A box of tapes …

So I’m slowly going through a couple of boxes of tapes full of my tribe’s random stoner four-track recordings or shoddily mic’d band practices. I have major obsession over this stuff - a sick little nostalgia complex and a need to chronicle and archive it all. Here are a few random new ones:

1. The Goners - Precious Stone. This is the most recent “band” I was in; it was composed of four of the first Arcata settlers to move up to Seattle (Jake, Brandt, Christina and myself) and we chose a name to go along with the dreary boontdusties/dinosaurs/we’re all gonna die, theme. This is just from a tape stuck in one of those simple audio recorders from the eighties, and you can hear the whirling of the wheels inside of it. There are a ton of mistakes because it’s from one of our first practices, but I’m quite proud of my totally wanking guitar solo. I look back and can’t believe I had the Eddie Van Halen in me.

2. KillBoyFuckbot??? - Second section of a seance This “song” can’t really be attributed to one band, but is mostly comprised of the members of KillBoyFuckbot (all 10,000 of them), with Ryan Jones from Datura Blues and anyone else who was at the party. We were scheduled to play a regular set at the GreenHouse in Arcata, but I got this idea to make it a “seance”. There were rumors of the ghost of a little girl often seen on the stairs, so we turned off the lights, gave everyone instruments and played for an hour and a half trying to summon this spirit. Judge for yourself.

3. Panda Tears - Jazz Beats, BaseBall Rave These are from the days when I was indulging in Humboldt Counties finest export. Cough, cough.

If you haven’t already, I recommended perusing through the large collection of titles in the Tribal Music Pages - and keep coming back because over the next few days I’m going to continue putting up more strange noises to rattle your brains.