Hey gang. Hope you're enjoying our little backslide from autumn back into summer. Also hope it doesn't last long. Irregahdless, here's the last of the finished Hoot mixes for you. It might not be to everyone's tastes, noisy lil' devil that it is, but it should provide some audio (and perhaps video) evidence that we managed to skronk it up a bit at March's throwdown, which is to say that we briefly flew the alternative- indie flag and let loose a tad of feedback as well. This was thanks in no small part to Dillo's destructification of a couple guitar leads. Never had I heard such a spectacular strangulation of my Telecaster, which is used to a more sedate, twangy, roots-rocking existence. Happily this song provided one of those moments when you're playing a song and have to force yourself to keep going, because what's taking place right in front of you is so goddarned entertaining that you're almost inclined to just stop and listen. Anyway, this is all above and beyond the fact that he flew up from Chapel Hill with his own home-crafted prosciutto. A true Renaissance man!
Hopefully you'll also be able to stream or (probably) download some of the video we had from the run-through, prior to all the "beautification" and other studio wizardry. If nothing else, I think it gives an indication of the degree to which we were flying by the seat of our collective pants, if you pay attention to the confused, determined and surprised looks all around. And hooray for the seasonal plumage and accoutrements!
We've got a couple more of these Hoot songs in the can, or partially so, and they'll hopefully see the light of day before long, once we work out the transcontinental file sharing and electronic recording situation so that Paul B can work his magic. Might slide into something completely different next week. We'll see.
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Drug Test:
Dillo- Guitar; Paul B- Guitar; JK- Bass, etc; Road- Drums
Drug Test in-progress video:
Filmed by Roggie
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