Monday, July 11, 2011
Rehearsal (7-10-11)
Well, today was the first time the guys had been back together since completing the grueling July 4th weekend recording sessions. It was so grueling, that two of our fine musicians failed to show up. Dong, who must have shat down a witch’s neck in another life, was ill today and could not make it. He was running a fever. Luckily he didn’t run it into the back of his girlfriend’s car like he did his Harley.
Dan seems to be pretty well back to normal and we are very relieved. A bass player without forearms is not much use to anyone.
Juan was busy with other musicians. We are trying very hard not to feel hurt.
The last batch of songs for the album are a little different from what has come before. We have a country song, which was only written a few weeks ago. A lullaby-type song, which was written a couple of months ago and a Neil Young type song, which is about a year old.
In typical Discount Romance fashion, we only got to two of them. But to be fair, we are working out arrangements and figuring out what key Carissa will best sing them in. Two of the songs ended up in A# or is it Bb? And two of our guys weren’t there. Poor Dong because of illness and that other guy who dumped us.
Everyone’s a Cowboy – Man, when this band get's going on a tune, there's no stopping us. Come hell or high water, we're getting to that last note. We're the mailmen of music, except we don't lick all your Victoria Secret catalogues before we deliver them.
Here’s a slightly longer version of the same song. The best part of this video is where Carissa pops up, like a musical jack-in-the-box and starts singing the song. This arrangement seems to flatten out the tune somewhat. We may need to revisit our approach to it.
And here’s the one-mic wonder recording.
The Nighttime Song – Poor Carissa has been having some voice problems lately. Fortunately, things were caught in time and she’s now taking major steps to fix the problem. She gamely sings her way through this little lullaby. This is one of our prettier songs and is going to be heartbreakingly beautiful, when she’s back on her vocal-chord feet.
The one mic wonder version:
And now for some funny captioned pictures.
“Sure these guys are great, but I wonder where Juan is. Sigh.”
“Is it my imagination, or are people who you run over with your car, just plain rude?”
“The next time one of those assholes tries to touch my ass, I’m setting my Phaser to kill."
“I wonder if I could fling this drumstick into Dan’s eye. I should probably practice at home first.”
“I wonder if Juan texted us….no. Nothing.”
Dan dreams of a far off land where women’s thighs were made out of cookie dough. Mmmmmmm.
Carissa dreams that the rest of her band is in a far off land. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.
Jason is slow to realize that someone has stolen his submarine sandwich.
“Hello. My name is Dong and I’m as sick as a fucking dog. I’m so sick, I can’t do I can't get out of bed…though, if you’re a groupie, I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Guess who swiped Jason’s sandwich. Na Na Na Na Na!”
“If you’re shooting that thing down my top, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Kent works on the 15th draft of his “Manifesto.”
“Keep looking at this watch, Carissa. It is so hot in here. (your blouse) Really, really hot. (your blouse) What is one easy way we can become cooler? (your blouse)”
Kent: “AAAAAR! I’m a Pirate”
Jason: “Do not shit on my drum again, Kent.”
Kent: “But Pirates get to shit anywhere they want, AAAAAAR.”
“Who is that really old fucker? I wonder if he just wandered in off the street.”
Carissa continues to make voluminous notes to bolster her rock-solid sexual harassment case against the rest of the band.
“And only those who bow to my will shall be spared my savage wrath. God, this is getting good!”
Dan practices his ultra deep and dreamy look. He also does a pretty good “Mildly Amused” and knock out, “Miserably constipated.”
“I sure hope those other musicians are being nice to him…sob.”
Jason spots something crawling across the floor that is bigger than his snare.
“And those who oppose me shall become deaf from their own screams of torment. Shit, I’m going to need way more paper.”
“Come back to us Juan! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease. Come back.”
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