Simplicity

I was given a free turntable at work. After testing it, I noticed the platter didn’t spin and assumed the belt was too stretched to be functional. I remove the platter to find the belt in fine shape. I open the bottom and notice a mess of mechanical gears and levers to enable its automatic features.  I short the leaf switch that turns the motor on and off and notice the motor functions properly.

My solution: I cut the wires connecting the motor to the leaf switch, drill a hole in the body, and wire a toggle switch. It now has two settings: power and speed. And with those two settings, it should continue to function for the indefinite future. Fuck overly complicated design.

On repeat in my car for weeks now. So damned good.

This turned into a big ol’ flame war. Internet arguing is so pointless. The idiot comment just made me bite.

This turned into a big ol’ flame war. Internet arguing is so pointless. The idiot comment just made me bite.

Three shitty, dusty, smudgy contact scans from the best six days in a long while.

I’m afraid of the way that I live my life
I’m afraid of the way I don’t
I’m afraid of the things I wanna do but I won’t

I’m afraid of God
I’m afraid to believe
And I’m afraid of all the loved ones that I’ve made leave
I’m afraid that my dog doesn’t love me anymore

I’m afraid of the social laziness that let Kitty Genovese die
And I’m afraid of the mob mentality that makes otherwise normal people go blind
I’m afraid of the way the world works
And I’m afraid of the words in my notebooks
I’m afraid that you all know that I am a pervert

But the bid red bird that lives under the city
Doesn’t give a damn about me
And it dies every night
By burning alive

I’m afraid of my Grandfather’s cancer
And I’m afraid of my Mom’s dying arm
I’m afraid that I’ve somehow caused my family harm
I’m afraid that the ones I love won’t have enough
I’m afraid that the ones I love won’t have enough

It’s harder to be yourself
Than it is to be anybody else
I wish I were a little less of a coward
But the big red bird that lives under the city
Doesn’t give a damn about me
And it dies every night
So I bought a knife
I am a knife

Merry Xmas friends!

An orchestral piece - Arvo Pärt’s ‘Fratres’ - played entirely by carefully tuned feedback. There is no input going into the mixer in use, just a feedback loop of the mixer’s output back into the mixer’s input. Crazy and beautiful.

More details at Create Digital Music.

If I was to pinpoint one individual who most influenced my views on music and its accompanying culture in my early teen years, that person would be Ian MacKaye. And this clip is pretty fantastic.

Friends - I’m playing three shows this weekend. Crazy and busy and awesome.

Friday Tod.d is playing the Atom’s Rite record release at Otis and James. I’ll be fronting some spazzy hardcore at my former employer in celebration of my brother’s record. Two new songs to play as well. Yeah!

Saturday Broken Badges is playing at Pangea House. A ton of awesome bands are on the bill including a bunch of friends from Minneapolis and The Redettes (Sycamore Smith’s new band; that note is for you Danae). The show is in celebration of my friend Billy’s graduation from MSU. Awesome! I also guarantee there will be a minimum of awkward technical fumblings for anyone who saw Broken Badges’ last set.

Sunday Tod.d and Broken Badges are playing a brunch basement show at Laughterhouse Five. Hit me up if you’d like the address. I’m cooking eggs and bacon in the basement between sets.

So busy, but so fun. I’d love to see you folks and hang out!

I’m playing a show tomorrow with a brand-new-but-really-two-year-old-but-now-we-have-actual-songs band. I’d love it if you could make it!

I’m playing a show tomorrow with a brand-new-but-really-two-year-old-but-now-we-have-actual-songs band. I’d love it if you could make it!