Mar 21, 2008


From this article:
Astronomers have detected the deepest note ever generated in the cosmos, a B-flat flying through space like a ripple on an invisible pond. No human will actually hear the note, because it is 57 octaves below the keys in the middle of a piano.

Mar 16, 2008

House party and Dolores Park, 3/16/08

1. Diggin' a Grave
2. We're Going to be Friends
3. Idea
4. A Cautionary Song
5. South Australia
6. Postcards From Italy
7. Portland Bridges
8. Born on a Train
9. Don't Die in Me (2nd show)
10. Frankenstein
11. Marcher
12. Laika
13. Siki, Siki Baba

Musicians: Lisa, Ciana, Russ, Vijay, Molly, Devin, Steven.

Mar 12, 2008

Mar 9, 2008

Band Practice/Party, 3/9/08

Location: Ciana's place. Musicians: Ciana, Russ, Steven.
  • Frankenstein: Discussed the new arrangement.
  • Portland Bridges: Wrote some harmonies and a new part for the accordion.
  • Idea: Russ to play banjo in the beginning. A saw or whistling for the kettle. Bells or zils on selected lyrics. Trumpet to solo during the instrumental, accompanied by trilling mandolin. Trumpet to double accordion part during the verses.
  • Night Life: Worked on the placement of the accordion melody, cut the length of the choruses.
  • Dead Parents: Added the clapping part during the verse. Part of the verse now a recurring motif. The bridge is now the beginning of the chorus.
  • Played Maggie May and most of the songs we're doing next week.

Mar 8, 2008

Maggie May

Hey Fellows and Fellas,

We were messing with some old school Rod Stewart (for the mandolin's sake, of course, per Steven's advice), and "Maggie May" sounds awesome.

Here are the tabs (the "revised" version). Give it a go - it's fantastic!! 


Mar 4, 2008

Melodies & Feist

This is from a recent interview with Feist:
Feist grew up in Calgary and spent her teen-age years as the lead howler for a hardcore punk band.

One memory that sticks in her mind about those voice-grinding days is what a sound man for her band told her one day:

"He said, 'What you're doing is great — I mix it every night so I know — but a song is something you can sing in the shower when there's nothing else there, and you should think about that.'

"I was 17, going 'Whatever!'" she recalled. "But it's true. As the years pass, I think about that."
Maybe she was thinking about that during the first part of her "Mushaboom" video:

Mar 3, 2008

Nuestro Primero Cartel

Because I feel like speaking Spanish today.

This is our first band poster.

Not bad eh?

For the next one, I'm thinking maybe pirate ship. Or, should I say pyrate...

Mar 2, 2008

Band Practice/Party, 3/2/08

Location: Mosswood Park. Musicians: Ciana, Russ, Steven, Lisa, Molly, Vijay, Noah, Mike. Weather: Clear. Songs played: Idea, The Night Life, Frankenstein, Postcards From Italy, A Cautionary Song, Diggin' A Grave, Hallelujah, Laika (slow version), Tennessee Waltz, Heartbeats, Dead Parents (making its debut), Sylvia, Blues Jam in E. Tried some new covers: Across the Universe, Lovely Rita, There is a Light that Never Goes Out, Panic, Bigmouth Strikes Again.
  • Lisa made our first poster.
  • Decided to have a show next Sunday at Dolores Park, San Francisco. Should try to burn some CDs.
  • We decided not to change Warlock lyrics. Instead, we will write an all-new, bloody pirate song.
  • Tried to write a song about English breakfast tea.
  • Discussed our techno/electronic side project. Vijay to be prerecorded with face appearing on video.
  • Slash Party


Drawn together young embraces
Sat like loveless seeds who perish
You remember, May, when we were young
Found us in the cool November sun

I sensed something looming towards me
Vaguely, just beyond my arm’s reach
Oh, won’t you watch with me?
Oh, won’t you watch with me?
I drift like a ghost through a fate that I keep holding on

Long nights we stayed up in sentry
Gazing, playing, side by side we
Saw the joy that passion could have brought
Lost the joy that passion would have sought
May, now I feel you, my tears fall in vain on your tomb


(Just to make it easier to look up the lyrics.)

A wintry day of dismal rain,
Falala, it falls against
The window panes, the withered stains,
Tralala, the spark of feeling anew!

I have been waiting all this time to make you mine,
I have been waiting all this time.

So young and fine, sublime, divine
Are the words I’d use to tell
About my pride, synthetic bride--
Weialala, a portrait of my mind!

I have been waiting all this time to make your face come alive,
I have been waiting all this time as time goes by.

Everyday I live to bring me closer to you,
And through the window nature looks so heavenly,
But nothing compares to the beauty of my dream.

I have been waiting (all this time)
I have been waiting (all this time)
I have been waiting all this time. (I have been waiting.)
I have been waiting (all this time)
I have been waiting (all this time),
I have been waiting all this time to make you mine.