The idea behind this post is to create a space where I can share recordings I take here and there. I'm going to try to not post crap. I figure if I would listen to it on my iPod, then someone else might too.
These recordings will be either from a show, Dave's studio, Quinn's open mic (which is on Sundays with Amanda Rheaume), a campfire or the crawlspace. Yes, the crawlspace has been known to become a performance space every now and again.
Admit-tingly, these are not professional recordings, they are mono and they were done with my internet phone; there's still charm none the less.
All files have been formatted to work with iTunes (as in the "Get Info" stuff is there) and will be stored in:
/Compilations/the live crawlspace recordings (I hope it works)
To start things off here's a sample of Red Heart from the Hey Rosetta! concert last night at Capital. To download a copy go to here:
Red Heart - Hey Rosetta!
Party on Wayne.
I think the best thing I have ever done for myself was buy a house. I waited a very long time for this place, but it was worth it. I have so much fun fixing it up, having people over and simply doing nothing.
Take last night for example. I have been busting my ass on these floors since Friday, running on pizza, soda pops and little to no sleep. My body aches so much right now. All my joints are swollen, I couldn't get my ring off even if I wanted to. I think I am finally feeling the effects of getting old. Normally I am invincible and I can work work work forever and not feel the aftermath. Guess things are changing. But this floor project is big, I took on more than I could physically handle. Irregardless, which is not a word, I am getting the work done and the fruits of my labour are not only sweet, they are delicious.
Fast forward to 9:30 last night. I just finished all the touch-ups where the old varnish wasn't completely sanded off so there were yellow patches on my dark brown floor. Once sanded down to bare wood, I would wet it so the pores were open and then apply stain and then buff it out.
So the stain job was done, I'm a mess and people are at the door, awesome. I mean I got the full on French Canadian rat stache, haven't showered in 3 days, slippers, work pants and my "I Hate Peyton Manning" shirt on.
Class.
So we open a few beers and start shooting the shit standing in the kitchen that is currently filled with parts of the bedrooms, the living room and where all the plants were moved to, listening to some tunes coming from the other pile of crap in the dining room. All of a sudden the music stops and Dave goes into the rubble to fix it. Here is a snippit of what was to come.
That was created with sound bites that were recorded in the dining room at a time when only Dave's recording studio was in there. We just said some random words and then he did his thing with them; magic.
I think one of my favorite things to do is drive around in a car with Dave Ledoux. He rocks out with all the hot moves; the power snap, the finger waggle, the no-no-no's followed swiftly by the ya-ya-ya's. Seriously, did you see that? He's rocking the fuck out and loving every minute of it.
Dave Ledoux, I love that guy (that's what she said). Life certainly isn't boring these days.
Since I had 3+ hours of waiting until the next coat of varnish on the floors, we went to Quinn's. It's Sunday night, what else is there to do?
I am beyond exhausted so after a pint of 50 deluxe, I was fighting the power naps. Everyone had a blast rocking out on open mic. It's always a good show when the Dave and Scrogg duo do their thang. There was a point where I knew everyone in the bar and it was like we were just chilling out. I turned and looked at John and said "this feels a lot like my place."
Really, the only thing that changed was the room we were in.
Janok Estates is the epicenter of awesomeness. Life is good, which is awesome.
