Thursday, September 4, 2008

Studio Journal. - Los Angeles, CA.


August 20th - 12:47AM.

I'm going into the studio tomorrow at 10AM. I'm not sure what we'll do on our first day of recording, but I'm excited. Heather and I are thinking about moving here to Los Angeles. We plan on looking for prospective places while we are here in town.


August 21st - 2:14AM.

Recording, day one. We accomplished a lot today, tracking most everything for "100 Years Of War." I'd like to still add some gang vocals and maybe some other minor percussion, but we have the basics. It's good to see Billy. I enjoy working with him. I've been looking forward to this project all summer long.
Before we left for the night we recorded a rough version of a song I wrote a couple days ago "Cowards Sing At Night." It was the first time I've actually ever sung the song out loud in my full voice. I wanted to do the rough recording for Billy and Butch to hear, to see if they thought it was good enough to record for the EP. I like the song, the melody, but lyrically; I'm apprehensive. I just want to be certain that I stand behind what I wrote. I don't know John McCain. Chances are I''l never meet him. I just know what I've read about him, what I hear about him, the impression he makes, through the media and the politics he preaches. McCain was a POW during Vietnam. People respect his service record, and it's been brought up continually in his bid for the presidency. I disagree with the fundamentals of his platform, I disagree with what he represents. I believe in a woman's right to choose. I believe that people should be free to marry whomever they want to marry, regardless of gender. I think offshore drilling offers no solution to the country's energy crisis. I think healthcare is a right not a privilege. I think that John McCain will not only prolong our occupation of Iraq (indefinitely?) but also lead us, guns blazing, into more conflict. I think John McCain has never stopped fighting the Vietnam War.

Sometimes I look down at my arms or legs and imagine myself an amputee.


August 22nd - 12:03AM.

Recording, day two. Jerry Finn passed away today. Butch came in to the studio and seemed pretty broken up about it. They were friends. I didn't really know what to say so I said nothing.
I met Jerry once, towards the end of when we were recording "New Wave". Jerry was in the studio above us finishing up the last Tiger Army record. Butch and I went up there to see if we could borrow an amp. We brought up some wine in exchange, an offering. We didn't know that Nick 13 was straight edge, Jerry declined. They still let us borrow the amp. My condolences to Jerry's family and friends.


August 23rd - 12:44AM.

Recording, day three. I feel a little under the weather, like I might be getting sick. My body aches, I'm tired. I'm not sure when my next day off is, I can't remember when my last one was. Tropical Storm Fay has been dumping rain on Florida for the past three days now. I called my mom earlier to check in and make sure everything was okay. I text messaged with James and asked him how the weather was in Gainesville. I'm worried that our storage space might flood. I wish I'd put the LP boxes up off the ground. We recorded "Conceptual Paths" today. We moved a little slower than previous days, it was a little more laborious song. We spent a lot of time trying out different effects for the drums and vocals. Heather asked me tonight if I was enjoying recording alone. Yes, I am. I feel conflicted as to whether I should release these songs under the name Against Me! as planned, under a new name, or under my given name. I've never liked my name.


August 24th - 1:08AM.

Recording, day four. While I could have happily slept for another couple of hours I felt much better this morning. We worked on "Anna Is A Stool Pigeon" today, mapping out the tempos. Butch came in a little after noon with Bo. It's amazing to see how much she's grown, how much she's talking! We gave Butch the tempo map for the song, he's going to try and work out a drumbeat for it. After lunch we recorded "I Can't See You, But I Know You're There" and "Cowards Sing At Night". We took a real straightforward approach to the songs, just acoustic guitar on "I Can't See You..." and just an electric (a Jazzmaster played through an old Silvertone) on "Cowards...".
There are ants in my hotel room. They crawl all over my computer as I work through emails. They crawl all over the pages of my notebook as I write. They Crawl all over Heather and I while we sleep. They fill me with guilt as I crush them under my fingers.


August 25th - 12:02AM.

Recording, day five. We hit our first roadblock today. After making progress on the drum part for "Random Hearts", and stumbling by chance into a cool tone with a Fender Baritone played through a Matchless head, we were at a loss as to what we should do for the actual guitar part. It didn't help that we decided, today being Sunday and all, we would make two separate trips to the coffee shop up the street. We got completely jacked on caffeine. It wasn't pretty. I felt like I was saying everything way too loud. I've been working on the song since I got back here to the hotel. I've also been drinking wine in the hopes that I will eventually be able to fall asleep. We're starting late tomorrow, 1PM. This means I get to sleep in. Despite the frustration today I'm trying to keep all the progress we've made thus far in perspective.

3:15AM.

I'm still awake. Watched "Jumper" starring Hayden Christensen and Samuel L. Jackson. Not a great movie at all, but Hayden's performance was Oscar worthy compared to his stilted delivery in the two Star Wars movies he made.
So here I am, 5th floor of the Sheraton, room 507, Los Angeles, California. Andrew and James are back in Gainesville. Warren is in Chicago. Heather asked me tonight if I was serious about moving out here. I said it all depended on the specifics. The cost of living is a lot higher in Los Angeles, CA than in Gainesville, FL. It would also mean that I would no longer live in the same city as the rest of my band. What would happen? How would this affect us? We are going to be recording our next full length out here at some point next year, which would mean we'd be living in Los Angeles for a couple months anyways. We can either find a house to rent somewhere in Florida (other than Gainesville), commute to practice and then live a hotel for a couple months while we're out here in Los Angeles recording. Or, we can get a house here in Los Angeles and I can just travel back to Florida, live in a hotel while writing for the record, then be at home the whole time we are recording. I told Heather that I wasn't sure what we should do, that I'm hoping the answer will reveal itself to me soon.


August 26th - 1:38AM.

Recording, day six. We finished the essential for 3 songs today. "Random Hearts", "Anna", and "Harsh Realms." I was up until will past 4AM last night wrestling with the guitar part for "Random Hearts". I was glad that it worked out. We're not recording tomorrow. I'm going to shoot some videos around town with this guy Jason Thrasher. It's going to be live performances, out in public places. I want to do one for every song on the EP. I met Jason for the first time last night, he came over here to the Sheraton and we had drinks in the lobby. Jason is from Athens, Georgia. He seems like a cool guy.


August 28th - 1:01AM.

Recording, day seven. I'm tired, mentally tired. I've begun mapping out potential song sequences in my head. I'm pretty sure I want to leave off "I Can't See You, But I Know You're There" from the EP. I don't think it fits lyrically or musically. Making the videos went great yesterday, had a lot of fun. It was pretty awesome standing on a rooftop in downtown Los Angeles, singing at the top of my lungs to the endlessly expanding city below, as the sun slowly set. As we sat huddled in the dark watching the playback on the camera, laughing, talking, drinking beers, I felt like I was 19 again. Life was dangerous and exciting. All ideas were possible and should be followed with passion. The future was unpredictable. I want to always feel that way.


August 28th - 7:58PM.

Recording, day eight. The right side of my mouth is throbbing. The pain feels like it's coming from around my crown. Before my dentist died he told me that I needed to have it replaced, that it wasn't sealed properly and that food could get stuck in it, possibly causing infection. I wish I had dental insurance.
Craig Aaronson is coming by the studio with Holly Adams, our new production manager, tomorrow at 11:30. We have been left completely alone by the label up until this point, which I have not minded at all. I think their expectations are modes, if not low. We finished early tonight and Billy gave me a ride back to the hotel. I've really enjoyed hanging out with Billy. We've had a relaxed schedule while recording. Show up around 11, go get coffee, record for a couple hours, go get lunch, record for a couple hours, go get more coffee. Billy is a caffeine addict like me.
We recorded a cover of The Replacements song "Here Comes A Regular" today for the 50th anniversary comp that Warner is putting out. As a band we've covered the Replacements before, we recorded a cover of "Bastards Of Young" for a tribute comp a couple years ago. I was hesitant at first to cover them again. But, considering the fact that if I didn't cover the 'mats for this comp no one else would have, I thought it was fitting to do.
I've listened to that song a million times before. I never realized just how sad the lyrics were until I sang them today.

"You're like a picture on a fridge that's never stocked with food."


August 29th - 11:24PM.

Recording, day nine. Chuck Ragan came into the studio today, played harp and sang on "Anna Is A Stool Pigeon". He completed the song, I'm grateful to him for taking the time to come down and do it. We're doing backing vocals tomorrow, "gang vocals". I've invited Lex and Lauren who run againstmeforum.com, as well as a couple other people. This guy Danny wrote into the band email account saying he heard from his friend who works at the studio that I was recording here. He said he used to work here and he now regretted that he no longer did, that he would have liked to have gotten the chance to meet me. I asked if he wanted to come down and help out with gang vocals tomorrow. The gang vocals are all that's left to record. We're hoping to have the EP mixed and mastered, everything finished, artwork and all, by the end of next week. I'm going to call the record "Heart Burns".


August 30th - 7:18PM.

Recording, day ten. We finished all tracking today. Lex and Lauren brought their friend Stephanie with them. Danny brough his friend Ricky. Zach who works at the studio helped out as well. Heather came down with Matt and Monica. Butch brought down a bottle of Duckhorn for everyone. Beth and Bo listened from the control room. I wrote the lyrics down on big sheets of paper and taped them up on the control room window. As everyone sang I stood on the couch and did my best to direct the choir through the glass. Thanks everyone for helping out!
Tomorrow is our last day in the studio, it's also Billy's birthday. Heather and I gave him copies of the new Conor Oberst solo album, and Mark Lannegan's "Bubblegum" as a gift. We mixed a couple songs last night after the gang vocals were done.


August 31st - 12:03AM.

Recording, day eleven. Heather was supposed to leave this morning. She was flying to New Orleans to visit her Dad. They began evacuating New Orleans today because of Hurricane Gustav, which it looks like is headed right for the city. The mayor said it was the "Storm Of The Century", he urged everyone to leave, warning whoever stayed behind that it would be the "mistake of their lives", and that they should make sure then have an axe to chop their way through the roof as the waters rise. Heather is now leaving tomorrow for Florida. I leave for Montreal on Monday. I'm sad to leave. I feel like a different person out here, I feel more like myself, more at ease. I feel lighter. Recording for the past 11 days has been a positive and fulfilling experience. It's made all those nights this past year when I've chosen to go back to my hotel room, or back to the bus, and write instead of going out and partying, worth it. I feel energized, excited about making music and writing.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Japan


August 7th - 7:52PM. NWA Flight #69, Detroit to Osaka

I didn't plan on drinking today. But, here I am, how many thousands of feet in the air, starting my 3rd mini-bottle of white wine, washing down a "Norco" (some kind of pain killer) that James, the window to my aisle, gave me. There aren't personal TVs in the back of the seats on this flight, what else is there to do? I finished reading John McCain's book "Faith Of My Fathers" and surrendered to a drink. I read Obama's book first, "The Audacity Of Hope." It's interesting to read the book of someone whom you've heard talk so much on television. Your internal reading voice is replaced by theirs. Obama and McCain read their books to me, I just turned the pages.

August 9th - 9:58AM. Osaka, Japan. Rihga Royal Hotel, Room 1160

I didn't stay out late last night, choosing instead to come back to the hotel after dinner and go to sleep. Hiromi, our translator and guide while we're in Japan, took us out to eat. The restaurant, about a 10 minute walk from the hotel, was tucked down an alley and on the 2nd floor of a non-descript building. There was no signage and we never would have found the place on our own. I'm guessing maximum capacity of the one room establishment was probably 30 people tops. The food was excellent.
We're leaving for the festival at noon, our set time is 3:25. We then have an 8:20 flight to catch heading for Tokyo, so we won't be able to stick around and watch any of the bands. We'll have more time to hang out in Tokyo.

August 11th - 9:46AM. Tokyo, Japan. Grand Prince Hotel, Akasaka. Room 2148

Coldplay were incredible last night. I'm a big fan of their new album. It was my first time seeing them play. They are talented musicians individually, and together they form an exceptionally tight band. The drummer doesn't drop sticks, he hits hard. The bass player is locked into the rhythm, he's not too flash. The guitarist didn't miss a note. Chris Martin exudes personality and energy. Ever since last night I've been trying to fight off a defeated feeling of jealousy. I've been at war with the voice inside my head that keeps saying "You'll never make it. You'll never know what it feels like to command a stadium full of people in Tokyo. Your band just isn't good enough." I want to believe. I want to believe that with hard work and determination I can go anywhere, do anything. Sometimes it's hard. Say what you will about Coldplay, I don't aspire to emulate their band. I aspire to reach as many people as they do, that has nothing to with money or fame, it has to do with art. That's my dream.
Tokyo was much better for us than Osaka. We played better as we were less jet lagged, and the crowd was more receptive. I got to see MGMT and Crystal Castles play again, for the second day in a row. MGMT are still horrible live, which is disappointing cause I love their album. Crystal Castles were once again incendiary, another highlight of the festival for me. Coming over here to play the Summer Sonic Festival has been a great experience. It is by far the most well organized festival we have ever played, as well as the most artist friendly. There was no hierarchy among the bands, ever one had the same quality catering, our wrist bands got us access to any stage (not just our own), and our hotel accommodations were more than adequate. I really hope to come back to Japan some day soon on our own tour. This is an amazing country.

August 11th - 10:58AM. Berkeley, California. Double Tree Hotel, Room 3137

I had my alarm set for 9AM but woke up around 8 this morning. I didn't leave my hotel room until our noon lobby call, spending my last hours in Tokyo organizing my luggage, checking emails, and writing.
I slept the good majority of the 10 1/2 hour flight from Narita to SFO. Our plane left half an hour early due to volcanic eruptions in the Allution Islands. I felt rushed once through security and instead of casually looking through the duty free shops and then eating some breakfast, I wolfed down a bowl of rice, a bottle of sake, and two bottles of white wine before boarding. James was once again the window to my aisle and after take off we started ordering more wine. X amount of bottles and 1 1/2 "Norcos" later I was fucked up. I passed out while attempting to watch the new Disney remake of the Hunchback Of Notre Dame. In my lucid pill and alcohol induced state I remember being furious over the liberties Disney took with changing the Hugo's classic novel to cater to their bottom line. It should be illegal to change to content of a classic story and sell it under the same name to people. Victor is dead, his book is not.
When I finally woke up the flight crew was starting the breakfast service, which meant we had about an hour before landing. I felt nauseous. James commiserated the feeling with me. I was worried I wasn't going to make it through the immigration process. I was worried that the customs officer would start asking questions and I would just vomit all over him. Thankfully I made it through without incident. Heather made it to Berkeley a couple hours before me and had already check in and settled into our room. By the time I got to the hotel I felt like the whole world was rocking back and forth like a ship at sea. I felt like my legs might collapse beneath me at any moment. I kept having to brace myself against the walls as I paced around the room telling Heather about my trip. We ordered room service and then promptly fell asleep. We napped until around 7PM. Our hotel is right on the bay. After waking up, Heather and I took a walk around the marina, along the shore line. Walking down the pier it was hard to imagine that somewhere out there, across the bay, past San Francisco, across the seemingly endless Pacific Ocean, life in Japan carried on.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

July 30th - Driving to Cincinnatti, Oh

Heather's Grandmother passed away. She got the new from her Father yesterday. She has been greatly affected by the loss, breaking down into tears at random all day long. I did my best to try and take her mind off it. After her work day was over we watched Forrest Gump in the front lounge. She had never seen it before. We didn't finish the movie, going to bed right as Forrest meets his son for the first time. I never met Heather's Grandmother, I wish I would have gotten the chance. I told Heather I would take care of sending her Father flowers, it was his mother that passed away. I'm not sure what to write in the card.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

July 18th - 11:12PM. Driving To Toronto

"I couldn't sleep all night long; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on the sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams."
-"The Great Gatsby"
F. Scott Fitzgerald

I have trouble falling asleep at night; drinking helps. When I do finally fall asleep it's not for long. I usually wake up each morning around 5AM in a hot sweat. The air conditioner on the bus needs freon or something like that I'm told. I can't sleep when I'm hot. I stumble into the front lounge, use the bathroom, drink some water. Sometimes I read, sometimes I write, sometimes I stare out the window vacantly as endless miles of interstate unfold before the bus. Eventually I lay back down in the bunk where I toss and turn until 7AM, when the bus has arrived wherever we are, and Heather wakes up to start her day. The I fall asleep until around 11AM. The bunks in the bus are small, they're not made to sleep two people. Regardless, I prefer to have Heather in the bunk with me than not.
We played early today, second on our stage. I woke up hung-over from a late, blurry night before. I drank a beer, then a vodka/CapriSun cocktail before playing. Unexpectedly, the crowd was one of the better that we've had thus far on the tour. The sun had yet to drain the energy out of everyone. After our signing, Heather and I went out to dinner with her parents. They still make me feel nervous, awkward. I'm married to their daughter, I want them to like me. It doesn't help that I haven't showered in 10 days.

Monday, July 7, 2008

July 5th - 1:09PM. Selma, Texas @ The Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre





  "Please just don't let me be boring." I was nervous all day long before the show.
  "Please just don't let me be boring." The thought kept running through my head. I was worried I was going to forget words. I was worried I was going to forget chords. But, above all, I was worried I was going to be boring.
  We woke up in Austin and checked into our rooms at the Sheraton downtown. After taking showers, Heather and I went for lunch at Mekong River. It was a 5PM load in at Emo's, not that I had much to load in, two guitars and an amp. Jordan walked down to the venue with me. I felt like a real cliche walking around downtown Austin carrying an acoustic guitar.
  We weren't at Emo's for more that 5 minutes before Andrew W.K. walked in. He immediately came up and introduced himself. We talked for a second. Andrew seems like a genuinely nice person, a genuinely positive person. I watched him sound check as I changed my guitar strings. After my own sound check I walked back to the hotel. I wasn't playing until 10:50.
  It had been a long time since I'd played a show by myself. I was hoping for disinterest and a lack of attention. I was hoping for anonymity and an empty room. Emo's was packed, with most of the crowd being made up of bands and crew from the Warped Tour. Everyone had the day off and everyone went to Austin. I played 7 songs total, only one of which I'd ever played live before. I kept it short.
  Playing a show alone is entirely different from playing a show with a band. The pressure rests solely upon you to perform. The only sounds being made will be coming from you, the only movements being made will be your own. Last night I was too nervous to do much other than close my eyes and hope for the best, hang on for dear life and wait for the ride to end. After the show was over I felt foolish for being so intimidated. I wished I had owned the moment. 

Saturday, July 5, 2008

June 29th - Denver, Colorado

The singer said they were from Seattle, this was the last show on their tour.
He had a musical note tattoo'd on his right forearm, I took it as a sign of self affirmation.
Their sound was derivative of Pavement, Built To Spill, Weezer, and Death Cab For Cutie.
Awkward stage banter to an inattentive audience.
They were playing to the back of the room.
They were playing for gas money to make it home. 
Fender Stratocaster with an abalogna pic guard.
Grey t-shirt with a red heart printed in the center of the chest.
It was a Sunday night in Denver.
Skinny white kids played indie rock, committed drinkers clapped unenthusiastically from the bar.
The lead guitarists hair hung down over his eyes while he played.
Sometimes you get more of an effect the less effort you put into it.
Who cares if they remember the name of your band.
It was a time and place, I wish you could have seen it.
Kerouac died in St. Petersburg, but there's still poetry alive in Denver.  

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

July 1st - 11:48AM, Maryland Heights, MO @Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre


Heather and Emily have named the above look "P.S. - Vagina".
We know about the breasts, but look below, don't forget... 
P.S. -Vagina. 
Is that mean?