So I’m still in the midst of trying to get the promo ball running for the Electric Bird Noise & the stuff from the 5 in 5 series. This past weekend of course were the release party shows (featuring Small Life Form opening) in Myrtle Beach & Wilmington & Karla Anne Lineback wrote a pretty in depth review of the shows on auralmemories. I’ll have some video up soonish I hope & I’ll probably put some photos up on Tumblr fairly soon.
So I use Twitter quite a bit as you know & I do my best to follow all the blogs & DJs & such that have ever supported Silber. Evidently there’s a limit of how many people you can follow on Twitter of 2000 & I hit it. So today I had to go through & unfollow a couple hundred folks. I kinda hate doing that. I’ve never figured out how to really use Twitter anyway as far as building a community on it instead of just micro-blogging. So I’ll just try to stay satisfied that I can still use it the way I want to.
Here’s a new video from Plumerai for their song “Mimosa.”
Here’s a super short new video from Moodring.
It’s probably also worth noting that Irata is working on a music video.
I also feel like I should mention that If Thousands is back in the studio. I don’t know what the results will be in the end.
Going to be working on some recordings tomorrow with Ted Johnson as well as trying to finish up a Small Life Form comp track & wrapping up the next QRD in the next few days. We’ll see how much I can get done.
Last Night’s Dreams:
I’m in high school sitting outside in the yard at a picnic table with a group of folks I wouldn’t call me friends, but I am part of their clique. Word comes in that cops are coming in & we all run, trying to get in the building before getting rounded up. Everyone but me goes the main route & cops in riot gear get them all boxed in. I’m following the edge of the campus, running in the two foot space between some storage buildings & the ten foot chainlink fence. I cut over to get to an entrance into the main building & there’s just one cop blocking the way. He has a neon yellow baton & is crouched to try to hit me at the knee. I manage to kick the club out of his hand & he pulls his gun & tells me to lay face down & pretend I took the hit. I lay down & he puts a sheet of black plastic over me & then I get a hit to the head that knocks me out. I come to leaning over a desk in a storage room rather than a class room & there are two teachers looking over me & the dozen other kids in the room instead of cops. I ask if I can go to the bathroom & the teacher tells me I need to go up two flights of stairs to get to the nearest bathroom & she gives me a glass carafe & asks me to fill it at the water fountain. I take the carafe & when I get to the main floor I realize that the school is the largest building I’ve ever been in other than an airport terminal.
There’s some dude hitting on my girlfriend. He says he makes over a million dollars a year selling real estate. I ask him how much he makes a month & he says about $100,000. This dude’s a fucking liar.
I don’t know who my masters are, but I’m a slave. It’s gotten to the point that when they whip my back, even to the point of bleeding, I can’t really feel it any more; I just take it as a fact of life.
I’m out of town on work. When I get home my grandmother has died alone without me.