I'm trying to stay level headed..

Steely Dan are like aural opium to me, so I'm in no way a lo-fi fetishist. But this Tall Dwarfs song makes me feel the same sense of spooky familiarity and unsettling oddness that I haven't really had since hearing See Emily Play by Pink Floyd as a kid and for years remembering it as some fleeting, half-remembered dream. I can't help but feel as if the effect would be lessened if the guitars were in tune and all the fuzz was removed - I mean, this seems obvious. But I mean in a purely aesthetic way, regardless of all the connotations of having been crafted with the care of a layman's matchstick boat. There's memories in that fuzz.



I'm trying to write a song that'll act as a diary for our visit - so we can keep adding verses as we go along and.. voila! - 20 minute epic. The first verse is proving difficult though - unless I embellish it's all going to be worry, worry, worry, email, worry, email, twee video, worry. But embellishments are my bread. No fear.

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..left this message on the Olive Juice forums:

"..2) In four weeks, we will attempt to
a) Form a band
b) Play live
c) Make a record.."

And got this response:

"My guess (and this is not a joke) is that you will be able to accomplish a, b and c probably in one week, so that you can devote the other 3 weeks to the other ridiculously impossible demands."

Wow. Awesome. I was talking to some musician friends on Halloween, who have been to NYC, and they shared the same sentiment. It looks like my grand expectations of momumental but spectacular failure might be unwarranted. Jinxed?

Oliver