archives
200506
Explosions In The Sky
2005-06-30 -- Morgan
Before everybody tests their colonic endurance with heaping plates of BBQ and wieners or loses a digit or two from shoddy firecrackers bought at a temporary roadside stand, have a snicker (no, fatty -- not Snickers) and then kindly come back after the holiday. MAGNA is leaving the offices vacant after we get a few things set with the mix for our yet-untitled new album, very much due in September. Uh-oh...I don't know if I was supposed to say that! Well, I'm sure not going to tell you about our gig in July. Not yet at least. Sniff you jerks later...
2005-06-30 -- Morgan
Before everybody tests their colonic endurance with heaping plates of BBQ and wieners or loses a digit or two from shoddy firecrackers bought at a temporary roadside stand, have a snicker (no, fatty -- not Snickers) and then kindly come back after the holiday. MAGNA is leaving the offices vacant after we get a few things set with the mix for our yet-untitled new album, very much due in September. Uh-oh...I don't know if I was supposed to say that! Well, I'm sure not going to tell you about our gig in July. Not yet at least. Sniff you jerks later...
The Boys Of Summer
2005-06-27 -- Morgan
The announcement of a show is coming any moment now, but until we get them to meet the demands of our deli tray, we can't let the details slip. Meanwhile, we're still augmenting our songlist and are happy to report another MAGNA mini-opus has been completed. Just shy of the 9 minute mark is "Vladimir Guerrero", strangely enough having very little to do with Vladimir Guerrero. That's just a rad name. Like Engelbert Humperdink, but safe for the children to say.
2005-06-27 -- Morgan
The announcement of a show is coming any moment now, but until we get them to meet the demands of our deli tray, we can't let the details slip. Meanwhile, we're still augmenting our songlist and are happy to report another MAGNA mini-opus has been completed. Just shy of the 9 minute mark is "Vladimir Guerrero", strangely enough having very little to do with Vladimir Guerrero. That's just a rad name. Like Engelbert Humperdink, but safe for the children to say.
Seasons In The Abyss
2005-06-23 -- Morgan
Miss Montana kindly informed me that it indeed was the summer solstice earlier this week. Yours truly was aware that it was the first day of summer, although it was not as though the day seemed it's longest. Dr. Berkelwood (currently of the Portland Berkelsteins) was quick to point out that he was going to a summer solstice party, and we proceeded to be confused as to whether they were one in the same. I mucked it up pretty good, but we were both clear that it was no equinox. Stupid ox!
School is out and time to run amok...that is unless you're naughty. The mix is it around these parts, and word from up on high is that the kids are gonna have something new to tap their toes to by September. Me and Rybot are already crackin' on it. Mmmmm...crack! As undisputed Master of Meaningless Deadlines, I proclaim it will be a six week intensive period before we viking funeral those tasty 0's and 1's (yes Mrs. Buckey, I did say 0's and 1's). Let's hope nothing gets in out way.
Maybe we'll be nice and post some bits and blurbs in the meantime...possibly even some "experimental" stuff from practice or our latest writing sessions. Del Toro will tell you that Seņor Knouf has a sweet new piece of tekmology that will help. It's also available for hire, in case you want the hammer of the rock gods to strike lightning on your music project.
If you add it all up, I think you'll agree that this all bears a striking resemblance to QOTSA's Feel Good Hit Of The Summer (sing along, you know you know it):
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, marijuana, extacy and alcohol. C-c-c-c-c-cocaine!
ps. CK (or is it See-K) and Donald Donny Greeb both get one year older circa the crossover betwixt Juno and Julio. Sadly, Mssr. Sandman stays one year deader. Dirt nap on the Maddens! Especially the one with no cred.
(fart)
2005-06-23 -- Morgan
Miss Montana kindly informed me that it indeed was the summer solstice earlier this week. Yours truly was aware that it was the first day of summer, although it was not as though the day seemed it's longest. Dr. Berkelwood (currently of the Portland Berkelsteins) was quick to point out that he was going to a summer solstice party, and we proceeded to be confused as to whether they were one in the same. I mucked it up pretty good, but we were both clear that it was no equinox. Stupid ox!
School is out and time to run amok...that is unless you're naughty. The mix is it around these parts, and word from up on high is that the kids are gonna have something new to tap their toes to by September. Me and Rybot are already crackin' on it. Mmmmm...crack! As undisputed Master of Meaningless Deadlines, I proclaim it will be a six week intensive period before we viking funeral those tasty 0's and 1's (yes Mrs. Buckey, I did say 0's and 1's). Let's hope nothing gets in out way.
Maybe we'll be nice and post some bits and blurbs in the meantime...possibly even some "experimental" stuff from practice or our latest writing sessions. Del Toro will tell you that Seņor Knouf has a sweet new piece of tekmology that will help. It's also available for hire, in case you want the hammer of the rock gods to strike lightning on your music project.
If you add it all up, I think you'll agree that this all bears a striking resemblance to QOTSA's Feel Good Hit Of The Summer (sing along, you know you know it):
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, marijuana, extacy and alcohol. C-c-c-c-c-cocaine!
ps. CK (or is it See-K) and Donald Donny Greeb both get one year older circa the crossover betwixt Juno and Julio. Sadly, Mssr. Sandman stays one year deader. Dirt nap on the Maddens! Especially the one with no cred.
(fart)