Wherein Our Hero Loses All Sense Of Proportion
2 days until I can open the floodgates and I discover I am unprepared.
What will happen? There are ideas crowding the doors of my mind. Boxes of wood and metal and plastic with flashing lights beckon to me from some darkened studio corner. Dusty instruments and recording equipment spider and slump against the walls and yet more unidentified boxes...
Oh, I am royally screwed this time.
Spending a little time this evening getting the room ready. It has become a home for a bunch of crap that now needs to be dealt with before I'll have enough room to set up mic stands and such. Yay RPM for getting me to clean up my office. It's definitely going to take at least one more attack before it's done, but at least there's some visible progress. I would post a picture, but there hasn't been THAT much progress yet :-)
posted in my box, maybe.
Day Minus 4.
Driving to the studio this morning to begin the process of recording for the 2015 RPM Challenge. It's been over 2 years since the last record "Catastrophe Complex", a break-up, a break down and then a failed attempt at a regroup and a follow up record it all crashed and burned, enveloped and exploded.
THE LAY OF THE LAND
We are fractured, shattered and distant by shared ruin. The band as it was is no more, and can never be again. Book closed, credits rolled, recipiets payed and moved on.
It took quite a lot of soul searching to consider moving forward as VC at all or to perhaps give birth to something new, or to continue the hibernation/death of music as a creative outlet. It came very close to going either way.
A lot of water has passed under these bridges and some bridges have been burned and fallen on me, others left smouldering for years have now finally burned through and we can build something new or we can let the land reclaim its wonder.
We come together a mixed bag of ruin and rebirth. Some connections have been severed for good and the re-connecting of the remaining fibers is a rough fabric not made for long wear, this will be a month of trials.
IN WITH THE OLD
Yesterdayland was concieved over the 2014 holiday when Barney ran into Beatirx in San Francisco at a holiday party in the Mechanics Institute. The conversation went something like this;
Barney-Hey we should really write something together one of these days.
Beatrix- Ok. Feb.?
It was almost just to be polite, but he really had no hope of getting a band together for the month of Feb. and who would he call? Who was even still speaking to him?
The last couple of years had been what he called the great culling. Where he or someone else either pissed him off or him them, ending friendships new and old. A destructive trajectory of self abuse and self pity, his own weaknesses and fears consuming him.
It tore through his friendships like a plaugue. As he saw them as vultures and posers, phonies and opportunists, they saw him as a psychopath who alienated himself with ideaology. Some true some false. It was difficult. The times were getting tougher. The skies grayer.
Thinking music was something in his past he had mostly retired to painting in his islolated refuge in the city. Seeing no one and rarely contacting even those he had stayed in touch with.
The whole thing was an ugly mess that haunted the corners of his everyday. It had been two years depression, medication, isolation, therapy, he even had his home blessed and cleansed by a shaman. All to eradicate the memory of he who shall nevermore be named. It was dark time and 'Catastrophe Complex' was some of the results of the years long bottled up emotions he had been feeling.
But now it was all his, it was all his, the band, the name, the music that was rightfully his for all this time, it was officiated and he was validated, and yet he still felt numb for the whole process. That was until he met Timothy Burgess. A charming young upstart who poked and prodded until Barney pulled out the six string and caught him up on the bands current repetoire.
Then is now and now is over
the moment we contemplate its form
it has left no trace
but another in its place
exactly the same
and just as illusive as before.
We are VIVIAN CIRCLE
We are 4
Bernard - guitar, vox and piano
Reece Hightower - bass, guitars, samples, and vox
Beatrice Vox - harp, and all string arrangements except where noted
Timothy Burgess drums
VIVIAN CIRCLE / Yesterdayland
Produced by Timothy Burgess and theGOAT
I'm dating a family friend that I've known since childhood. We're together in a small vehicle at the top of a hill. We come around the bend and see my sister and her family coming from the other direction. Did they see us? I turn the vehicle around and we glide down the hill--the vehicle is some sort of go-kart/sled type of thing. What am I doing? Why am I dating this person? I'm not attracted to her at all. I try to think how I can end the relationship.
after spending a day glowing in the kind words about my latest release
(ZERO go listen to it here http://alonetone.com/artwhore/playlists/zero)
I'm falling back to earth with RPM 2k15, which as it turns out, is almost completely written, demoed, ready to track. The one thing that hasn't been solidified are all the various people that have said they will sing a song or two for me, which is the part completely out of my hands. I suppose i can/will sing the songs myself, but i do much prefer the sound of my songs being sung by good singers than the alternative, and have in fact gotten used to that, so if/when anyone falls through the cracks and i have to resort to yodeling out the tunes, does that diminish the project as a whole? the last AFC album ever? in the end, and I think Tim mentioned this in a post somewhere, I think i'd rather be known for a guy who can write good songs to a guy who sings well anyways. i'm not sure that always comes through on the albums i've sung myself though. do you think if you hear a good song with aweful vocals that you couldn't care less how good the song is because of the distraction? i have been on music review websites where people post songs and listeners rate them on a sliding scale and i almost always try to give a good song with bad production or performances the benefit of the doubt.
I suppose in the end, such a small handful of people on the planet will ever hear what i've done in the first place, so there is that consession.
i'm more than happy with my select core of musical friends telling me my stuff ain't shite. there are worse things i suppose.
I know Bob Boilen has talked about RPM in the past, but he recently mentions RPM in the latest All Songs Considered - about 12 minutes in.
It's been a few years since I've participated in the RPM Challenge. Since then, I've ended one band, begun another and have started rethinking my solo endeavors. My current band, Yeehaw Jihad just released our first full album yeehawjihad.bandcamp.com
I'm not entirely sure what my RPM album will be, but I expect it will have many jams and collaborations with friends, possibly even my band. I have some nifty new toys and gear. I am planning to make a song or two entirely from apps on my phone. Let's see what happens.
Just glad to be back and signed up for this year. Psyched to finally have a proper place with proper kit to make some proper sonic goodness. It's been too long, I've graduated college, and I last completed RPM when I was in my senior year of high-school.
As I work from home during a blizzard that is dumping about 3 feet of snow on my little New England home my little pea brain keeps distracting itself by thinking about February.
I'm actually going on a trip this weekend, so while I really want February 1st to get here, I'm pretty excited about the last two days of January as well. I want February, but as of right now I want a weekend in New York even more.
I don't have any specific ideas about what to do for RPM. On the recording side, I want to use my amplifier more than usual this year. Granted I said that last year too and didn't even plug the damn thing in once. I recently got a handful of cool new stomp boxes. Unfortunately I also recently joined a band and all of the new toys are staying at my bass player's house. My Marshall amp included. I love that Marshall amp, but I also have a crappy old Fender Stage amp in the garage that I will use for RPM if I can figure out a time to make noise.
Thinking of the crappy Fender amp (it once took a bath in gasoline. It was completely submerged. It's a fascinating story [not really, but it's true]) it keeps me thinking about how I really, really want a Fender Twin Reverb. Like, I feel it's my destiny to have one of those things, but they are so incredibly expensive and they weigh about the same amount as an ocean going cargo ship. There are a lot of negatives, but I want I want I want I want one.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, plans for RPM.
I plan on double tracking things all over the place this year. Double track the guitars, double track the vocals. I just want every thing to sound nice and full. I want a little bit of a wall of sound feel. I probably won't follow through on it, at least not as the calendar starts running away from me.
As far as writing is concerned, I have no idea where I'm going to go this time. Part of me wants simple, punky stuff. Part of me wants dark and gloomy. I haven't the faintest. I'll do what I always do and just see what happens.
Wherein Our Hero Loses All Sense Of Proportion
by Big Joe Silence
Preparing the space
by Justin Burnett
there may be demos
by angie fights crime
by VIVIAN CIRCLE
Dreams of the Calculus Affair: XI
by The Calculus Affair
countdown to rpm 2k15
by angie fights crime
NPR Shout Out for RPM
by The Barn Storm
by Geoff Williams
Back for the Attack
by Alix Izo
by Robert Parker