The Sundowner Sessions / Part II

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“I’m pretty happy with small satisfactions these days”, I thought as I starred, nay basked, in the amazement of my finest Solitaire score yet at work.

3 card draw, standard scoring, timed game, orange cards with the frog on it, Windows XP.

Last night we finished up some background vocals, the “na-na-nas” on this song called Cigarette made me smile. Four parts, gang vocals, all Paul Westerberg rip off… at least its a good rip off. I’m looking forward to the mix, to the master, to the van listen. Everything is windows down music right now, our AC broke/was possibly sabotaged… it may be the first one but I like conspiracy theories. A black van is stylish, yes… but is it worth the heat… yes.

We’ve got some great shows in July, TWO Atlanta dates… are we going for the Vortex burgers? yes… but so much more. We have a cool in town show coming up too.

We’re gonna eat it this summer. Everyone’s going through it, the gas thing. No use in complaining I guess we just need to make the best with what weve got. In any case I still think were pretty lucky.

Let’s let it roll right?

So anyways, we’ve got a couple buddies sweating it out on the road so go show them a little love… heres some links…

The Elms
Gasoline Heart
The Bridges

The Sundowner Sessions / Part I

“I think this is going to be the first song, it needs a something cool at the beginning. Maybe some feedback? Is that hack? Who cares as long as it sounds cool.”

CJ turned the tiny Dr. Z head up all the way. It’s only 10 watts, you have to crank it.

Something’s coming.

Like a hundred crashing guitars… or just a big bass chord. It’s definitely big and it’s sounding like I wanted it to, or as close as you can get to sounding like something that didn’t exist beforehand. That’s the thing, we all want to be something else, even your heroes wanted to be their heroes.

They weren’t and I’m not either.

But it’s something.

I guess it’s a matter of dealing with yourself, knowing your voice or something like that. You can’t escape it. But, I think we’re starting to understand our voice and maybe finding some pieces of the stew that you didn’t realize were in their before. As long as it’s tasty right?

I got a real job.

That’s a dirty word, or a dirty statement I should say, around these parts. Constantly re-evaluating your place in a scene, in a style, in a city, is an exhausting place to be… however necessary that exhaustion may be on the road to arena rock glory (ha). So we’re focused on the good, the simple things. Among those is having fun, which we have given considerable attention to lately… we have a hotel bill and two empty jugs of margarita mix to show from the last weekend alone.

We’ve got half of the record done and I like it. We’re working with really talented people. I don’t know what it’s going to sound like, I think it makes sense. As long as it’s real it will make sense.

“Don’t worry be happy”… or “Most things I worry about never happen anyway.”