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I took the easy way out for my own flyer: a scan from a children's book, text, colored paper. Done in five minutes.
This will be the debut of me as a lead drummer/lead vocalist. It's going to be weird.
Kelli Shay admiring the backdrop she made for the show at our house.
I know that octopi are indie rock flyer cliche, but someone recently told me that if you have an octopus in one tank and fish in the other, the octopus will cross the room to the other tank to eat the fish. I thought that would make a good flyer.
You can do it yourself...
Or watch the professionals do it...
Two things I don't understand about this video:
(1) The dude's car catches on fire, YET HE CONTINUES TO DRIVE IT
(2) The crowd boos him.. for what? for getting out of the burning car?
Don't worry though, a quick spray of the fire extinguisher and he was back in the demolition derby.
The Unicorn Horns will be playing with me in September! This is a seperate musical project from the one where I'm playing drums.
Single-occupancy, single-sex bathrooms suck.
Instant Haiku Records, the fake record company of The Rachel Nevadas, is now officially closed. At one point it was an attempt at forming a multi-city pop scene along the East Coast, but by the time the band broke up, it was only good for getting hilariouly bad (and a few good) demos mailed to my apartment. Those have long since stopped coming, so there's no point in having the site up anymore.
I went to Seth Moore's house today and helped him with his recordings for eight hours.
I keep seeing halves of faces in the shower curtain.
I made it into another one of Michael Lease's photo projects. This is his picture of me from the July 27 update of Sametime, where he and his friend Brad each take a picture at 7:15 every day for a year. I wanted to put a picture of Michael up here since this blog is supposed to be for my pictures, but I don't have any photos of him.
New band playing August 30: me on drums and vocals, Matt Sullivan on guitar. No name yet.
Today was the day of the Tomato Art Festival in East Nashville. Since this is also the time of year of the Watermelon Festival in Richmond, I can't help but compare the two in my mind. That comparison always reminds me of the Lemon Tree episode of the Simpsons when the kids in Shelbyville have to drink turnip juice because Springfield has the lemon tree to make lemonade.
I've been a hater lately about Nashville's food, so here is something nice. It's great living in a town that has big name acts like Daniel Johnston come through. Elvis Costello and Devendra Banhart will also be here soon.
I walked up to The Veggie Cafe for lunch. It is right around the corner from my house, which is great, but for right now it is just a trailer in a dirt parking lot. They are working on opening a real restaurant in a few months. They are all-vegetarian, but I was not really impressed. The menu consisted mainly of wraps made of salads and beans, and unimaginative tofu dishes. There was nothing that would compare to Harrison Street's tempeh artichoke sub, Skylight Exchange's veggie ruben, Veganopolis's vegan BLT, or the Red Rose's home-made black bean burgers. In fact, this place commited vegetarian restaurant sin: they had Boca burgers. Seriously... I can buy those in the grocery store for a dollar a piece.
But they are now one of only two non-Indian all-vegetarian places in Nashville (and the other one is closed during the summer). So I will support them and hope that when they move into the actual restaurant building they will expand their menu.
One definite plus: the employees were super super rediculously nice. Harrison Street Coffee doesn't have that.
At Lin's house you have to use a pair of pliers to turn on the cold water in the shower.
Do you think it sprays fruit punch into the street?
My dad, step-mother, and half-brother were in town yesterday and today. We did all sorts of touristy things like going to the Hermitage, The Grand Ole Opry, The Country Music Hall of Fame, The Parthenon, and this crazy restaurant called Aquarium that had fish tanks for walls.
P.S. - This is what I will look like in 30 years.

100 Oaks Mall is so creepy. It is outdated and dead but it looks like it was given a fresh coat of paint as a last-ditch rejuvination effort. So it looks great on the inside but almost all the stores are closed and there's nobody shopping. The piped-in music eerily echoes down the empty hallways as if it's playing for the ghosts of the last generation's teenagers.