So, in an interview for a GAYYYY magazine, I was asked 'who is your favorite drummer?'. . .
I said Sara Lund from UNWOUND.
ummmmm, she's the one that got me to wanna drum. i never heard drums so clean, punchy and dynamic before i heard her.
i had to play the drums after listening to Fake Train a billion times.
since then, i've experienced other drummers way more talented, but still not as inspiring.
my question is. . .
does the moment of inspiration beat all other moments on your artistic voyage? can something that only brings you to a higher level of understanding the medium amount to or destroy the moment that you realized you wanted to create (emulate) that art?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
D.I.Ydoes it smell in here?
Me and the Mrs. went to a party in Oakland tonight.
I'M OLD. . . SPRORTIN' PEDIACTRICS BETTER THAN ALL THE GERIATICS. . .
Needless to say, it was not cozy, it was sharp and painfull.
don't go there.
love,
mat
I'M OLD. . . SPRORTIN' PEDIACTRICS BETTER THAN ALL THE GERIATICS. . .
Needless to say, it was not cozy, it was sharp and painfull.
don't go there.
love,
mat
Saturday, December 1, 2007
GONE PT 2
YEAH, so, I'm moving to Louisville soon. . .
I pretty much knew that it was the right place upon entering the city limits. There was a flash of understanding, like, "oh, shit here it is, my future home." The sentiment was intuitive, yet it became something more substantial as the visit went on. We got to Cesar's house in the old part of town (the house I'm moving into), and it was perfect. There's a nice porch, a huge basement and a beautiful backyard. What more could you want coming from the claustraphobic clutches of SF? . . .SPACE!
First thing I did was get on the bike and ride to the store for some beer. I miss that from OLY, riding through the empty streets and alleys looking at all the trees and kids playing, it's calming and safe.
When I got back to the house, I sat on the porch, listened to records, drank my beer and waited for Fierce Perm to show up. THe streets are lined with trees and old sidewalks, it's a neighborhood, for reals. Jason Noble walked by with his dog, the hicks across the street were wrestling and I was content sitting there watching it all go by. When Fierce Perm showed up, it was like the kids came home for Christmas. Everyone was hugging and yelling and laughing and fighting, a classic vision of a band on tour.
After settling and eating some BBQ, we all went to the venue that we were going to destroy that night. The beer was like 1.50 and everyone was so nice. Needless to say, the show was amazing. We played a good set and everyone responded politely, but Fierce Perm really fucked shit up. Nadia sang standing on the table the whole time showin' her cooch and basically winning the hearts of all in the room. Everyone wanted more, but everyone was drunk, so it became a free for all cover band with anyone who wanted to play getting on their respective instruments and bouncing around.
The next day we just hung out around town, shopping at thrift stores, eating really good food and checking the locals out. Cesar and I drove over to the Ohio river and walked on these cool fossil beds where you could actually see tons of fossilized plant life everywhere, it was fun coz we were stoned. . . like, whoa! After the fossils, I made Cesar drive me to the skatepark and it was AMAZING! Seriously, Louisville has one of the toughest, most brilliant parks in the country and I can't wait to skate there all the time.
That night we played another amazing show at a house downtown and the kids went crazy for Fierce Perm. Unfortunately, I was sick, so my level of enjoyment was arrested by my levels of feeling super shitty. The pictures are gross looking. . .
The next day, Fierce Perm took off and Cesar and I drove around town, ate some soul food (shrimp n' grits is my new fave) and then we just chilled for the night.
The next day we were on the road back to NY. We stopped in Pittsburgh and stayed at a Caribbean themed Gay Bed and Breakfast. . . It was hilarious.
more sooon
I pretty much knew that it was the right place upon entering the city limits. There was a flash of understanding, like, "oh, shit here it is, my future home." The sentiment was intuitive, yet it became something more substantial as the visit went on. We got to Cesar's house in the old part of town (the house I'm moving into), and it was perfect. There's a nice porch, a huge basement and a beautiful backyard. What more could you want coming from the claustraphobic clutches of SF? . . .SPACE!
First thing I did was get on the bike and ride to the store for some beer. I miss that from OLY, riding through the empty streets and alleys looking at all the trees and kids playing, it's calming and safe.
When I got back to the house, I sat on the porch, listened to records, drank my beer and waited for Fierce Perm to show up. THe streets are lined with trees and old sidewalks, it's a neighborhood, for reals. Jason Noble walked by with his dog, the hicks across the street were wrestling and I was content sitting there watching it all go by. When Fierce Perm showed up, it was like the kids came home for Christmas. Everyone was hugging and yelling and laughing and fighting, a classic vision of a band on tour.
After settling and eating some BBQ, we all went to the venue that we were going to destroy that night. The beer was like 1.50 and everyone was so nice. Needless to say, the show was amazing. We played a good set and everyone responded politely, but Fierce Perm really fucked shit up. Nadia sang standing on the table the whole time showin' her cooch and basically winning the hearts of all in the room. Everyone wanted more, but everyone was drunk, so it became a free for all cover band with anyone who wanted to play getting on their respective instruments and bouncing around.
The next day we just hung out around town, shopping at thrift stores, eating really good food and checking the locals out. Cesar and I drove over to the Ohio river and walked on these cool fossil beds where you could actually see tons of fossilized plant life everywhere, it was fun coz we were stoned. . . like, whoa! After the fossils, I made Cesar drive me to the skatepark and it was AMAZING! Seriously, Louisville has one of the toughest, most brilliant parks in the country and I can't wait to skate there all the time.
That night we played another amazing show at a house downtown and the kids went crazy for Fierce Perm. Unfortunately, I was sick, so my level of enjoyment was arrested by my levels of feeling super shitty. The pictures are gross looking. . .
The next day, Fierce Perm took off and Cesar and I drove around town, ate some soul food (shrimp n' grits is my new fave) and then we just chilled for the night.
The next day we were on the road back to NY. We stopped in Pittsburgh and stayed at a Caribbean themed Gay Bed and Breakfast. . . It was hilarious.
more sooon
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