spiral cement trucks are a rare delight. oh, yes, all cement trucks are charming and inexplicably appealing...but why have a cement truck and not paint a black spiral on it? i mean, what's the point, really? the magic is in the spiral.
apollo-era tape machines that were among the bank of machines that recorded men walking around on the moon. i bought them at the NASA auction today. i will now attempt to use them to record people singing (or playing instruments) in my studio.
but first, i must figure out how to get them up the stairs. they apparently each weigh close to 1000 lbs.
last night, despite the fact that i knew in advance this time that deerhoof was playing at the black cat, i still had to be talked into going. it was cold, i had my own music to work on, and the police were reuniting at the grammys. of course, the person who talked me into was in austin, so he didn't really have to walk the walk. but anyway...
i compromised and watched the police then walked over to the venue, where i stood in line for 45 minutes in subzero temperatures (celcius - makes for a better story - go metric!) and then bought a tofu burger to pass the time before the first band went on an hour and a half later. i wish i could say it took me an hour and a half to eat the tofu burger, but it didn't. i sat in the back in the wuss section at a table instead of staking my place near the stage, ostensibly because i forgot my earplugs, but mostly because i truly am a wuss and didn't want to stand for 4 hours. i'll leave that to the kids.
it was tough, but i managed.
anyway, deerhoof were, of course, awesome. but the best part was the maiden voyage of the electric rainbow machine. i hope they do more interesting things with it in the future.
