Beginning of the end

Holy crapshit, I can hardly believe it. The Demo is almost finished. I have the only copy of the songs on my computer (thanks to Brentons laptop having an unfortunate meeting with the floor) and I've been mixing them down like a mad DJ.

So soon.. so soon.. you will be able to download them off my band website.

I only hope they sound good.

Theme of Mr. Partley

I created this masterpiece today while I was experimenting with Yoga.

you can download it here

Recipe for nothing happening

Choose four guys of artistic inclination, give them each a different instrument and place them in a room. Leave them for approximately three hours at room temperature, remove and enjoy.

At the moment my band is achieving as much as a can of spam, and it is extremely frustrating.

Who ever thought four guys could have the incentive to do what it takes to organise a band? It's just not easy. Especially when you want to record.

At this moment all I wish for is that at the beginning we said "okay, lets just go into a room and get some other poor bastard to record our shit".
I wouldn't even mind if we made that decision right now and discard what we have already done. The costs couldnt be more than I've spent on fuel and phone calls in the last two months.


It doesn't feel good to vent negativity, but dangit this recording should have been done a month and a half ago.

Seshna, God of Rock is not pleased!

This will be a good little blog for me to look back on later and laugh I guess.

G3

On a recent visit to my drummers house - which was at 2am on a week night, I approached his door to be greeted by extremely loud music shaking the very ground I stood on. I banged on the door loud enough for long enough for him to know I was there, and as he answered the door he already had a beer waiting for me. I walked in to find him quite drunk, partying with 2 other girls.

This is Brenton, he's a rock'n'roller.

I hanged out there for a while, getting a fair dose of the Metallica that I have been cold-turkey from all these years, drinking some beers and playing along to the drum kit in his lounge room.

This is where I picked up his busted up little acoustic guitar that has masking tape holding the wood together and played a little bit of Little Wing. This inspired Brenton to pull out his G3 DVD.

Let me explain what G3 is, to all those fortunate enough not to have crossed their path.

Imagine getting 3 of the fastest guitarists in the world, lets say Steve Vai, Joe Satriani and Yngwie Malmstein. Each of these guys don't "share" spotlight in a band, they are the very definition of lead guitarists.
Each of these guys believe playing a solo is like packing tuna : as much as possible in as little space as possible. Each of these guys wouldn't know soul if it booted them in the face.

Now here's the ingenious part - lets take these guys, and stick them in the same band and see what happens.

G3

The band with no female fans.

This is a band with no other members except a drummer. This is a band that consists of 3 lead guitarists and a drummer. Still doesn't sound right the second time.
This is a band that grabbed Little Wing and said "here's a perfectly good song, lets all three of us solo at once the entire way through the song".
All them three put together don't amount to one finger of Jimi Hendrix. They didn't stop there either, they continued their onslaught - the next victim being Voodoo Chile. This was my call out of there.


Aspiring guitarists, please listen to me. If you were directing a film, I don't believe the best directors are those who have the most amount of actors, speaking fast paced dialog like a Saturday morning Japanese cartoon (Yu-gi-oh!), with as many camera angles in as little time as possible.

If you were a programmer, I don't believe the most lines of code makes the best program.

This is the 90's! we're not living in the past - solo's have evolved. It's melody man. It's soul.

Soul!