~March 31, 2005

Neuralnexus Has Shit the Bed

The server where I keep all my shit, including my primary email account, is currently having some sort of trouble. And by currently I mean "for the last 36+ hours," and by some sort of trouble I mean "not being accessible in any way shape or form, shit shit shit, shitty shit. Fuckshit. Damn."

At times like this, I'm struck by the sudden wedge drawn between myself and my east coast compadres -- I usually email them to tell them something is up, so when what is up is that I can't get at my email...

So maybe one of my NNNites will wander by and leave a comment telling me what the goddam situation is. That'd be comforting.

~March 23, 2005

She Was a Robot Built for Sex

I'm playing around with Reason, which is pretty neat software and, it seems so far, a closer match to my musical needs than FruityLoops, as much fun as I've had with that already.

And so I ported a work-in-progress from FruityLoops over to Reason and gussied it up somewhat, and added some vocals, and, well, here we are:

Very Three Dimensional [mp3] [working title]

~March 22, 2005

Art Farts, or, How To Succeed In The Gimp Without Really Trying

If it can be deemed success, anyway.

As part of the ongoing attempt to make this blog look a little more interesting, it occurred to me that I should replace the original sick-green portrait I had up, and so I shot a bunch of self portraits with the digicam the other morning. A lot of experimentation, not a lot in the way of interesting results. Oh well: new things.

I did get a few pictures of myself that I liked, and spent a while fiddling around in The Gimp, experimenting with filters and transparency masking and so on, and, hey, I made a few things that I kind of like.

Note: no one has ever said to me, "Josh, you have really good taste and a strong design sense."



A quickie promo for the 4/16 gig.



L: Every day I say I hate my job...



Me and my niece Cregan at a sushi joint.



Me in our building hallway. Check those 80s colors!



Freaky blurry picture made high-contrast b&w and freakier.

~March 21, 2005

Gig: April 16th, Ash Street Saloon

Mark your goddam calendar, Sally!

The Havzies!
April 16th!
Ash Street Saloon!
Doors 9, show 9:30!
$6 cover!

The Havzies (of which band I am a constituent part) will be providing rock-and-roll entertainment starting at approximately 10:30 or so.

Also on the bill:

Western Aerial
Vinegar
The Freemartins

It looks like it will be a really goddam fun time, so I insist that you attend. Use whatever means necessary to do so.

Seriously, attendence is mandatory.




And now, an editorial perspective:

It's a really weird mix of bands. I'm still a mewling diaper-clad infant in the gigging universe, so every experience we have is essentially new and overwhelming to my senses and sensibilities, but I still wonder if there comes a point where the shows become somewhat less weird. The previous show on March 2nd was strangeness wrapped in PBR -- we played after three bands that seemed to have just about zero in common with us musically. To be clear: it was a hell of a good time, regardless.

So now this show: these bands we're playing with on the 16th seem to be, if not in precisely the same neighborhood as us sonically, at least headquarted within the county limits. They are not super loud-hard-fast metally punk stuff, nor are they some guy from LA humping his amp with his Fender Squire. This seems like progress.

Western Aerial? They look/sound like a decent, loose rock band. Should be entertaining, certainly inoffensive rock from what they posted on their website. Cool by me.

Vinegar? They sound really polished. They also sound a little whiny faux-punk (like a former Backstreet Boy decided to start up a Green Day clone, maybe), but if it's catchy, good enough.

I'm still not sure what to make of The Freemartins, but I will acknowledge that I was probably being a wee bit hard on them. I should consider that they're probably a lot of fun live, regardless of the apparent vapidity of some of their songwriting. (The swirling flash presentation of said dog-log-bog rhyming doesn't help.)

So. Yes. Good. Setting aside the hungry fighting words of the neophyte, I see this show as a really good thing. Playing with some well-rehearsed bands that have some history and some press. Saturday night. Ash should be packed full of people in search of beer and good music. Fucking A.

Of course, if any of those bands turns out to suck, I'll turn this tiny blog about its tiny fulcrum and leave them tinily shredded. Broken down and bleeding on the floor, microcosmicly speaking.

I'm talking to you, Tobafett!

~March 18, 2005

The Havzies vs. The Freemartins

So the band is going to play at Ash St on April 16th -- Wilder is putting together a poster, and I'll put together a more in depth post on it some time soon -- but for the moment, just, look, concentrate, dammit! Spit that gum out, young lady!

Alright. We're opening for The Freemartins. From the name I would have guessed they were a folk band or something, but they are not. They are something more like a Boy Band with an electric guitar and a fondness for the musical aesthetics of the original You Don't Know Jack soundtrack.

At least, this is what I am guessing based on having listened to the dreck presented on their site.

Yeesh. Apparently, there is an "orchestra of funkmanship" involved.

Plus, their whole goddam site is one big Flash app, so I can't even link the picture of Tobe playing guitar while wearing a Boba Fett helmet.

I just don't know what to think.

~March 15, 2005

The Artist In Recline

~March 14, 2005

A Short Film called Stop

I have finally put up a decent digital transfer of my short Super8 film, "Stop". If you're impatient, scroll down to the links.

But first, some backstory:

In...April? of 2004, I took a Super8 film workshop from the good folks at Radius Studio down on SE 22nd and Division. Short class, small group, very laid-back and open-ended -- if you've got a hundred and thirty bucks or so sitting around, you could spend it on worse things.

I made a five-ish minute short film called Stop, which, as it turned out, was the most ambitious thing in my particular group. I shot on both b&w and color stock and edited it all together using a crazy shooting script -- I think I planned it to 127 cuts, total. I ended up shooting almost all of it (cut a couple small shots at the last minute to conserve film stock) one crazy weekend, corralling friends together to be the improvised cast. It was a hell of a lot of fun, and very very sloppy.

Editing the film went like so: I sat down with my developed film (this was reversal film, not negative, which means you don't have a negative plus printed positive copies like in, say, b&w photography -- what you have is all you have, so don't mess it up, essentially) and I pulled out my edited shooting script and I spent several hours over three mornings cutting it up and pasting it together. The cutting involved lining the film up in a little film viewer, then moving it carefully to a splice-cutter and cutting between the frames. The splicing was the opposite, plus tape -- grab two bits of film that were to come in sequence (all of these little and not-so-little lengths of film masking-taped up to our bedroom window -- instant light table!) and lay them down on the splice machine, line 'em up, and apply some tape carefully.

After that, I showed it to friends and to attendees of my workshop's Showing Party. And then, eventually, I got it sent off to a transfer studio to get it converted to DVD.

What I got back was a passable transfer of a student project, but there were problems -- the picture color balance was bad, and there were jumps in the picture every time the film reached a physical edit point. Why?

1. Color balance: Super8 to digital transfers are generally nothing more than a camcorder pointed at the screen where the original film is being projected. Crappy old Super8 projectors (that's most of 'em) tend to just use cheap-ish bulbs, which are often pretty yellow in overall color, like indoor tungsten lamp lighting. This came through -- my black-and-white scenes were sepia, my color scenes were too yellow. I fixed this in Premiere with some color-balance filters and pumped up the contrast a little as well. Much better.

2. Jumpy edit points: the tape that I used to splice the physical bits of film back together didn't cause much trouble with the projector I was using for testing. They did, however, cause some trouble with the transfer company's projector, because the image in the transfer I got back leap to the right visible two frames before every cut, and leapt back into place two frames after the cut. Remember those 127 cuts in the shooting script? Watch the original transfer during short sequences of many cuts is maddening. Jump to the right, and back, and to the right, and back, right, back. Turns rapidly into an Oliver Stone joke. While George Lucas would probably have done something more impressive to remove the problem, I simple cut the offending frames. This reduced the overall film by probably 20-30 seconds, which sucks, but it sucks a lot less than the source material.

After all that, I was going to try to make a DVD of the film to distribute to friends for Christmas, but that turned out to be a pain in the ass to DIY, and I didn't want to go pay some jackoffs a big markup to do it for me, and so it has waited.

Until now. Behold! DivX format, two versions:

Fullsize -- in all it's (slightly-wide, telecined, interlace-artifacted) updated glory. 32 megs.
Half-size -- smaller, quicker download. 7.5 megs.

~March 09, 2005

Moving Picture Show

The missus filmed considerable portions of the show back on March 2nd--very kind of her--and I filmed tidbits here and there from before the show, and I have spent a little time cobbling those various pieces of footage together into the thing which I am about to type out a link to, namely:

the movie of the show

which is about 35 megs total--stunning, considering the relative quality and length of the movie.

The video is in DivX format. If you don't already have the DivX codec sitting around, you can download it here.

~March 07, 2005

Most Triumphant

So as it happens, we [that is the band whose name remains in flux] played that show at Ash Street on March 2nd, though if you want to be specific it was early in the morning of the 3rd by the time we took the stage.

It went very well. Here's some pictures and some text which I will use to convey to you some small slice of the experiences of those who were physically present at the time.


Burke





Burke opened. Burke. I guess that's just his name. Burke. Spastic one-man working-it-hard a-boy-and-his-guitar shouting and singing and strumming and a disconcerting amount of crotch rubbing in a couple songs. At the end of his set, he humped his amp a little.

Later, when we were on, Brian discovered that he had forgotten his capo. I ran off stage and rummaged through our guitar cases, but no love. To the mic: "Is there a capo in the house?"

There was. It was Burke's. God bless him.

Bully Killer





These guys were really, really loud. Good, in a blasting metal rage-against-the-machine sort of way, but Jesus Christ did they ever turn up. There was this palpable wave of movement -- Bully Killer started playing, and the crowd started retreating away from the stage and into the relative quiet of the bar area.

Force Fed Led





There were only three guys in this band, but they were just as loud as Bully Killer. That's 133% that they were giving, on the LAS (Loud-Ass Crunch) scale. I liked Force Fed Led a bit better, the wife preferred Bully Killer, but as this latter band was fronting a mohawk whereas BK's lead singer was dressed in baggy black clothing, I think I am in the more defensible position, at least from an aesthetic perspective.

The wave of moment, mentioned above? These guys help establish it as a tide. BK started, tide goes out. BK finishes, tide comes back in. Force Fed Led starts, bam, with the moon, there goes the ocean of people. You have to almost wonder what the goal is -- musicality, or irreversible inner-ear cilia damage.

Great mohawk, though.

The Havzies





Or is it the Havies? Or what? I dunno. I think we may have said different things at different times throughout the evening.

First up, a round of introductions, I think:



Wilder Schmaltz, high-school compatriate and bassist.



Brian Rosendal, lead singer and rhythm guitarist.



Edgar Paras, drumming machine.



Josh Millard, lead guitarist, backup vocals, blog author.







We played well, we had a helluva good time, the crowd stuck around and cheered -- it was the sort of wildly catharctic and therapeutic experience that makes this sometimes trying and exhausting band thing make sense. I think we'll do it more often.