star date 8/3/11, wednesday, noonish.
so here's the deal. i'm kicking it on vacation in monterey, hitting the reset button. fe' sho. came to asilomar to record something to do with Life Arsenal. however, what has actually gone down is a day of sobriety to see and listen to life. look at life. be around my favorite scenery of maybe 4 things. that'd be water, sky, sand including the flotsam and jetsam from the Pacific. so, so, cali of me. and had to get a little 'streetsmart about mine. second time around these parts- parking a couple of blocks off the beaten path. walking in. having something locally brewed at the cannery row brewing company. having been pulled between either having a couple of locally brewed 'cold ones' or going over into something on Cannery Row competing for the tourists by offering a $1.50 crab cocktail and $3.50 budweiser on tap. I dunno. I opted for the $5 house brews done here in the building. yup, as i write this, 'the sultans of swing' kicks in the background at just the right volume, at the bar, sufficient overhead lighting...it's right where i wanna be. considering i needed to prep for today's recording session back at the cabin/hotel room. everything works on hotel time.
so i knew that breakfast was served at 7:30AM. i woke up sometime the earlier part of 5, was stretched and ready to run by about 6:15. I jet after a quick blackberry eneabled e-mail to my local homegirl around the way. it was the best. i felt a little cheated by the satellite watch as location of one of those buggers up above hadn't kicked in until i was darned near 10 minutes into my run- which is like a mile and some...
anywho, i was back at the room by 7:15 after running all the way to cannery row, down and through cannery row, and back up the major hill (Davis St?), which actually didn't seem so major. (i tell you, having 'barracuda' blaring in the background while having the 'Madame Flora's Red Light Special' has got me feeling myself abit.
i hit breakfast up around 8:15....later than i wanted to be after the 'beauty routine' (hahaha!!) straight metro around these parts! bussa busted out the khiel's facial scrub and 'second squadron' shaving cream after a post-run stretch and shower. (realizing all i really had to wear were a few v-tees [white, gray, black,...those needed a shower bath too..you KNOW a brother not even trying to get running gear and t-shirts sent out for 8:30AM cutoff dry cleaning for the day!] Post-that, last night's eye cream was doing it's duty...all tight after a spritz. (did anybody say, 'V A C A T I O N' yet?!) anyways i was just starting to feel this....shaved, showered, shining...it was off to chow.
now Asilomar has it's own type of thingie going. they do this bring your ticket, go get in line, get your entree, and then hop to a spot where all kinds of 'secondaries' hover at a table in the background...like: oatmeal, several styles of mini-muffins, butter, brown sugar, toast, jams & jellies, fresh fruit, water with lemon slices & ice for chill out a clear dispenser, almost-so-you-can-see-how-fresh-it-is. cranberry juice, orange juice...AAAAAHHHHH. plus coffee on the table.
"Would you happen to have soy milk?"
"But of course, sir, let me get that for you."
nice.
see wah'mean?
but actually, on the under, i think Asilomar had me back at 'king-sized-bed.'
i'll spare you the details of reading a mag article on something about a jesus desciple and 'letting-go' from some enlightenment magazine during breaky' setting the tone for a beach walk through tide pools. ill flix & vid footyof much Pacific Ocean back wash organica swishing all that natural stuff. [you get the impression a brother on vacation yet? did i mention the perfect pitch of tunes romping in the background? now we bumpin'
"...thunder only happen when it's raining...."
"players only love you when they playin' ..."
ooh eeee.
this could be good.
i kinda had to bounce from the hotel to give the housekeeping staff a moment to 'turn' my room: fresh towels, make a king size bed (always forever luxurious!!!)
soooo, it was off to the local hardware store for a power strip. b.phlecksi parmella had a few too many electrical oriented accessories for this whole recording project..
despite intentions, i'm not sure.. i'm feeling a few hooks, for a few of the cuts...
but as far as returning tomorrown with full-on acoustic renditions of every thing for Life Arsenal. by departure is a bit silly.
my plan is to actually load up the basic sample set, delete everything, get some original stuff: vocals, licks, maybe lay down an arrangement or two on the Zoom H2, and it'll be a wrap. tonight's dinner: maybe last night's burrito, pt. 2. dang talk about 'THE HULK.' It was twice the price so it's nice that i'll be all humble pie and eat that bad boy later....
speaking of last night...the tone was surely set-off by a walk on the beach with ethereal snapshots of god's work...(inner visions, inner visions... people) sun shiny rays through much cloudage on some sunset -isht...yo...SICK!!
so here I am. Vacation. If you come to Asilomar in Pacific Grove, a teeny-weeny, 6 block away deep-in-a-suburb of Monterey..stay two days. I still HAVE a day. even though i'm kinda in the middle of it, elsewhere. i'll be off to record in a few...
think about it: i arrived for check in at 4:20PM last night (you can't even check IN this camp before 4....and then checkout is at like 9AM. So, you owe it to yourself to get the whole day deal of 2 days...no checkout...on your day in, and something MIGHT just get done back at the room.
right.
i'll hollah back and let you know how it went. and, so oh, there will be a photo-slide show of all my chop chop.
as an aside- you ever peep how some italina serie-a club coaches (i.e. the fella who coaches JUVENTUS rocks a SWEET diamond encrusted bracelet that gives a little flash to his dash when he piches his chin for the camera with just the right amount of concern and worry when it's nil-nil, Roma, Juve.
and we out. (ttfn)
star gate log 8/3/11 3PMish..
my dumnba$$ comes back to the room and sees housecleaning in effect across the hall and i'm like wondering if my digs got spanked up too...and i was notified i had my card in the key turned to the 'i'm good' side instead of the 'please service my room' side....
UGHHHH!!!
so i goes into my con permiso mode... muchas gracias...(really. MUCHAS) senora drops everything in the next room over...i tell her i'll go get coffee, and she's on it. $5 is not nearly enough of a tip that expresses my gratitude...
i get to work with my Peet's Major Dickason's blend with Rice Dream from my cooler in settin up the mic stand and sampler jimmy jammy.
more later.
(this person) really did finish the instrumental recording of Life Arsenal. (title cut)
-from someone who may or may NOT be bwlp...
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