It’s come to the point where I don’t need to cash all my paychecks just to live week-to-week. I can put one in the bank, which I’m going to do in a few minutes. Too bad I still have to buy an extension cabinet for my HH amp, which is probably going to set me back about six-hundred bucks. Unless I can find an absurdly good deal, which won’t happen. Speaking of which, does anyone know where I can find a Marshall 4×12 cabinet that operates at an impedance of 16 ohms and boasts either four Celestion G12H 25 watt speakers or G12M 30 watt speakers? I’ll reward you with sexual favors, or drugs, or financial backing should you one day wish to run for public office. You know how to contact me. Once that is procured, I’ll be looking to unload my Fender Twin Reverb, so if anyone out there wants it–it’s a mid-70′s 135-watt model with a master volume knob. I paid $599 for it, but I’ll take less. Make an offer.
Last night there was absolutely nothing on the picture box so I watched some old spaghetti westerns, like “Fistful of Dynamite” and “The Searchers,” the latter of which is (I think) more of a straightforward old-school western. I think I like the film scores more than I like the pictures.
My part-time webspert (that’s web-expert) Chris was telling me this band The Foundry Field Recordings rules, so he sent me their album, entitled Prompts/Miscues. Normally I don’t take the advice of anyone when it comes to what music is good, because only I can make those decisions–not online ‘zine authors lodged inside Thom Yorke’s festering anus hole, and certainly not commonfolk like you blog readers. So I listened to their album. It’s a bit too poppy (think Death Cab without the self-absorption, and more innovative) but it’s not “Pitchfork Gave it an Unwarranted 9.8″ bad. Think: Grandaddy meets The Decemberists, but toned down enough that all the literary junk doesn’t make you want to strangle yourself with a shoelace!
On second thought, I think I hate it.
Leave a comment