carol brown makes me smile

So last night I found myself at the Flight of the Conchords show at the Rimac in San Diego. First off, I don't even remember the last time I saw a show in a gym. Odd. And those Rimac parking signs drove me up the wall and are less than intuitive. Gah.

Anyhow, humor and comedy stylings aside, I was impressed. The harmonies, use of an omnichord and the New Zealand Orchestra (comprised of a single cello player due to "cutbacks") was all done tastefully and implemented seamlessly. Kudos to those dudes. Though the personal highlight for me was that Carol Brown song from Season 2. That riff makes me smile and that "awwwww" vocal hook (minus the female choir of course) is such a head swayer. Oh, and of course the Paul Simon reference. Lee just reminded me the other day that we caught a bit of their live set at last year's Sasquatch Festival in Washington... I don't recall, but then again I think I was in awe of the Gorge and mexican food in catering.

-i

no smoking ban = rise in pukiness

Boy does it smell like puke at this place. I'm in a club in Middlesbrough at the moment sitting in darkness. I'm oddly fond of that stale cigarette, alcohol-ly smell that permeate throughout most bars and clubs. Now although this no smoking indoor ban is mostly a good thing, man o' man, does the level of human regurgitation smell skyrocket!

How I miss the ol' days.

-i

blog resurrection

Between cities,books, van conversations and laptop battery life, there's still ample time to stare out the window listening to music and dwell on the most random and remote of thoughts. It was during one of these somewhat recent mind wanderings that I remembered: I have some old crappy blog from several years ago. From before this was a full time recording & touring band. When the Little ones band was in its infancy and maybe even early conception.

And here I am now... eons later. I guess resurrecting it or at least posting something new for fun. Maybe I get some kind of sick kick out of reading the old posts and feeling that sense of embarrassment wrapped in nostalgia. Hmmmmmm. The reality is is that there are these daily life occurrences and random thoughts that I want to share with my friends but do not necessarily fit within the little feet blog universe. Now more often that not these experiences will occur within the backdrop of the Little Ones' setting. There's not really any way around that, most of the time, and so therefore this blog is reborn and will maybe have a more intimate account of my ongoings. I suppose i could of renamed this thing, deleted, moved on. I guess the fact that I remembered it and the password was something... enough, not to throw away. or perhaps it's just my packrat nature. The digital world being no exception.

-i

WOW

I suck at this. What's it been? Over a month? Finally went to that place Zip Fusion Sushi in J-town after circling the Alameda/2nd st. intersection after realizing, or moreso calling, and finding that it was on 3rd. Other than the horrible service, due to them being understaffed, the food was amazing! Back patios + me = smoking which in turn = happy Ian. How about the algebra!

friday!

And another 4-day work week is about to come to pass. Well, 6 hours from now that is. But the feel of Friday is in the air. The lack of work motivation, the incessant IMs from people asking what's goin on, and the burning desire to drink until my face falls off. Although, a nap would do wonders at this point.

I spilled quesadilla grease all over my new jeans last night too. Quite depressing.

the escape plan

will someone please please please drive down to san diego and pick my ass up. i enjoy going home for the holidays but 3 days is probably my threshold. enough is enough. the novelty of dwelling around east san diego county dive bars has run its course. give me the smog of la. the endless white noise of traffic, sirens, and ghetto birds flying about. it's become abundantl clear that the most uncomfortable silences are those which surround the suburbs. even now i've shacked up in a local starbucks only to use the fast internet connection and to smoke cigarettes in peace. alas, the last of the fellow visiting friends are leaving tomorrow. hello train tickets.

the city flees

I feel like I'm in a city that's being evacuated and I'm staying behind to "fix" something or to carry out some final task. Either way, I'm trapped at work which means I'm trapped in Los Angeles. I'm fine being in Los Angeles, I'm not fine not being on any type of vacation. I can see the light, I can see Thursday night, I can see the train ride home, I can see all the beers that I sneak onto said train. flee the city, or the city will flee you.