At least I have Chicken

So here's how I figure things work within the band

Chris is the "funny" one

Connor is the eye candy

Kyle is the quiet one

and I'm the black guy.

That being said, I'm Manny. I play bass and I enjoy a fine drink and white woman every now and again. I finally got admin status on this deal so chances are I'll be posting more often. Connor is gonna be home soon and hopefully we can get this medicine show back on the road. we're a little behind on the record but god willing, we'll be able to fix that.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna watch anime and pretend to read Faulkner ~.~;;;;;

TC is a CD

Luckily Best Buy has a cash back return policy and I was able to purchase a wire to upload my photos from my camera to my computer in the parking lot and then return it 15 minutes later. 

After coasting down the 101 and getting black boogers from LA smog, we made it out of California and are now in Arizona. Our first mission out of LA was to hike down the Grand Canyon and camp out for a few nights. It was something I suggest everyone doing, but at the same time, I would not wish it upon my worst enemy. The 8 mile hike down literally had my legs involuntarily shaking like a jello mold. The first night was humbling. No one to hear you, no one to see you, no one to help you. It made all of us really treasure what was outside of the canyon. Everyone and everything from friends to family, enemies to acquaintance, pets to slurpees all have a new appreciation in my life. 

Be home in a month. 

OL FAITHFUL!

Behind the Music: Can't Live Here

"She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere. Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you."

It seems like much longer, but about half a year ago I wrote this little tune about a lady that ran away from me. Just weeks, days before she took her curtain call she would beg me to find her a place to live. She wanted to move out, she wanted me there. So I thought.

I wanted to write a simple country tune. Something like Hank Williams would write. No so much "Your Cheating Heart," but something just as clever.

We would drive down the road and she would point out places she could live. Dumpsters, storage units, garbage cans, even cardboard boxes. I thought it would be an homage to the one who could live anywhere, apparently, to not be able to live with me.

"She said she could live in a box in Central Park,
with her little dog Hammy, she taught not to bark... <- Hammy is our future French Bulldog At all the tourist and the passerbys, Hamurabi
wondering why this girl likes to live outside.
She’d always been cooped up like a chicken in a pen,
after the last guy, she swore off men. <- I was the last guy
She said she’d be happier on her own,
wherever she brings her cat she calls her home. <- Her Chad-man is all she needs.

She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere.
Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you.

She said she could live under a tree in the Northwest,
a big old pine, the kind she liked best.
She’d spend her nights out underneath the stars,
not wondering if I’m out at some seedy bar. <- I spent a lot of time at the bars
She’d have all the space to stretch her legs,
running in the hills, swimming in the lakes.
Spend her days just happy as a clam,
never thinking twice about where I am. < - She seemed not to give a crap.

She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere.
Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you.

She said she could live in her car,
see the country, near or far.
Get out on that open road,
turn the heat up high if it gets too cold.
City after city, mile after mile,
Seeing the real world, in her own style.
I’m sitting, singing, wondering where you are,
probably out somewhere in your car.

She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere.
Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you."

Show us your horns!

That says it all doesn't it. After two full days at Dude Ranch Studio (Wannamassa NJ) listening to the monotonous click track we finally captured the drum tracks needed to begin this recording adventure. After some computer aided handiwork by producer/engineer Ian Larkin, the drum tracks are officially done. And when Connor comes back home, he will be beaten with a metronome.

Manny went quick to his bass and re-recorded most of the tracks. Its strange how easily they blend, yet the are as distinct as any melody itself. Two days and the bass was done! Ten tracks full of bass, rough guitar and drums.

Ten tracks that will be accompanied by two acoustic tracks will become our first official release. Slated to be on the album are:

Kid in the City

The Right Track
These Roads
Too Far (On a broken heart)
This Very Thin Line
Answer the Phone, Please
Drunk Mistake
L.S.F.
Can't Live Here
Vikky
4am
My Last Rodeo

I went back in and recorded some guitar tracks. I believe laying these tracks down will help us get a better idea as to where the album is headed.

Well, we once again went back to the Craigslist. We were in search of a horn trio and someone to tickle those ivories for us. We had a great response back and we hope to work with the fellas we talked to. Check back in soon!