Last night Phil and Jake and I all went and saw the new Quentin Tarantino double feature. Phil left these deliciously disgusting snacks in my bag to sneak into the theatre, but he never ate them. They are not very good, but I am eating them anyway in hopes that he will see me enjoying his forgotten munchie. Muahahaha.
Here’s a strange story:
So Beast, please be still just recorded our album last weekend. And in one of the songs I take two cellphones, have them call eachother, and then put each of them on speaker phone. When one or the other picks up sound, it feedbacks in really cool ways and in the same pitch as whatever sound is going on in the room.
It’s a cool effect, and I like that we are using the phones; I think that we might theme the album around how cellphones are killing honey bees. At least, that’s what I am rooting for.
So last night, Amber tells me that her sister had a dream that she was making out with Kurt Cobain. When she started into the story I was already kind of feeling the shivers cause just Monday I had stayed up til two in the morning watching old interviews and live performances of Nirvana with a sudden refascination. Amber says that she too suddenly got an inkling to download an interview with them herself early on in the week.
I can rationalize that though – we live in Seattle, Sasha just got a job at Subpop, and we just recorded an album in the former grunge capital. The Kurt vibe is in the air and of course our generation x subconscious is going to latch onto the former rock god.
But here’s the werid part: Sasha is having this dream, and her and Cobain are french-kissing and I guess he suddenly pulls away from her and says: “Tell Amber not to use the telephones. Tell her to take them out of the recording.”
I got totally quiet when Amber was telling me the story. She thought I had fallen asleep but I was really thinking: WTF?! Mind you, when Sasha told this to Amber she had NO IDEA what the hell that meant and thought Amber would just think she was being weird.
What are the fucking chances? This must be a message!
Now I am a bit confused – should we really take the phones out? And if so, what are we meant to replace them with?
LXXXI
William Shakespeare
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read;
And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live,—such virtue hath my pen,—
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
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