Tuesday, August 22, 2017
...with potential merchandising!
+ mugs, bumper stickers, decals, tattoos...the possibilities are endless. We should probably sell out right now and bypass the "starving, working-band phase". Could be a whole marketing empire even before the band exists, huh. Time is ripe to adopt a Post-Post-Modern attitude.
Posted by baku at 8:08 PM
Monday, August 21, 2017
It's time for a logo and a business card - when you start exposing yourself, you need a card to hand out to give people something to try and figure out. Haven't come up with a logo, yet (this branding thing is pretty serious, these days).
Dreamers can make stuff up.
Dreamers may have difficulty getting things through to reality.
Dreamers take their time.
It's possible to be out of sync with schedules, responsibilities, and other people if you are a dreamer.
There are different sorts of dreamers: benign, benevolent, obsessive, calm, big picture, slow burning, etc.
But to be a dreamer, you need to forget about things a little bit, take a step or two back from all the details of existence, for better or for worse, or both. If the devil is in the details, then god must be in the big picture (if you look at it that way).
If you want to be a dreamer, you need to practice staring at waves and clouds, or listening to the wind, or watching ants, or even just taking naps.
Some dreamers have their head in the clouds. Some, their feet. Dreamers have been accused of having their heads in other places as well, but that's the opinion of those who have forgotten that we are all dreamers in the end.
There's no excuse for dreaming. None needed, because, try life without dreaming...you will go crazy.
Depending on how you look at it, this is all a dream, anyway.
Actually, I don't know who Thomas is. Probably a friend.
Posted by baku at 11:47 PM
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
So today turned into an afternoon of "What'll we wear at our upcoming gig?".
Started out simply: "Casual Whatever Dude", "I'm just here to jam and be happy, people. Endless blues jam? No worries. Pass the microbrew."
So there! Some folks may think there are better things to do with one's time, but I say, whatever gets you to Nap Time works just fine when you're having an existential moment.
Posted by baku at 3:56 PM
Saturday, August 12, 2017
This looks like it was "Fearless" (Pink Floyd).
A fun evening at Saito-san's convivial Headhouse, open mic hosted by Rob Buscher, who also played blues guitar and sang, and whose sister stole the show with just her voice and an acoustic guitar. Photo courtesy of Sharon, Patrick's missus. Patrick, our fellow Mischiever, played an energetic set of Los Lobos and the Dead. I would've stuck around for the post-open mic jam, but it was Pumpkin Hour, and good, general policy to leave early rather than stay too long.
First time playing after a few weeks of traveling, stomach trouble, and too much work at work, between the three of us. A little rough around the edges, but it was good to get out and face (and play) the music.
Party tomorrow chez Rahul with more playing, and it looks like we may have landed ourselves an October gig in Chinatown...on an actual stage.
Now we're in for it. Rock'n'rolllllllllllllll!
Posted by baku at 1:37 AM
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Old barber entrance.
Posted by baku at 11:23 PM
Odd arrangement (mic faced the bar), but it was good to play in front of the bar patrons (any chance he gets).
Posted by baku at 11:13 PM
Boys will be...dicks. Sometimes. Ah, testosterone.
Posted by baku at 11:05 PM