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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My Music as of Late.

I've been on a kooky female anti-folk kick for the past week or so. Well, it sort of evolved from anti-folk to encompass a bit more pop (with indie sensibilities, of course) and the kind of experimental edge that always garners my attention.

It seemed rude to hog all the good music to myself, so I put together this funky little link with the best of the best from my anti-folk evolution.


Go get some good music, and then pass it on.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Presents From Maine!


Are these boxes from Maine stinkin' cute, or what? 
I wonder what's inside...

Baby Heil.

I've been meaning to post this for a while - my baby Heil microphone. I have no idea what I'll ever do with this thing, but she sure is cute:

Liz Granite + Heil Microphones = True Love

Monday, December 22, 2008

Riverside.


This place is a death trap.

I went to a party in Riverside Saturday night. I should have known better than to think it would be "safe". You see, I dated a dude from Riverside. He was shipped off to military-land over three years ago, and hasn't been back since, so I didn't expect to see him at this innocent little Christmas gathering.  

So much for that.

Shocking as it was at first, we got to talking, and singing, and laughing, and the whole while I wasn't raging shit-faced drunk. That was a big accomplishment for me! Talking and singing and laughing led me to thinking, and reflecting, and remembering and that's where the real trouble lies...

And the book says, "We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us".

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Just Another Friday Night

For the sake of my sanity, I'll keep it short and sweet. 

I go to see Lukas Rossi at The Mint with Will and D-Cell. Lukas gives an incredible acoustic performance and afterwards invites us to The Abbey. Hilarity ensues...

Rock n' roll never looked so gay, and D-Cell never looked so uncomfortable. 

Good times!

Friday, December 19, 2008

The $384 Lesson

Yesterday I ventured into strange territory: the other side of the hill. I had an appointment with a client in Santa Monica before I was scheduled to meet Mystic Diva at LACMA for an afternoon of cultural delight, followed by dinner at Campanile for a little grilled cheese delight. Getting there from Santa Monica turned out to take longer than I had anticipated; I don't know if it was holiday traffic or if everybody just decided simultaneously to drive really, really slow, but it took so long to maneuver through the throngs of snail-paced cars that I inevitably arrived late.

In a mad rush to find my friend who had been waiting nearly an hour for me, I grabbed a spot on Wilshire, loaded up the meter, and ran towards the museum. Mystic told me I could park in the lot for $7, but I thought "screw that, I got a spot for $2". She was calm as ever, not the least bit perturbed (as I imagine I would be), and we went on our merry way.

The museum was not my favorite. It felt stiff, rigid, and contrived. I much prefer The Getty or The Met. After almost two hours of Indonesian tapestries, Fabiola, and Masculinity & Sport, we'd had enough. We had an hour to spare before our dinner reservations and decided Starbucks was a good place to spend it. I volunteered to drive.

Only when we went to get my car, it was gone. It was the last in a long block of cars that were all gone too. Mystic kept asking, "Are you sure you parked on Wilshire?" I was sure. I stopped to read the sign that stated "Anti-Gridlock Zone: No Stopping After 4 pm". Ooops.

A few phone calls later, we found that my car was miles across town, would cost $239 to get out, and that we had to get it before dinner, otherwise it would have to wait until the morning and cost an additional $39. With 45 minutes until our dinner reservation, Mystic and I jumped in her Honda and tore ass across LA. 

It was a quick and easy process of getting my car back - I.D., Gold Card, and a couple signatures. Much to my surprise though, the fun didn't end there - there was a parking ticket for $145 stuck under my windshield wiper! My trip to that stinkin' museum had cost me $384 - and to think, I could have paid $7 and called it a day.

While happily munching on my grilled cheese at Campanile, I vowed to myself to pay for parking from now on. Thank you, City of Los Angeles. Consider this a lesson learned.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Let's Go Rangers!

A couple weeks ago, I asked Gadget to see if he could get us tickets to the Kings vs. Rangers game. It had been an absurdly long time since I'd seen my boys play and I didn't want to miss the chance to catch them in LA. Plus, I wanted Mystic Diva to experience the glory of big sweaty men on ice skates. Sure enough, my man scored 4 tickets through "The Gadget Hookup", but since we had to pick 'em up at the box office, we had no idea where we'd be sitting. 

Chimpo joined Mystic, Gadget, and I at the Staples Center. We picked up our tickets to find out that we were sitting in row 17, right around center ice - SWEET! Plus, we had passes to the Wachovia Chairman's Room. 

The game was just as I expected it to be - a high-energy entertainment-fest! After two periods, loads of nachos, and a few pints of beer, Mystic suggested we check out the Chairman's Room. Actually, she attempted to tell me that Rob Zombie would be there. When she starts talking crazy like that, I usually just give in to her requests. So off we went, leaving the boys behind.

Nobody could give us detailed directions of how to get there, so we found ourselves in the first row with four empty seats calling our names. "This must be it!" we guessed delightedly. After grabbing two seats, calling the guys down to join us, and kicking out the yam bag who jacked one of the seats, we realized it wasn't quite a room, and there was nothing "chairmanly" about it. Undaunted, we continued to watch the rest of the game from the front row. I could actually feel the frigid air blowing off the ice, and there's something really exhilarating about seeing a 200-pound man body-check another guy only inches away from your face with nothing but a quarter inch piece of plexiglas to protect you.

The game went into overtime and ended with the Rangers scoring the winning goal. Shortly after the arena emptied out, we made our way out of our beloved front-row seats and back to reality. We walked out the nearest exit only to discover that the Chairman's Room was right there! And it was just a swanky, stuffy bar. Not nearly as cool as front-row seats, bitches. 

Mystic and I giggled, amused with our shenanigans. "I need to add 'front-row hockey tickets' to the list of things I want in my life", she told me.

Yeah, me too.


Thursday, December 11, 2008

Building a Better Breaker.

Well, I must have done something right because auditions went much smoother this time around. Behold, the power of clear intention! So clear in fact that I created three band members. Last night we had 2 guitarists and 1 bassist audition. They all brought the ROCK!

Jamming the Breaker songs live felt so good. I was getting lost in the music, jumping around & singing, thinking, "Man, this is some kick-ass rock n' roll. These songs are freakin' gooood!" And when it all came to a halt, I realized, "shit! I wrote that goodness." 

Off to a solid start. Drummer auditions are Saturday and I'm eager to see what unfolds. I am clear that Breaker will have a drummer by 12 noon on Saturday.

In the name of the iguana.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Fa-la-la-la-la blah blah blah!

The internet isn't working in our 'hood today and I have some time-sensitive emails to respond to, so I thought getting my shiz handled while enjoying a Cranberry Bliss Bar at Starbucks would be a good idea. And it has been, for the most part. 

"The most part" excludes the onslaught of bad holiday music that I have to withstand just to be here. This is what excessive holiday cheer does to my face:

It squeezes my brain until there's so much pressure built up in my noggin that my eyeballs nearly pop out. Kinda' gross, I know. 

Onto bigger and better things: BREAKER auditions are in less than two hours! I hope these guys read my rant about properly auditioning for a band.  They're all cool dudes; I have faith that tonight will be just perfect...and extremely rockin'!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

#1 on My Christmas List:

JK Rowling's new book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard. 

From Amazon.com: In December 2007, J.K. Rowling unveiled The Tales of Beedle the Bard, a very special book of five fairy tales illustrated by the bard herself, embellished with silver ornaments and mounted moonstones. Amazon was fortunate to come into possession of one of the original copies, and it was our privilege to share images and reviews of this incredible artifact. Now J.K. Rowling is giving millions ofHarry Potter fans worldwide cause for celebration with a new edition of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, available December 4, 2008.

Offering the trademark wit and imagination familiar to Rowling's legions of readers--as well as Aesop's wisdom and the occasional darkness of the Brothers Grimm--each of these five tales reveals a lesson befitting children and parents alike: the strength gained with a trusted friendship, the redemptive power of love, and the true magic that exists in the hearts of all of us. Rowling's new introduction also comments on the personal lessons she has taken from the Tales, noting that the characters in Beedle's collection "take their fates into their own hands, rather than taking a prolonged nap or waiting for someone to return a lost shoe," and "that magic causes as much trouble as it cures."

But the true jewel of this new edition is the enlightening and comprehensive commentary (including extensive footnotes!) by Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who brings his unique wizard's-eye perspective to the collection. Discovered "among the many papers which Dumbledore left in his will to the Hogwarts Archives," the venerable wizard's ruminations on the Tales allow today's readers to place them in the context of 16th century Muggle society, even allowing that "Beedle was somewhat out of step with his times in preaching a message of brotherly love for Muggles" during the era of witch hunts that would eventually drive the wizarding community into self-imposed exile. In fact, versions of the same stories told in wizarding households would shock many for their uncharitable treatment of their Muggle characters.

Professor Dumbledore also includes fascinating historical backstory, including tidbits such as the history and pursuit of magic wands, a brief comment on the Dark Arts and its practitioners, and the struggles with censorship that eventually led "a certain Beatrix Bloxam" to cleanse the Tales of "much of the darker themes that she found distasteful," forever altering the meaning of the stories for their Muggle audience. Dumbledore also allows us a glimpse of his personal relationship to the Tales, remarking that it was through "Babbity Rabbity and Her Cackling Stump" that "many of us [wizards] first discovered that magic could not bring back the dead."

Both a wise and delightful addition to the Harry Potter canon, this new translation of The Tales of Beedle the Bard is all that fans could hope for and more--and an essential volume for the libraries of Muggles, wizards, and witches, both young and old.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Powerpus: Liz's Octopus Ring of Doom

In my never-ending quest for cool octopus stuff, I stumbled upon a beautiful, handmade sterling silver octopus ring with ruby eyes. I found it on Ebay from a husband and wife team of sellers: he designs and creates the pieces and she sells them. I attempted to put the purchase off to a later date, but alas, my efforts were in vain. I couldn't stop thinking about having this giant silver octopus perched upon my finger! I bought it 2 weeks ago, but since each ring is cast to size and made to order, it took a while to arrive. Now that my octopus is here, I don't think she'll ever leave my side. Behold, Powerpus:

Monday, December 1, 2008

Because I Can.

I have been laughing ever since my brother enlightened me to the existence of this photo. I felt the need to humiliate my father even further by posting it on my blog. This is a picture of my parents dressed up for Halloween:

You see, it's not just the "are we really doing this dumb shit?" look on my Dad's face that amuses me. It's the fact that I make that same "are we really doing this dumb shit?" face. Damn, it's weird how much I look like that guy. Anyway, I'm proud of these two - they're hot! And I'm too jaked on Franziskaner to censor myself. 

Cheers to the iguana!


Sunday, November 30, 2008

93.1 Jack FM is Uber-Entertaining

Since NPR does a lot of repeats over the weekend, Gadget and I have been switching over to Jack FM as we unpack and paint and prepare our new home. Man, Jack FM is entertaining! Their slogan is, "93.1 Jack FM: Playing What We Want", and they're not kidding. With zero respect for "decent" segues, they go from Nena (99 Luftballoons) to Tom Petty to Foo Fighters to Madness (Our House) to Led Zeppelin.  It's just plain fun to reminisce about the songs and artists and even sing along from time to time. Since the selection is so random, there's really something for everyone, and every decade of everyone's tastes. If you're in need of some enjoyable radio, which is becoming more and more rare these days, tune in to 93.1 Jack FM.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn

I have done little else but read and write these past few days. Reading The Twilight Saga inspired an unexpected outpouring of songs and emotion and poetry and prose. I'm at the beginning of Breaking Dawn now and already dreading the end of the series. It's always been hard for me to detach from characters and fictional worlds once I've fully committed to their stories.

I went to see Twilight yesterday, and like Gabbie foretold, it sucked. It pissed me off how poorly cast some of the characters were, especially Bella. Talk about overacting! All the endearing parts of her were simply gone. And what was with fat-hooker-face Rosalie? All wrong. I was pleasantly surprised by Robert Pattison; his style reminds me a lot of Joaquin Phoenix's. He looked way too human though. Was I the only one expecting more sparkly vampire glory from the sunlight scene?

Miraculously, I managed to put the crack down (by "crack", I mean Breaking Dawn, the fourth and final book in The Twilight Saga) to snap this picture of Sam giving me the stare down. Little attention whore that he is isn't digging all this vampire tomfoolery. He wants his mother back.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Twilight

Through my cross-continental communications with my sister, Gabbie, I understood that I had to read Twilight before seeing the movie. In her own words, "To Twi-hards, the movie is gonna' suck, but to people who haven't read it, it's gonna' be great." From what I gathered, it was better to be in-the-know than to be blissfully unaware that the movie was an utter disaster, paling in comparison to the spellbinding content of the books. My sister went on to say, "You'd love it, Tiz. It's a good read", and I was sold.

I borrowed Twilight yesterday from my best friend who had devoured the entire series months ago. By the time we were getting ready to meet for lunch today I was asking, "Can you bring the next one in the series?" She thought ahead and brought me the remaining three books, knowing that I'd be needing them soon.

Currently, I'm at the end of book one, and I'm hooked. I have my sister, Gabbie, to thank for my renewed bloodlust (and probable sleep deprivation).

Monday, November 10, 2008

Edgar Allan Poe + Sweatshirt = Awesome

I'm one of those people who actually likes the way I look when I wake up. No make up, no hair-do, no diva-glasses to hide my googly eye - bring it. 

After an exhilarating weekend of putting my best face forward (which I'll elaborate on in a future post), it seems necessary to give myself a break. To be grungy, unkempt, and quite comfy. Yeah, today is a rock n' roll day of relaxation.

In the name of relaxation, I'm spending the day in my favorite article of clothing: My Edgar Allan Poe sweatshirt. It's interesting: I have two closets, a six-drawer dresser, and a large chest overflowing with all sorts of clothing (not to mention the seasonal items that I stash under the bed and dresser) and this, this junky $5 thrift shop find is my absolute favorite!

I picked up this gem a few years back at Buffalo Exchange while on a visit to California before I made my move. I like to imagine that it was made by college kid who was really passionate about arrrt and really desperate to make a couple bucks. 

Mr. Poe and I are off to honor the iguana. Fleas be with you.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Rock n' Roll Halloween with Avril Lavigne!

I got to go to a pretty rad Halloween party at the Key Club earlier in the week. Gadget and I were invited courtesy of the cutest little Joker you ever did see, Deryck Whibley. Avril was there along with a slew of other talented musicians, including Mike Malinin of the Goo Goo Dolls, and Evan Taubenfeld. Deryck and his band of misfits performed a great selection of covers including David Bowie's "Suffragette City" and Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation", which Mrs. Whibley hopped on stage to sing.

For a couple who the media portrays as "breaking up", they looked pretty darn in love to me.
I found this picture through Google; I'm not into the whole stalker-fan/paparazzi bit myself.

Later in the evening, thanks to someone's pile of puke stinkin' up the place, the party moved upstairs to the main level of the Key Club. Petty Cash opened for LA's greatest, Steel Panther!!! Avril got on stage with them and did an amusing and drunken version of "I Love Rock n' Roll". 
Twas a wonderful night of rock n' roll merriment!!!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Bottle of Red, Bottle of White...

Yeah, it's one of those nights. 

It finally felt like Fall today. I watched from the front window as the wind tore shards of brown paper "leaves" from the palm trees. Palm trees are a poor substitute for the majesty of oaks, maples, and birches, but hey, we do the best we can with what we have here.

I played around in photoshop and made a new layout for Breaker's Myspace page. Eight arms seemed appropriate for getting  more of what I want...The More I Want, The More I Get. Word.

Oooh - I got a new Heil! A tiny baby microphone. I've gotta' post pictures - it's sooo cute!

Alright, I need to polish off this bottle of white with a little "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen". Yeah, that's right, a little LiLo to cap off the night.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Turn Up the Tunes - We've Got Canyons to Conquer!

Long drives call for a wide selection of of good music. And after a morning like mine, a long drive and good music was just what I needed.

My brother, my former guitar player and partner in crime, moved back to New York today. He fell in love with a girl and followed his heart all the way back to Long Island. I've been moody and mopey about it for a week now, and after dropping him off LAX this morning, I felt as though my heart was torn to shreds and my brain steamrollered. Dramatic, I know, but it's how I felt.

I let the force guide me as I slowly rolled out of the airport and back into this sprawling suburb of a city. Onwards we drove, past Temescal Canyon with Breaker blaring, towards the Pacific Ocean. "Right on PCH", a voice whispered. I obeyed. And with the change of scenery, a change of music was necessary. Red Hot Chili Peppers always do me right, and the Mars disc of "Stadium Arcadium" was the perfect accompaniment for a ride through the beautiful beach front town of Malibu. 

The going was good so I kept on going. A little Steve Miller Band for Oxnard, and then David Bowie for my Oceanside moment of reflection. I sat there and took in the surf, the salt air, wondering if it was time to call it quits. "Keep going", the voice urged. I criss-crossed the canyons. Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers for Kanan Rd., where I scoped out my dream house, a gem hidden among the hilltops of the Santa Monica Mountains. Through Malibu Canyon with the Smashing Pumpkins; Topanga Canyon with John Frusciante; and on home through Laurel Canyon with the Harry Potter score. 

Half a tank of gas later, here I am. Feeling at peace with what has transpired. Knowing that the only way out is through, so I've got to keep moving. Keep moving.

Friday, October 10, 2008

It Amazes Me...

that it's taken so freakin' long for me to get my head out of my ass. 

I finally quit my job to go full time with my music and writing. Scary? Yes. Exhilarating? You bet! I've gotta' get the Breaker album mastered, get the band in order, and get my rockin' ass back on stage. Music and writing, baby, music and writing.

Tomorrow is a big day for me: The hair is getting chopped off. In the spirit of revolutionizing and revitalizing, it seems like a necessary move. I'll let you know how it goes.

Rock on.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

There's No Rhyme for My Reason.

Well, it certainly has been a while. And not for any lack of adventure. The past couple weeks have been jam-packed with good times and lots of changes. Have I ever mentioned that I love change? It just means new opportunities are coming my way.

Since I last posted, I bought a fabulous new car (an '09 Scion xD), went National Park hopping throughout Utah and Arizona, played in Vegas, roadtripped up to Clearlake, approved the final mixes for the Breaker album, and put an offer in on a supercute house that I can totally see myself living in. 

My mom is coming in from Maine tonight and we'll be heading up north for a week. Before we leave I'm thinking about chopping all my hair off.  We'll see how that goes...

For now, I'm off to enjoy the breakfast of champions: shells and white cheddar. "Macaroni and cheese" just sounds so trashy. And so orange!

May the iguana be with you.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Killola: I am The Messer - FREE!!!

Ever hear of anything as rad as an awesome indie band making their entire album FREE to download? Yeah, I didn't think so.

Download "I am The Messer" now - Killola serves it raw!

Get some:


Killola TrueAnthem Music

Thursday, August 14, 2008

My Custom Heil PR-22 Microphone Has Arrived!

...and boy, is she beautiful. Behold, excalibur:The real fun will start when I hit the stage with this baby. Speaking of which, I am fiending, man! I am ready to get out of the studio and onto the stage. When Dean gets back from Warped Tour we'll continue auditions. I'm looking for the right people to bring this beast to life on stage. 

I'm really psyched about the quality - both sonic and visual - of this mic, and am already planning my next custom jobs. Get yer own Heil! Make some noise!

Now let us go in peace to love and serve the iguana...


Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Custom Heil Microphone on the Way!

Got word today from Bob Heil that my custom camouflage Heil PR-22 microphone has been shipped! She should be here in a couple days. The picture on the left is a stock PR-22; Mine will be a badass camo beast. I'd like to add a couple custom PR-35s to my arsenal as well - I'm thinking candy apple red and a Vegas-esque golden glitter. I'll post a pic of the new mic once it arrives.

This was my rebound mic after getting fed up with the thin sound and constant feedback of the Shure SM-58. I had to dump that bitch and get cozy with the clean, natural tone of the PR-22. Then the PR-35 ended up in my hands. "Could this be love?" I wondered. The thing cut through all the loud stage noise and delivered my voice in a clean, clear, and smooth style that left me screaming for more...literally. I love singing through that thing!

Anywho, I went with the PR-22 for my first custom mic. We'll see how she shows up and how she holds up.

Jeez...When did I become such a gear geek?

Saturday, August 2, 2008

The Sexy Old Man Discount.

I've been meaning to tell this tale for quite some time now...

A couple months ago I was in the studio and noticed Dean was wearing this amazing admiral's jacket. When I asked him about it, he told me he got it at Dragonfly on Melrose and that the little old Asian dude who works there told him, "Next time, call me 'sexy old man' and I give you a discount". I remembered the little old man. He had helped Dan and I during a shopping spree a while back. He was very sweet, but there was no discount. I was intrigued by Dean's story. I like Dragonfly and I like discounts. This sounded like something worth exploring.

About a week later I found myself on Melrose. I poked in and out of a few stores, bought some killer pants at Forgotten Saints, then decided I was ready to take the plunge. I walked into Dragonfly and saw him standing there. 

I tossed my head back, threw open my arms, and said "Hey, sexy old man!" in a very sexalicious voice. 
He gave me a big hug and said, "You called me 'sexy old man', you know what that means?" 
I played coy, "No, what does it mean?"
"It means you get 50% off anything you purchase today."
Hell yes.

I let him bring me all sorts of fabulous things to try on, and we chatted the whole time. I got to hear about his daughter at MIT, his views on the recession, and his tastes in music. I told him about Breaker, my Jeep, and shopping in NYC. I tired on 6 or 7 tops and what I ended up liking was a $66 t-shirt and a $180 sailor-style hoodie. I had my doubts about the discount - 50% seemed like a lot. Then as I was about to bring my goods over to the register he said, "and for you, no tax". Ok, now I was in shock. Was this for real? He went over to the calculator, punched in some numbers, and looked disappointed. "I knew it was too good to be true", I thought.

Then he said, "we can do better discount for t-shirt. Half is $33, how about I charge you $26?" Can I get a hell yes? What would have ended up costing $266.29 only cost $116. No joke. Just for using three magic words - SEXY OLD MAN! 

I gave him a great big hug goodbye and thanked him for a wonderful shopping experience. I kept smiling to myself the whole way home: He made my day by giving me a great discount on some killer clothes, and I made his day simply by calling him a sexy old man. 

I love this world and all of it's wonders.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Auditioning Band Members.

The purpose of this post is two-fold: First, I want to vent my frustration with the many hacks there are out there who show up to auditions and waste people's time. Second, I want to enlighten musicians who are interested in not being hacks as to what being properly prepared for an audition should look like.

Deep breath in...hold it...exhale with a sigh. Ok, that's more like it. So, I had my first round of Breaker auditions the other night and encountered a nightmare of a time vampire. A drummer showed up to audition, and at first everything seemed fine; we jammed a little, he had tight talent, a good look, and then he admitted: he didn't bother to learn the songs, citing "not enough time" as his reason. I sent this guy 3 verse/chorus snippets which totaled about 3 minutes worth of music. He had 3 days to learn the parts. Now let me ponder this, "You couldn't be bothered to learn the songs for your audition because you didn't have enough time? And I should consider you to be a member in this band why?" Not only was it a waste of my time, it was also a waste of my producer's time, the engineer who's cab-ride I paid for so we'd have someone to run sound, and the other dude auditioning, who had to be rushed out for this douche-bag drummer. And even after telling us he didn't know the songs, he went on to state how great of a band Breaker is and that he would be a perfect fit and looks forward to jamming again. Smokecrackmuch?

Tips for Effectively Auditioning for a Band

1. Learn Everything You Can About The Band
One thing that really impressed me about our first auditionee is that he knew our history inside and out, and wasn't shy about asking questions. Find out the answers to these questions prior to auditioning: How long has the band been together? What are their goals? Are they planning on playing locally? Touring? Heading into the studio to record? How often will rehearsals be? Where will rehearsals be held? What are the other members' musical influences? What direction is the music taking? Are you replacing someone? Why is he no longer with the band?

2. Get Clear on What You're Expected to Play
Some bands may want you to learn covers, others may want you to know their originals. Be clear before your audition what songs you are expected to learn and LEARN THEM.

3. Get Clear on What Equipment To Bring
Are you auditioning in a rehearsal studio? A recording studio? A garage? Guitarists and Bassists: Do you need your full rig? Any effects pedals? Which axe will work best with the band's sound? Drummers: Do you need to bring your own kit? Snare drum? bass drum pedal? Drum throne? Any special cymbals for certain songs?

4. Get There Early
Show up 15 minutes early to allow time for setup. This also gives you the opportunity to meet the people you'll be playing with before plugging in. When you're exactly on time or late, the whole event will be rushed as many bands are on a tight schedule during auditions. The worst thing you can do is let the band wait while you run late with your setup. Being on time and prepared will often earn you extra points!

5. Watch Your Levels
The way a musician's sound and volume mix with the rest of the band is a very good indicator of his caliber of musicianship. You don't want to be so loud that you're drowning out the vocals, and you don't want to be so soft that nobody can hear what the heck you're playing. Blend appropriately with the other instruments.

6. Don't Point Out Your Mistakes
Most of the time, nobody will notice them except you - you are often your harshest critic. Drawing attention to your mistakes by constantly apologizing for them will only make you look like a hack and will quickly get on people's nerves. Sometimes when mistakes are noticed, it may just sound like you're putting your own mark on the music, and most bands are cool with that. Also, most bands understand that it may take a couple rehearsals for you to iron out all the kinks.

7. Look the Part
Duh. When auditioning for a band, look like you belong there. Dress in a way that enhances or fits in with the band's image. Bands have you audition in person, not only to hear you play, but also to see how you show up and to make sure you're a good visual fit.

8. Be Excited!
This one may sound like a no brainer, but you'd be surprised how many people are out there with rotten attitudes. A little excitement goes a long way. The thought of living in a cramped bus for three months with a guy who can't be bothered to smile is horrifying. Being genuine and enthusiastic and grateful for the opportunity to audition will, in many cases, get you a callback for a second audition. Personality goes a long way in the music industry.

9. Create Chemistry
Make it a point to meet everyone in the band and get to know as much about them as you can in the time you are given. When you're playing, play like you're part of the group, instead of some jive-ass robot jamming along to the stereo. Chemistry between band-mates is essential for a band's success and longevity. Create that feeling at your audition and you're sure to make a great impression.

10. Give the Band Time and Space to Talk About You
This one usually freaks people out. Sometimes people are sold after hearing one song, other times they need to discuss your audition before making a decision. This is perfectly reasonable. In "band speak", "we'll get back to you", means "please leave now", and it's not a bad thing. In many instances, time is tight and they have to get prepared for the next guy to audition. Instead of hanging around, simply say "thank you", and be on your way. If you're right for the band, they will call you.


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

To Sum Up My Evening:

I dream of car crashes
and electric fences
Heavenly bodies
with eclectic senses
Bring the stars down
and let me bow before
A tantalizing melody
to leave me wanting more...

I went to see Lukas Rossi & Stars Down at The Mint this evening. Fucking inspiring! That man's talent still blows me away. And of course it was great to see Dean on stage for a couple tunes, including one amazing cover of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb".








Here's a video for those of you who need a little audio & visual stimulation:



Thursday, July 10, 2008

25 Things to Remember about Record Distribution: From IndieStandard.com

1) Distributors will usually only work with labels that have been in business for at least 3 years or have at least 3 previous releases that have sold several thousand copies each.

2) Distributors get records into retail stores, and record labels get customers into retail stores through promotion and marketing tactics.

3) Make sure there is a market for your style of music. Prove it to distributors by showing them how many records you have sold through live sales, internet sales, and any other alternative methods.

4) Be prepared to sign a written contract with your distributor because there are no 'handshake deals' anymore.

5) Distributors want 'exclusive' agreements with the labels they choose to work with. They usually want to represent you exclusively.

6) You will sell your product to a distributor for close to 50% of the retail list price.

7) When searching for a distributor find out what labels they represent, and talk to some of those labels to find out how well the distributor did getting records into retailers.

8) Investigate the distributor's financial status. Many label have closed down in recent years, and you cannot afford to get attached to a distributor that may not be able to pay its invoices.

9) Find out if the distributor has a sales staff , and how large it is. Then get to know the sales reps.

10) What commitment will the distributor make to help get your records into stores?

11) Is the distributor truly a national distributor, or only a regional distributor with ambitions to be a national distributor. Many large chain stores will only work with national distributors.

12) Expect the distributor to request that you remove any product you have on consignment in stores so that they can be the one to service retailers.

13) Make sure that your distributor has the ability to help you setup various retail promotions such as: coop advertising (where you must be prepared to pay the costs of media ads for select retailers), in-store artist appearances, in-store listening station programs, and furnishing POP's (point of purchase posters and other graphics).

14) Be aware that as a new label you will have to offer a distributor 100% on returns of your product.

15) You must bear all the costs of any distribution and retail promotions.

16) Be able to furnish the distributor with hundreds of 'Distributor One Sheets' (Attractively designed summary sheets describing your promotion and marketing commitments. Include barcodes, list price, picture of the album cover, and catalog numbers of your product too).

17) Distributors may ask for hundreds of free promotional copies of your release to give to the buyers at the retail stores.

18) Make sure all promotional copies have a hole punched in the barcode, and that they are not shrink-wrapped. This will prevent any unnecessary returns of your product.

19) Don't expect a distributor to pay your invoices in full or on time. You will always be owed something by the distributor because of the delay between orders sent, invoices received, time payment schedules (50-120 days per invoice) and whether or not your product has sold through, or returns are pending.

20) Create a relationship that is a true partnership between your label and the distributor.

21) Keep the distributor updated on any and all promotion and marketing plans and results, as they develop.

22) Be well financed. Trying to work with distributors without a realistic budget to participate in promotional opportunities would be a big mistake.

23) Your distributor will only be as good as your marketing plans to sell the record. Don't expect them to do your work for you, remember all they do is get records into the stores.

24) Read the trades, especially Billboard for weekly news on the health of the industry, and/or the status of your distributor.

25) Work your product relentlessly on as many fronts as possible…commercial and non commercial airplay, internet airplay and sales campaigns, on and offline publicity ideas, and touring…eternally touring!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Independence Day: The Gonzo Way

I celebrated Independence Day by paying homage to the man who fought for my right to fly the Freak Flag: Hunter S. Thompson.



There is an extreme scarcity of leaders who I regard as true patriots, and who actually garner my respect. Thompson was a man who understood and lived from the essence of the American character the way few people ever do. "Freedom is something that dies unless it's used", he said. And I believe that in times like these, it is imperative that we use our freedom.

To me, Thompson represents everything that is definitively American. He is a constant reminder that one person can in fact make a difference, inspiring a culture of free thinkers and encouraging immediate action to create the world we want to live in now.

Go see Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson and fly your flag high!!!


Sunday, June 29, 2008

Alkaline Trio: Agony & Irony

One of my favorite bands is Alkaline Trio. Loving them was my dirty little secret for a while, but that's a story for another day.

As you may have heard, their latest album, "Agony & Irony" is coming out on July 1st!!! As if that's not awesome enough, they're playing the House of Blues in West Hollywood on July 26th. The new album is currently available for listening on MySpace.com/AlkalineTrio

There's a new interview with the band here.

Can I get a "Hell yes"?

Over and out.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

TENFOLD TRUE: Volume III

Fate squats shyly on the tip of my tongue
While the frame of your faith crumbles to dust
Lie there, take it
Smile, fake it
I am dying
Just to say it:

No matter what I do
I'm tenfold true
Drawn to you
No matter what they say
Fate will find a way
to let us be

I wear this smile out of sheer lunacy
A mask to hide all that I bleed
Breathe in, steal it
Breathe out, deal it
Are you dying
just to feel it?
Dying to feel it
Are you dying to feel it?

No matter what I do
I'm tenfold true
Drawn to you
No matter what they say
Fate will find a way
to let us be

Monday, June 16, 2008

TENFOLD TRUE: Volume II

For months on end, my brother, Dan, kept playing this crazy guitar riff that I could barely make sense of. "What the fuck am I supposed to sing over that?" I wondered. The thing was catchy, but damn near impossible for me to create a coherent melody over. Dan and I brought the riff to our producer, Dean, who made a song out of the fantastic noise by carving out wide open spaces for my voice to fill. Add to that assaulting drums (courtesy of Ken Schalk) & a heap of booming bass and I was sold: The thing suddenly made sense to me...and it reminded me of that night sitting in the parking lot of the Forum Diner. I knew my orphaned lyrics had finally found their home in this song.


The day before tracking vocals on "Tenfold True", Dean called me to let me know that Lukas Rossi, formerly of Rockstar Supernova and currently heading up Stars Down, would be stopping by the studio to sit in on my session. "Holy Fuck. What?"

Truthfully, I became suddenly self-conscious and stupid nervous.

It turned out that getting nervous was for nothing. Lukas was a cool cat, and we spent a couple hours killing Coors Lights and talking about all things sacred, namely women and music, before I headed into the tracking room. I cranked out the vocals pretty quickly, and Lukas remained quiet for most of it. Although, after my leads were done, Lukas started suggesting some harmonies (which he is exceedingly talented at writing). Next thing I knew, Lukas was asking if he could have a go at singing 'em: I certainly didn't need to give it a second thought.


Here's the truth: we could have sounded awful together. We could have gone through the motions and created a perfunctory vocal suckfest. What was happening that day was this incredible musical synergy, this brilliant exchange of energies, that created a beautiful rock n' roll masterpiece, and as it turns out: Lukas and I sound amazing together!


It took so many people's contributions to bring "Tenfold True" to life. And as I had mentioned in the previous post: that is what I love about music! I am eager for everyone to hear "Tenfold True" on BREAKER's upcoming debut release. Full lyrics in the next post...In the meantime, check out BREAKER on MySpace to get yer fix.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

TENFOLD TRUE: Volume I

I received an amazing birthday present today: Mix Draft 1 of "Tenfold True", a song that holds my heart hostage like no other. 

Part of what  I love about music is the opportunity it provides to connect with other people to create something bigger than any of us could create individually. Music is a true testament to the magic and infinite possibilities of synergy. This song is the result of such synergy: 

When I was a seventeen years old my best friend, Mike (who now plays guitar in the Long Island-based rock band, Tenstrong), introduced me to Paul. While there are many things I could say about Paul, what's relevant is this: He was the spark that ignited this song. One fateful evening he picked me up from my friend's house at nearly 4 a.m. for some late-night nosh and booze-fueled conversation. I'll never forget riding in his "roller coaster" Jeep - the passenger seat wasn't secure on its track, so it would roll back and forth, slamming from front to back as we drove. We sat in the parking lot of the Forum Diner shootin' the shit as the sun rose until he finally mustered up enough courage to talk to me about what he had dragged me out of bed at 4 a.m. to talk about: the sucker had a crush on me! And that's when it happened: "Fate squats shyly on the tip of my tongue", I silently said to myself. Paul wasn't the boy I had a boner for. It was his friend Luke that I liked..."as the frame of your faith crumbles to dust".

That morning, as soon as I made it back to my notebook, I scribbled down the lines that had been repeatedly racing through my mind. And thus, the verses for "Tenfold True" came to be. It took nearly six years for those verses to see the light of day.

More to come. . .


Wednesday, June 11, 2008

And So it Is:

It was recently brought to my attention that life is moving pretty darn fast; that Breaker is becoming a real live band and a real live lifestyle; that I may want to take a moment to document all this craziness so in a few years when my brain cells are burned out, I can look back at this and laugh. Seemed like a good enough idea, so here I am.

Over the past several months I have been recording an album with producer, Dean Dichoso. We're finally done tracking and now my baby is in the hands of the talented mix engineers at Audio Virus X. Here's the truth: this freakin' process feels like it takes forever. For a chick who gets off on instant gratification, this is a virtual suckfest. I want it now, damn it.

Of course, what comes forth will certainly be worth the wait. I'll keep you posted as this beauty of a beast unfurls.

Now let us go in peace to love and serve the iguana.