Hello dear readers!
It’s been 60 degrees the past few days, and it’s starting to feel like fall here in the Kalamazizzle. My favorite season! Halloween, crunchy leaves, fire place a-roarin’, and perfect weather for soup! Not that I need such an excuse for soup. I’ve never understood the concept of seasonal dishes- to me, ice cream is just as appropriate in winter, and soup is just as delicious in the suffocating heat of summer.
I’m a raging soup fiend, you see. I could live on a good chicken noodle. In fact I once tried to order seconds of the chicken noodle soup for dessert (instead of the chocolate brownie bomb melty things everyone else was getting) in this really kickass restaurant in Pennsylvania, only to be thwarted by the fact that they were OUT! I still look back on that day in sadness.
I am aware that other people don’t quite share my love for soup, so I take every chance to sneak it in whenever the opportunity presents itself. “Hey look! It’s cold! Let’s have soup!”
The soup du jour for this entry? Roasted Butternut Squash, a house favorite.
Creamy Butternut Squash Soup!
Read the rest of this entry »
My band’s website is live!
And perhaps most importantly, we’re taking preorders for our first shirt design.
Just like it says, $10 if you order now. $12 when we get them in stock.
And I’m offering $20 off any custom order at SmarmyClothes.com if you use this shirt!
Hey, not so fast!
I’ve got to build up the suspense first.
I thought the other day about how it would be pretty fun to make a video of me writing down all the names, putting them in a hat, drawing out the winners…. Unfortunately, I don’t have a video camera, though it’s on the long list of things I “desperately” need (right in front of the industrial ice cream maker).
So even though it’s not nearly as cool or high-tech, I did take some quick snap shots of the process, which still could be fun. (At the very least, it will add more suspense! Woo!)
The ominous pile of names... WHO will be chosen? WHAT fate lies ahead?
The HAT OF DOOOOOM! Chosen for maximum silliness.
In addition to working on ye olde SmarmyClothes.com today (I still don’t have the custom order section finished, and the new site’s been up for 4 months now! For shame!), I laid down some more bass tracks for Jesus and the Fuckin’ Miracles. And yes, I have been waiting pretty much my entire life to say “laid down some tracks”. And yes, I feel pretty awesome having been able to finally do so.
All that’s left is vocals, and Tim has been knocking those out like Mike Tyson (please ignore my super dated reference), so look out for more smeeeeooooth music in the next few days.
Playing bass isn’t hard, at least not if you’re a total (nerd) rockstar like me that (took 14 years of violin lessons) just rocks naturally. Guitar and bass are both way easier than violin because there’s no bowing, you get Cheater McPeter frets, and you can limp wrist it as much as you want. In fact, I’ve probably completely ruined my left hand for the violin… I always had issues with my weeny left wrist, and bass and guitar really reinforce the bad habits my teacher spent about 7 years trying to correct. Oops.
But I’m not here to talk about wussy things like playing the violin… I’m here to talk about fucking kickass things like rocking out, goddamnit!!! Recording bass is a whole different banana (I think I just made that up, but let’s roll with it). It’s so hard to keep the momentum going when you’re playing with a recording. I just try to remember to play like I have a big dick, and that’s been working out fairly well so far.
Except when I kept screwing up this little bass solo-y part… and if you’re the bass player you can’t fuck up the solo-y bit! I got super frustrated and almost had a full-on kicking and screaming hissyfit like I used to when I’d mess up praciting violin. (Dammit, there’s that subject again! Perhaps I’m just not cut out for rock n roll….) The only thing that actually kept me from throwing myself on the floor and declaring that I HATE THE BASS GUITAR!!! was that I’m scarred for life since my cat Bagheera (RIP) jumped on my ass and clawed the hell out of me during one such fit. She was a big fan of the violin and did not tolerate such negativity.
All this music talk has had me thinking… if we didn’t already have the greatest band name in the history of Rock n Roll, what would I name our band?
Here’s a list of possible options:
Blank and the Blankity Blanks (possibly too clever for it’s own good) Jerks Idiots Morons Trixie and the Butt Freckles Reginald VelJohnson’s Johnson Pootie and the Bible Thumper Pumpersquirts
My keyboard batteries just died, which I think is a sign that it’s had quite enough of me today.
Love and other indoor sports,
-Lex
Free Shipping for the month of August!
use coupon code: BACK2SKOOL during checkout
Applies to ALL orders, Worldwide. Custom orders included!!
New one-of-a-kind wrist cuffs, skirts, tops, and dresses, featuring some awesome Nautical themed stuff!
More pics this-a-way!
