of ye olde–if they were in a six month long food-eating contest involving antelopes and zebras, and the winner at the end would have the dream of their hearts of hearts. Which I suppose for them would be to eat more antelopes and zebras, but wouldn't they be tired of those at that point? Maybe they'd grow a taste for hippos and water buffalo.

Regardless, that is a perfect analogy for how I will become a better musician and body and person and soul.

I am entirely too silly and when the Ike-bros begin to write for this perhaps they will encourage me to be more tasteful and mindful of the world, even though I do write about African cuisine.

Holler,

- M