By Fleeceman, on July 21st, 2010%
Super: (over black) The Conversation
EXT. DAY — STEARNS WHARF
Probably not mind-controlled, nor communing with dinosaurs, but most possibly nutty.
An overcast day, mostly still with just a hint of onshore breeze. The tide is high and a south swell buffets the pilings. The sound is like small marbles rolling along a glass-bottomed box. From nowhere, a . . . → Read More: The Conversation
By Fleeceman, on April 8th, 2010%
The book that says it all, or at least what has been said before.
I must warn you to beware when a guitar-playing Jesus shows up at your “office” and asks if things are great. (And yes, he says it like that.)
He then sets a book down on your desk. It is self-published and entitled “Pay . . . → Read More: Bananas
By Fleeceman, on January 6th, 2010%
[Note: I wrote this over a year ago, then sat on it because it seemed trivial. However, since this blog has been incredibly glitchy for quite some time and I can't find the fricken code I need to contact my host, you'll just have to read a belated review, sans pictures, because hey, that's part . . . → Read More: Pineapple Express
By Fleeceman, on October 15th, 2009%
In the foothills northeast of Santa Barbara sits a posh, gated community, where if you happen to be working within, you must first sign a contract, the small print of which states you must not even look at the pool once you’re on the property you’ve been assigned to. Dogs aren’t even allowed in your vehicle, . . . → Read More: The BBQ Puker
By Fleeceman, on July 7th, 2009%
Itunes recently promoted some Library of Congress podcasts, one of which was about composing with the Devil.
Apparently, a musical interval called the tritone consists of starting on C then jumping up to F sharp, which is somehow tied to physics (and our brain). If you have a string for each note, the ratio of those strings . . . → Read More: Dangerous Music