19th & Mission
Topically it's about beer bongs, slackerdom, mustache appeal, lost friendship vs. True friendship, new love, one night stands, wasted youth, lo-fi poetry, and vanity. It's an immature and light hearted audio diary of my experience living in the MIssion District in San Francisco, California. The Mission is an interesting place that never fails to inspire me. Whether it comes from it's dark and ever present underbelly or it's undeniable social and cultural beauty, it don't matter. I get it either way. I'm right in the center of a great place that agrees with me and I agree with it. Sonically, the album stacks harmonies and melodies with multiple tracks of clumsy bedroom recording technique and years of starty-stopy work. It's Ween sense of humor, Flaming Lips weirdness and kick-ins, Camper Van Beethoven vocals, Beach Boys/Elliot Smith Harmony work, silvery rubbery feel good rocker vibe with a few ballads about girls. Easy. I have a little recording studio in my house and I record whenever I feel like it. Some songs take 10 years to mature and some are done in a couple of afternoons. My strategy is to live a crazy enough life that the inspiration is always turned on. Then I just jot it all down when I'm feeling guitary, singy, pianoy, trombonerific, keyboardtastic, bass-heady, 4-track loopy, turntableistic, etc... After years of this kind of process, one ends up with a shit-load of material to sift through. And LOTS of embarrassing moments for the ears to try and block out. Sometimes I attempt to create interesting meta data while capturing guitar solos, vocal arrangements, or keyboard solos, (general high points in the songs) on tape. For example, sometimes when I eat slushies I also consume pop rocks in a hot tub with 4 pretty girls drinking Grainbelt while enduring an intermittent canine shock collar. -insert git solo here- Now..I'm not sayin' that is exactly what I did but...you get the idea. That kind of meta data. Another bonus of avoiding the professional recording studios. Riffs caught on tape at the right time, place, & mood. No rush. All by myself. All the sounds. A singular vision here due to the fact that I do not work well with others. For better or for worse. This time around I decided to go with professional mixing and then back to the bedroom for the mastering and final touches. So I guess I do work well with others sometimes. It was a good collaboration even though I got in a street fight with the sound engineer. Don't worry, we had beers right afterwards and laughed about it. Neither of us was declared the winner. It was a draw and zero blood was spilled. Thanks Michael Starita and Faultline Studios.