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I'm obsessed with The Secret Machines.

1. The Good Evening photo shoot went reasonably well, I think. The photographer, Mike's roommate, is amazing, and took about 400 photos of us; it's just that, well, we're not hipsters. Nevertheless, at least we have something, which means we can FINALLY start sending out packages.

2. I've been thinking about getting a tattoo for a little while. Kath's getting one on Friday, which is a bit too soon for me to get my act together - I know what I want, but I'm not totally certain of the design. Which is maybe a good thing, because there's nothing worse than a bad tattoo.

3. Well, maybe losing to the Devil Rays is worse than a bad tattoo; it's hard to say. They're both ugly and depressing.

4. My old iPod won't work with the new computer; I didn't take the firewire port off of the old PC, but I had gotten it to work with USB on other computers, so I didn't think it'd be that big a deal. Unfortunatley, it is. I had been planning on trading it in towards a new one at some point anyway... I just didn't think I'd have to do it so soon.

5. If you've been reading this journal for a while, you've probably noticed that it's been somewhat superficial lately - not a lot of soul-searching, or whining (well, there's always whining, but I mean deep whining), or any of that stuff. I'm aware of it too, mostly because I started this journal a million years ago to be a real journal that happened to be online, not just a collection of links and random real-life trivia. Anyway, I bring this up because I'm restarting therapy on Friday, again, which I'm looking forward to, although I anticipate it's going to be a bit more hardcore. I think I've been repressing, lately, and I've been caught in a wierd cycle of "not being so hard on myself" / "not being hard enough". What this means for you - this journal might get wierd in the next couple weeks/months, so, you know, look out.

My doctor's appointment yesterday didn't necessarily answer anything, beyond taking a blood test (to test for gluten/ciliac allergies) and scheduling a barium xray next week. What it mostly did was stress the importance of dealing with my anxieties, as that's really the source of the stomach/IBS problems. So, that's what I'm doing.
Score One For the Fat Kid played with Secret Machines back in 2002... just BEFORE it would have meant a well-attended show.

Also, this guy lives in Allston, and this tattoo is real, and you will not fucking believe it:
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Score One For the Fat Kid played with Secret Machines back in 2002... just BEFORE it would have meant a well-attended show.

Also, this guy lives in Allston, and this tattoo is real, and you will not fucking believe it:
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I had been planning on trading it in towards a new one at some point anyway... I just didn't think I'd have to do it so soon.

I hate when that happens. Enjoy the new iPod ;)
I'm obsessed with The Secret Machines.

*sigh*
I'd be saying the same if I hadn't seen them live. Remember how I went on and on about them, then I saw their show and that was IT. I've only popped the CD in since then to irritate myself with the difference between what they are on record and what they are live. If you haven't seen them live yet, don't. Keep the illusion alive.
Really?!!! Wow. That somehow seems hard to imagine, which is why I suppose you're so disappointed now. They were opening up for Blonde Redhead a few months ago, and oh how I dreamed that Good Evening could get the opening-opening slot for that tour... What happened? I must've missed that entry.
Man, I left after five songs because I couldn't sit through any more. I rarely go see bands with drummers who aren't as good as I am, but I'd say that I am actually better than the drummer from The Secret Machines. Each drum fill (simple as they were) resulted in a dropped beat, which caused the bass player and obvious brains of the outfit to glare at the drummer or shake his head. His tempo also changed noticeably every 2nd measure, making it hard for them to stay tight. Furthermore, the drummer wasn't tight with himself. He seemed on the edge of just losing the pattern of his drumbeat altogether.

On the record, I loved the guitarist but live I was annoyed by his seemingly aimless use of effects pedals. It recreated what he did on the album to some degree, but live I picked up on something very deliberate about him having to use as many pedals as possible.

But mostly it was the drummer. Either he didn't actually play on the record, or he used a click and took forever to get a good take (because drummers like that can't just decide to work with a click track and have it work) or they did some serious fixing of his parts in ProTools.

So before they could ruin any more of my favorite songs, I left. A couple days later an LJ friend in San Diego said the exact same thing when she caught them live.
That's terrible! Jesus. Thanks for the warning; I'll stick to the album(s).
Yeah I expected them to be as tight as or tighter than the record - even a perfect recreation of the record live would have been astounding. But no. They're a studio creation. I'm fine with keeping them that way.
Hey, weird is good. I know my journal was a lot more interesting, at least to me, back when I had girl problems and was getting drunk every weekend.